The only sound you could hear was yelling and screaming. The smell of smoke filled the air as a little girl sat in the corner clutching a beat up old teddy bear close to her chest. The building of what used to be her home was now burning around her and she was trapped by the falling, burning debris. She screamed as another piece fell from the ceiling and onto the floor of what was her bedroom.
Her mother was supposed to come home around this time and get her. Their neighbor Victor watch her during the day because he works from home and she was taken out of school because she and her mother were moving to America where they would meet up with some 'old friends' she told her. They were supposed to leave on the plane tonight and arrive the next day in New York City but something happened to her mother and she never returned home that night so they could go to the airport.
The door to her room suddenly burst open causing the girl to scream again out of mere fright. A figure dressed in all black stood in the doorway of the room. Behind the mysterious person, the faint sound of gunshots could be heard, a sound of which he could recognize anywhere. Her mother had told her that her father died because a man broke into there house and shot him dead. The figure of what she could now recognize as a man stepped closer and closer to where she sat in the corner of the room.
She would have run if not for the burning piece of the building encircling her. But the man seemed to have no issue with the fire as he picked up the debris and threw it away like it was a crumpled up piece of paper. The little girl was now crying and very frightened by the man, who she could hear stepping closer towards her with his heavy boots. When the girl looked up, she could see that his face was covered by a mask, most likely to keep away the smoke but it only made him look even more menacing.
"Не обижай меня, пожалуйста! (Don't hurt me, Please!)" She cried as he loomed over her. "все, что я хочу, это найти свою мать. (All I want is to find my mother)" The girl curled up tighter in hope to somewhat defend herself, still holding tight to her stuffed bear and sobbed. But to her surprise, the man did not attack her, Instead, he knelt down and took off his mask. She could see the stone cold features of his face, but there was something in his eye that changed from vicious to a look almost like kindness or sympathy.
"Я не собираюсь причинять тебе боль. (I'm not going to hurt you.)" He told her in a gruff voice, most likely from all of the smoke. "Я помогу тебе выбраться отсюда. (I'll help you get out of here.)" The girl looked at him for a moment, analyzing him to see if it would be safe to go with him or not. But what other choice did she have? The man held out his hand to her and he took it. He picked her up and started carrying her through the burning building. Before they left the apartment that was no longer her home, he grabbed the backpack that she would have brought on the trip with her if they had even left at all.
"Кто ты? (Who are you?)" She asked him as he carried her through the smoke.
"Я не знаю. (I don't know.)" There was a small flash of sadness in his face but it disappeared as quickly as it came.
"Ну, что тогда тебя зовут? У вас должно быть имя. (Well, what do people call you then? You must have a name.)" She pressed.
"Меня зовут Зимний Солдат. (They call me the Winter Soldier.)" He told her, but the name felt like poison coming out of his mouth.
"Нет. Мне это не нравится. Что насчет Зимы или Уинта. Yah Wint, у меня есть хорошее кольцо, не так ли? (No. I don't like it. What about Winter or Wint. Yah Wint, It's got a nice ring to it don't you think?)" She smiled at her own name she made for him. But all he said was "хорошо. (Fine.)" She decided that he was going to try and get some rest, so she laid her head down on his shoulder and found that it was actually very cold. She picked her head up and somehow never noticed that his entire arm was made of a shiny, silver metal with a red star on the shoulder. But before she could ask any questions, he spoke first.
"Так как тебя зовут Киддо? (So what's your name, Kiddo?)" He asked. She looked around, surprised to see that they were now standing around the back, outside of the apartment building. Wint was still holding her as they walked through the alleyways to get away from the burning building.
"Меня зовут Елена. (My name is Elena.)" She yawned as she snuggled closer to his chest and rested her head on his shoulder anyway. Wint was surprisingly very warm despite the cold night in St.Petersburg.
"мне это нравится. (I like it.)" He told her. When they finally rounded a corner and stepped out into a courtyard, El could see multiple black vans with men dressed in all black waiting with guns. One man who she thought was the leader of the operation spoke to Wint.
"Миссия прошла успешно. (The mission was a success.)" The leader spoke.
"А как насчет женщины? (And what about the woman?)" Wint asked.
"Мы позаботились о ней. (We took care of her.)" The soldier said it with such a crooked, evil smile that it made Elena's blood run cold.
"Хорошая работа. давайте завершим это. (Good work. Let's wrap it up.)" Wint said to the men as they headed towards the vans. Over an earpiece radio com, Siberia could faintly hear someone talking to Wint.
"Отчет о миссии. (Mission Report.)" They demanded.
"Я успешно воспринял и приобрел цель. Миссия завершена. (I have successfully apprehended and acquired the target. The mission is complete.)"
"Хорошая работа, Солдат. Верните ее на базу немедленно, ей понадобится какая-то работа, проделанная до ее процедуры. (Good work, Soldier. Bring her back to base immediately, She will need some work done before her procedure.)"
"да сэр. (Yes sir.)" He said. But the next word that she heard leave his mouth made her wish she had just died in the fire. How could she have just been so naive and eager to get out of the building and believe that a complete stranger would help her? Her mother had told her about these people, What they did to others just to get what they wanted. Elena was most likely going to die in their hands in the next week. Her eyes widened with fright and terror, knowing that her so-called 'friend' Wint, had indeed betrayed her.
"град гидра. (Hail Hydra.)"
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A/N
Hello it's me, Tay
I just wanted to say that I am sorry about the other failed attempts of books. I didn't really think it through very well and I read it again and realized how crappy it sounded so I discontinued it.
But this is the first fanfiction I have written and have been coming up with ideas and plot in my head for about 4 months, So I am really excited to share them all with you!
I really hope that you like it!
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Angel of Ashes
Fanfic"Maybe your just not meant to remember what happened. Sometimes things are better left forgotten." "No, they're not. I forgot something really important." "Like what?" "Myself. I don't know who I am. But there were only two things I could've done...
