Her name is Alina Aminev Vladimir. She's a Russian girl who's been through a lot. She's Bucky's sister yet neither of them know it. They only know they have a type of connection from before everything. Everyone else knows about it, but they don't sa...
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𝙰𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘: 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 - 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙴𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝙺𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍
There was no way to pass time in your small area, for there was nothing in there but a bed. Occasionally, a small cup of water was put into the room. You counted the seconds that passed but lost count many times, over and over again. You closed your eyes only to be disturbed by the metal door slamming open.
"Вставай!" a man with a gun yells at you.
Get up!
You sit up, rubbing your arms. You hoped this was the rare occasion where you'd get better food than normal. Instead, you were led to a small room. A room you knew too well.
You were a sobbing mess. You were only there for a few weeks, you still didn't know how the place operated.
"Скажи мне! What are you hiding?" the man was screaming at you.
Tell me! What are you hiding?
You didn't respond, you kept crying. You could hear the man walking up to you.
He put his face in front of yours. "Я верну тебя обратно в место, которое ты называешь адом."
I will put you back into the place you call hell.
You start whimpering and shaking your head. The slap that came after knocked you onto the floor.
"Вставай и скажи мне!"
Get up and tell me!
You slowly get back onto the chair and put your hands to your face.
"Я не... Я не знаю! Пожалуйста!" you cry out, not wanting it to carry on.
I don't... I don't know! Please!
You're shoved into the room and onto the floor. You land on your hands and knees and almost slam your face into the floor due to the sudden movement. You get up and look around, remembering exactly what happened the first time you were in this room.
Instead of walking around the room longer, you sit in the chair waiting for the upcoming interrogation.
After a few minutes, the same man that questioned you yesterday walks in and sits in the chair across from you. He leans forward.
"Что произошло в твоей голове за мгновение до того, как ты застрелил Роджерса?" he asks you.
What went through your head the moment before you shot Rogers?
You widen your eyes and the man raises an eyebrow at you. You shake your head to let him know to dismiss it. You know you can't tell him what I remember. You've seen and heard what happened to those people, successful and unsuccessful.
"Я просто.. На секунду было неправильно убивать," you tell him.
I just.. For a second, it felt wrong to kill.
He looks at you as if he sees right through the lie. Suddenly, his hand is at your neck, lifting you off the floor and you're choking.
"Если я узнаю, что ты врешь, я убью тебя." he tells you.
If I find out you're lying, I will kill you.
You can tell he wasn't joking around. No one ever was. As soon fast as he had you up in the air, you were on the floor again, coughing.
"Get up and come on!" one of the men with guns yelled at me.
You started crawling towards the door, still trying to catch your breath.
"Вставай!"
Get up!
You finally manage to get up as the man pushes the barrel of his gun into your back, leading you back to your small home, the place you thought of as hell. The man shoves you into your small room and you fall, this time hitting your face on the floor.
You stay there for a few minutes, not wanting to get up, not wanting to do anything. You get up and lay on your small, uncomfortable bed. You wouldn't even call it a bed. It was a sheet of metal attached to the wall with a thin bedspread on it.
You lay your head on your arm, using it as a pillow. You know you won't be able to feel it when you wake up if you fall asleep. You end up falling asleep anyways.
