FILE n°888 | SUBJECT RED
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HYDRA facility
siberia
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january, 2006
It had been a month since the small red headed child that he had named Sashenka had been revealed to the Soldier.
When he first laid his eyes upon the premature infant he had been sure that she was a survivor. No child could survive that amount of abuse and still have it in their heart to trust someone. Luckily for both of them, that someone was him.
During the course of this month, the Soldier had tried focusing on keeping the child alive and try to make her feel better. Unfortunately, when he was away on missions, his little Sashenka would still get dragged from their shared cell by the guards to be beat, tortured and humiliated in front of the rest of them for mere entertainment purposes. The Soldier had been ready to murder each and every single man in that facility when he had returned to see his daughter curled up in a ball in the dimly lit corner of the room that he had taken several hours to get her to leave in the first place. But after all, what could he do? The more he refused, the more Sashenka suffered.
It had taken him again, several hours to get her to crawl back up on the scratchy cot they both shared and once she was deep asleep for the night, snuggled up on his chest like a little koala bear, he had promised himself that he would feed her himself with his own food and that she would get better than how she looked, curled up against him.
As soon as the first tray of food had slid under the trap door in the morning, he had picked Sashenka up and had sat her cross legged in front of the food tray. Normally, he wasn't here to feed her during the day, but, he would make sure she would eat from now on. His daughter could not be weaned on cat milk for her whole life, he would not allow it.
She watched curiously, her big blue eyes looking quizzically at the fork and spoon he was using, eyeing the knife wearily. She knew he wouldn't harm her, but she preferred to be ready if the guards were to barge in and pick up the weapon.
The Soldier noticed her red brows curiously furrowing as he split the porridge like portion in half for the both of them.
"Dlya yedy" He gestured to the fork and spoon in his hands. When she showed no sign of understanding, the Soldier had taken a spoonful of his portion and had shoved it into his mouth, chewing lightly on it. He almost burst out laughing at the way she jumped back in surprise when he let out a small accidental burp that had no doubt scared her. For eating.
"Lozhka" He pointed out. Spoon.
When she slowly nodded he felt a surge of pride and continued.
"Vilka." Fork.
"Nozh." Knife.
Sashenka nodded along as he pointed to different items on the plate to try to name them and their functions. She was smart, the Soldier noticed. As soon as he ran out of items to list on the plate, his little girl reached out uneasily, watching him suspiciously with her big blue eyes as she slowly took the spoon from his hands and dipped it it the grayish porridge in front of them. He watched, fascinated, as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and shoved the spoon inside, chewing loudly. The Soldier reached out to wipe a small bit of porridge that was dribbling down the corner of her mouth, making sure to present his open palm to her, to make sure she knew he wasn't going to harm her as he wiped the substance away.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑 | romanoff-barnes ¹
Fiksi Penggemar- SHE WAS A SWEET, ROTTEN THING. Born dead, tossed in a metal coffin, reborn as an experiment, Subject RED was destined for great things. Not a child, not a girl, but a weapon. But what she would become was not a mere resuscitation of life. No, she...
