I Say, Come And Get Me

[9]

I greeted consciousness like a Monday. I didn't want it. I woke up about three different times before I was finally completely conscious.

I woke up to a color deprived room. Everything was white. Even the clothes I was in.

The only colorful thing in the room was the guy in the corner. He was wearing blacks and greys, so it wasn't really much.

"Hey, brooding guy in the corner. Can I have a glass of water? I'm a little parched."

The guy didn't acknowledge my presence, so it was time to improvise.

I got out of the bed and went over to the sink. The guy looked up from the floor, his eyes following me. I looked in the cabinet next to the sink for cups, but alas there were none.

"Are there any cups?" I asked opening another cabinet.

"There aren't any cups in here," He mumbled looking back down at the floor.

"He speaks!" I exclaimed shutting the cabinet.

The guy flinched, "There aren't any cups in here because you're dangerous. They think of you as a weapon."

My face scrunched up, "Me? A weapon? Never!" I said all dramatic-like trying to hide my panic because I'm never getting out of here now.

"You melted through titanium chains. With your hands. I think that classifies you as a weapon of some sort."

"How do you know I did that?" I asked.

"Because I was there."

"Are you one of the solider guys?" I asked eyeing him warily.

"No," He looked up at me, "I was there to kill you."

"Dad," I breathed out.

If this was a tv show this is where it would cut to black and the episode would be done, but I'm not that evil so the chapter's not done.

"I'm not your dad," He said. He had a pained expression, like it hurt him to say it.

"If your not my dad who are you?" I asked making my way towards him. I stopped a foot in front of him and waited for a response.

"The Winter Solider," He said looking me in the eye.

He looked like Bucky. I know they're the same person, but they're not ment to be.

Bucky was my dad.

The Winter Solider was trained to kill.

He put me first.

He put the missions first.

He cared about sleep and broken bones.

He didn't care about sleep or broken bones.

He only needed to take care of me.

He only needed to get the mission done.

Right now I was his daughter.

Right now I was his mission.

He was supposed to take care of me.

He was supposed to kill me.