And Then I Wrote Marvel

I Like Sunsets (Winter Soldier x Reader) *

Here's round 7 of DisneyWorldInfoQueen 's contest.

"Dissipation, what are you doing out of your cell?" the guard asked you. "And on the roof, no less."

"Don't call me that. Dissipation is a stupid alias," you replied in a whimsical state.

"Answer the question, kid."

"I like sunsets," you said dreamily.

"Since when?" The guard narrowed his eyes. He was one of the more kind guards here; he still had half a sense of humanity.

"Since always," you scoffed. "I don't think there's anything I've ever like to watch more."

He sighed. He didn't want to have to do this, but not telling his superiors might hold serious consequences. He raised his radio to his mouth and sighed, "I think we need to wipe him/her again. S/he's expressing opinions."

A hearty chortle came from the other end of the radio. "Dissipation's been a tough one to crack. I'll love having him/her fully under Hydra's control in the near future."

You weren't supposed to hear that exchange at all, but you did, and a familiar sense of dread replaced the bliss you felt while watching the sunset. You didn't know what the guard meant by "wiping" you, but you did somewhere inside you. You did not want to be wiped.

You willed the molecules in your body to spread in a way that allowed you to go invisible. That's why they called you Dissipation; you literally looked like you dissipated. You walked to the edge of the roof, willing yourself to hard to jump off and run away to safety. While in this form, you couldn't be harmed.

You couldn't do it. You felt tied to this Hydra lab, for some reason obligated to stay. Maybe it was because you wanted answers. While you still remembered who you were for a few more moments, you wanted to know how they'd found you when you'd been do careful to blend in. You wanted to know why they'd taken an interest in you. They weren't about to tell you, but it didn't change the fact that you wanted to know why.

You reformed standing on the edge of the roof, head bowed in your own shame. You had been this close to escape many times before, unable to force yourself to go, not that you pieced that together. The last few months were fuzzy.

The guard took your arm firmly in his grasp and led you to the stairs of the facility. "Sorry about this," he muttered.

You caught a last glimpse of the setting sun. "I really like sunsets," you murmured wistfully.

"Yeah, me, too, kid. Me, too."

You both stayed silent, a pit forming in your stomach the lower you went. Down the fourth flight of stairs, you started resisting a little, walking purposefully slower. Fifth, and you were trying to tug your arm away. Sixth, and you were having a full on panic attack. There was only one floor to go, an you were as good as wiped.

All you had to do way get out of his grip, then you could go invisible and get out of here. You yanked your whole body away from the guard, but he was prepared, and was able to keep a safe grasp on your arm. You attempted to pry his fingers off, but that didn't work, either.

"Stop!" you cried. "Let me go, please!"

"I wish I could, kid, but if I did, I'd lose my job and my life," he responded plainly.

Doors burst open from the flight below and two heavy pairs of footsteps clunked up the steps. You screamed and hyperventilated as they overpowered you with ease dragging you to that awful machine. Upon seeing it, you could remember it clearly.

All you knew after that was pain.
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Nothing they could do would ever last more than a week. Seven days later, there you were on the roof of the facility again, admiring the vibrant colors of the sky. You couldn't take your eyes away from the light reflecting off the clouds.

You were interrupted from your haven of paradise by someone sitting down quietly next to you. You looked over in surprise, noticing that this wasn't the same guard that had always come to take you. This man was taller and more muscled. His hair was dark brown, chin length and matted. Stubble covered his chin, and the blank look in his crystal blue eyes told you that he had once been much more than this.

Most surprising was his metal arm, which you had a clear view of due to his position next to you. It normally would have looked harsh and intimidating, but now, the way it caught the colors of the sunset, it was beautiful. You knew that one of Hydra's finest had joined you on this evening.

It was the Winter Soldier.

"I like sunsets," he commented, his voice breaking from misuse.

"Since when?" you asked, genuinely curious.

"Since the disaster at the helicarriers," he answered. "I haven't told them what I remember yet, but I think they're catching on."

"If you're going to get out of here, then you'd better leave soon. As soon as they realize that I'm on the roof again, they'll come."

"That's kinda why I'm up here."

You gave him a funny look. "You want them to wipe you?"

"No, of course not. See," he said, "word on the street is that you're pretty good at escaping."

"Me? Oh, no, I chicken out every time. Your best shots are of going alone." Your last glimpses of the sun disappeared under the horizon of the city the facility was hidden in, leaving the two of you sitting on the roof in a purgatorial lighting.

"I think you can do it this time. In fact, I know you can do it this time, Dissipation." An edge had crept into his voice.

"And why is that?"

He pulled a small knife from his pocket. "Because you have to."

You could see in his eyes that he wasn't going to hurt you. He was truly desperate for a way out of this, and wasn't afraid of threatening you into helping him.

"No--no need for the knife," you said hastily. "Come on, to the edge of the roof. If I dissipate while I'm touching you, you'll do it, too, but we become bound until I solidify."

"We just need to get to the hangar. I can take out the tracking systems in a quinjet and get us out that way. What I need you to do is make us invisible."

"You've given this an awful lot of thought, I see."

"Just as much thought as you would give any other life-or-death matter."

Sudden pounding on the door to the roof jerked both of you into action. You hadn't even noticed when the Soldier and walked into the roof, much less that he had locked the door. He went to fortify it, but you grabbed his arm.

"No," you stopped him. "We dissipate, they open the door, and we sneak through."

The Soldier facepalmed. "I haven't thought this through as well as I should have, obviously."

"Don't worry about it. Dissipating is something to get used to," you shrugged. "Oh, and by the way?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't call me Dissipation. I have a name, and it's (Y/N). I dislike aliases."

"I'm...Bucky, at least I think I am. It's still coming back," he said.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Bucky." You took his hand, and he shook it. You didn't let go, though, and he quirked an eyebrow. "Let's get out of here."

Hydra agents busted through the door as you said the words, but you two were nowhere to be seen. Cries of, "S/he's dissipated!" ran through the ranks, but it wasn't like that was going to change anything. You and Bucky had already dashed halfway down the hall.