Winter's Daughter

Chapter 4

Week one was successful.

Jason has concluded it so. Victoria was moving forward, their asset wasn't breaking free from their control, everything was perfect.

The soldier had taught her how to throw a basic punch and was now teaching her different movements to injure the enemy in fist to fist combat.

Currently, Victoria was fast asleep in her cell and perfectly content with the world. She was always excited to see her trainer and looked foreword to her daily classes that lasted hours upon hours.

The soldier however, was in a totally different state of mind. His blurred memories were starting to resurface and his need for escape and freedom grew every minute. He didn't dare let it show. If he did, his life would be at stake.

That was something he couldn't risk.

So he played along with Hydra's little game. Train the girl, follow orders, hide everything he felt. Deep inside though he felt remorse. How could he train a child, a little girl of all things, to be exactly like him?

"Soldier, your work for today is finished. Report back to agent Grey and agent Rumlow." An officer said to the tired man.

James muttered a curse. Soldier. Had that really become his name? He might have been in war when he was found, but he still had a name.

James.

James Buchanan Barnes.

At least that's what his fragmented mind told him it was.

He nodded to his command and began to saunter down the hall to an area he knew the two agents would be.

"Good to see you Soldier. I'm pleased to see your progress with the girl. She's going to prove very effective when she's older. She may even, surpass you."

The two agents mused over this thought for awhile as the soldier thought about their words.

'To think that they'd turn a child into what they made me all these years.'

He shook the thoughts from his mind and tried to forget about it. Maybe it was supposed to be this way. What could he possibly do to change it?

That's when the idea came to him.

If she had to endure his torture, he would endure it with her.

Soon, she'd have a a family.

No matter how broken it was.