Monster [Book One]

Chapter 3

This point of view is from a special someone :)

Chapter Quote:

“You're my mission!”

~The Winter Soldier in Captain America: The Winter Soldier

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Chapter 3

Bucky 

“I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.”

“How can I?  You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“Jerk.”

“I had him on the ropes.”

“I thought you were dead.”

“I joined the army.”

“There are men laying down their lives.  I got no right to do any less than them.”

“It’s me.  It’s Steve.”

Snippets of memories that came back to me when reading not only my board at the Smithsonian, but Steve’s too.  It was difficult to believe I was born in 1917.  That made me well over eighty years old.  It made no sense.  How was I still alive and how did I look like a twenty year old?

HYDRA.

My old leaders.

Something they’d done to me made me the way I am.  Now if only I could remember what.

I moved around to the part of the exhibit that displayed the outfits worn by Captain America and his Howling Commandos.  The center piece, meant to be for the Captain, was empty.  Rumor was that he’d taken it for his last battle, his battle against the helicarriers.

And me.

On the right of the empty mannequin was my outfit.  It was dark blue, and it looked warm.  That was probably since a lot of the missions we did was in the mountains and in winter.  European winters in the eastern bloc could be brutal depending on where you were there.  Russia in particular.

I moved on from that exhibit to one that talked about a man named Arnim Zola.  I knew this name, but from where, I didn’t know.  I couldn’t place it yet.  It would come to me at some point.  Maybe.  I wasn’t sure how this whole memory thing was working.  I remembered the things that were polar opposites of each other.  Naturally, Steve was my first memory.  My apparent friendship with him; according to all the information I was reading, he and I had been much more than just “friends.”  We’d been practically brothers.  And these memories I was regaining were the first part of the spectrum.  On the other hand were certain blips and clips of people I must’ve worked with during my time with HYDRA.  In particular, a blonde girl.  I had no memories of her face, just her voice, and a certain feeling that she was the kindest person I’d crossed paths with since my transformation into the Winter Soldier.  I was determined to find out who she was.

I was determined to remember everything.

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Annabeth

Shorts and a tank top were in order for the day.  It was hot outside.  I’d just finished getting dressed and putting on makeup when the doorbell rang.  Neither I nor my parents were expecting visitors that day, so I assumed it was UPS or FedEx.  I went downstairs and opened the door.  Two men in suits stood there.  They looked like the government, and I was on my guard.  Just because my dad worked for the CIA didn’t mean I trusted our government all that much because I believed HYDRA had somehow infiltrated them.  Don’t ask me why.  I just did.  My parents didn’t understand my paranoia about that stuff, but I’d read too much on the organization in books and on the internet that led me to believe they were still around and working in the background.