Saved At Last (Peter Parker Fanfic)

Chapter 2: A Fear

A75's POV

Deceased

Spider

Infinity

Homecoming

Accident

Abominable

Parker

"Soldat?"

" gotov soblyudat' " (ready to comply)

The cell was cold, a lot colder than my usual cell but I can manage, it's either this or death. There were faint whisper outside of the cell, a discussion if my senses worked right. I tried to listen in on the conversation before I heard something shuffle behind me, before I could about my actions I straightened myself up and held my chin high.

"Don't forget to never show fear. Fear is a weakness you cannot afford to have."

"Of course Sir. I understand, Sir"

"Good. You will bring this world to its knees soldat."

"Wh-who are you?"

The voice was rough, like it hadn't been used in ages. A shadow in the corner of the cell started to move, the man in the shadow stood up and turned.

"I asked you a question Soldat!"

The voice was clearer now like someone had switched on a switch inside of this nameless shadow. Before I could blink the shadow stood before me holding my hands into his own. He examined them and then looked right into my eyes. Icy cold blue eyes looked straight into mine and I almost forgot about my whole fake non fear, why? Because I was now face to face with The Winter Soldier.

"I-I'm A75, Sir."

The Winter Soldier backed away slightly with a hand over his mouth as if he was horrified by me saying what I said. It wouldn't make any sense unless he was afraid of the handlers which wasn't possible, he was the Winter Solider, trusted by few and feared by all.

"A-are you- I mean, how long have you been here? And your real name please not your code name"

Soft. The Winter Soldier had gone soft, that's why he was in this cell. Of course he would be put in a cell for that, I was put in here for breaking a rule. They left me here to die, to get killed by none other but the man himself.

Never has anyone ever asked me these questions, they simply had no value to others as much as it had to me. I tried to write my name everywhere, the only comfort I got was from knowing about it. My name has no value to other but me, they don't know that I know and I intend on keeping it that way.

"I-I don't understand Sir?"

It's true. I didn't understand, no one has ever asked me this so why should I believe someone asking now? It could be a trap that his handler had set him up for just to prove his loyalty or it could be moment before I would crumple to the ground, dead.

"I asked about your name, kid. Also don't call me sir, it makes me uncomfortable"

"My name is Peter and I don't understand? What should I call you then, if not sir then what?"

The Winter Soldier looked at him with those icy eyes and I almost broke because... because those eyes held pain I could never understand. There was a dirty mirror hanging on the wall, there was a chair in front of the mirror with bloody hand cuffs and chains. Self torture, that's the only explanation. I wanted to look away, I really did, but something inside of me just wanted to keep looking. To keep observing so I could prepare for when I have to sit in that chair.

"Call me Bucky. That's the only name apart from James that I remember"

The- Bucky's voice made my head jerk to his direction. I almost forgot who it was but a look at those eyes and I instantly calmed down. Those eyes reminded me of my now deceased aunt, her deep blue eyes were always there when I woke up from my nightmare. Always comforting and calm.

"How old are you kid?"

Age. Always difficult to remember. Words and numbers were floating in my head desperate to be caught and put together. I only know when I was born, I don't even know which day it is.

"I was born 10th of August 2001. I don't really know anything else besides that I'm a teenager"

Bucky's eyes widened and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that he was a killing machine that I'm supposed to replace. I straightened myself up and sat against the wall studying the mirror once again. It was too dark for me to see my reflection from the other side of the room but I could see the faint outline of Bucky.

"Kid, you're fifteen. Today is the tenth of August 2016. How long have you been here?"

The question was always difficult, my voice was equally as raspy as Bucky's and in a weird way it gave me comfort. I felt safe knowing that there was another one like me here.

"Since I was six. So almost a decade"

"Kid that's- that's not okay"

"How long have you been here Mr Bucky?"

Great. Now I'm calling him Mr Bucky.

"It's Bucky kid and I don't know. Maybe seventy years?"

What?!

I didn't answer him, I didn't really want to. What am I supposed to say to the most feared person I know. The Winter Soldier doesn't fear or feel any sort of feelings at all. He's known for being Hydras most rewarding soldier with 145 ways on how to kill someone with a ring, and he's still counting!

"Mr Bucky sir, have you ever been outside?"

Word Count: 935

A/N: so sorry for not updating but this was the best I could do with writers block. I will happily accept ideas :)