"Mission report." I was back at Hydra with Winter Soldier. Red Scull wanted me to tell him about the mission.
"Mission successful. There weren't any problems, although, when we terminated the targets, two small ones tried to stop us. So I took care of them appropriately." Winter Soldier made no comment, just sat silent.
"Good job, Soldat. Wipe them!" Winter Soldier and I obediently opened our mouths to accept our mouth guards, and leaned back as our restraints snapped shut.
I could barely hear his screams over mine once the machine started.
After our wipe, he and I obediently went into the cryogenic pods and allowed ourselves to be frozen.
Even with wipes, I never seemed to loose my obedience. It stayed with me.
I had no reason to not obey them. I had no idea what, where, who I was, or for that matter if there was even anything outside of what they allowed me to see.
I couldn't place the feeling, but for some reason, I felt like their was some sort of punishment for disobedience or failure. I wonder where that came from?
Mission after mission, WS and I completed. Countless targets. Countless bodies. Sometimes their children died with them, sometimes the family dog, sometimes, the entire line was swept from existence. And not a single atom of me showed any remorse.
We were frozen between each mission, so the years went by. I hardly aged at all. After 30 years, I was still physically 16.
After 71 years, I was set on a mission to kill Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff.
WS and I intercepted them on a multi level highway. WS first went out and tried to neutralize the targets. He was only able to separate them. He went after the woman and I went after the man.
Rogers threw his shield at me but I simply caught it. Instead of throwing it back, I kept it and ran to meet WS. He was fighting the woman. She momentarily disabled his arm, so I attacked her, flipping her over and throwing her into a car. She grabbed my mask and ripped it off along with my hood. My long hair in its practical braid fell down to my waist. She gasped and I punched her in the face.
WS lost his mask to the man. Steve looked ah him and said, "Bucky?"
"Who the hell is Bucky?" WS was surprised for just a second before he tried to shoot Steve. I tossed WS the shield and then got a running start. I used the shield as a push off and WS gave me a boost. Spinning as I flew through the ari, I shot multiple rounds off in all directions, before landing like a cat.
Suddenly a force hit my body. I felt shooting pain, but my body already was healing. Without breaking stride, I ran towards my attacker. The woman. She shot me once more before I reached her and threw her again. This time she was knocked out.
Unfortunately the man had acquired a grenade launcher that WS had dropped and we were both thrown clear.
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Call me Soldier
Fanfiction"Who are you?" "You can call me Soldier, well for the short time you continue to live." "What is your business with Hydra?" "You know the Winter Soldier? I'm better than him." "I highly doubt that. He is one of the best assassins in the world." "Yea...