Winter Soldier's daughter

Do you remember? pt. 2

Small feet in black boots stalked across the wooden floor, not a board creaking to give warning. Once by the bedside, she stared vacantly down at him, almost wondering who he was-...

Wait, no stop. What was she thinking? She doesn't care who he is. No, she can't. Not if she ever wants to live long enough to know how it feels to be eight instead of seven. She shook her head to free her from thought, shoving it all aside.

' Just do it now, and get it over with.. '
A voice in the back of her mind commanded.

Mindlessly obedience being second-nature, she immediately raised her blade up, preparing to plunge it into the chest of the sleeping man.

Then she saw it. His arm, it was... Gone. Replaced by metal. But the metal was not what intrigued her. It was the red star painted just above the bicep. Something about it seemed... Familiar..

Swoosh.

A flash of an image raced through her minds eye, gone too quickly to be identified. She frowned.

Whoosh.

It flew passed her, just missing by a thread once again, this time the image blocking her vision. It was a photo of accompanied by a sound. Giggling..? But whose? She closed her eyes and stumbled back a bit, trying desperately to remember for a reason she also forgot.

Pang.

She dropped her knife as the mysterious image flew to her, and this time into landed in her head, unmoving.

The giggles, they were hers. And were accompanied by deep, hearty chuckles which rumbled from deep within a soul, and harmonized with her endearing joy.

She saw ocean blue eyes stare into hers, and a nose with the same shape as hers gave her Eskimo kisses. Attached to those eyes and that nose, was a full-lipped red mouth which clearly seldom smiled. But when it did, it revealed cheeks with dimples just like hers.

Long fingers reached out and tickled her tummy, five of them colder against her skin than the other five...

Cinnamon. He smelled like cinnamon.
And new coloured pencils, too.

Bright lights, and and empty tummy. Prickling pain throughout her body. Someone yelling at her.

Demands in Russian. Begging. Arguing. Threats in Russian. Then pleading. Then screaming.

Gunshots...

A warm, liquid-soaked shirt.
Fading away
to the sounds of
endless
weeping...

Breathlessly-tight cuddles, peanut butter sandwiches.

Cold cement walls, cold cement floors, but warm arms wrapped right around her.

With her tiny finger, she gently traced the outline of the maroon red star.
Basking in the feeling of safety and security until she drifted off to sleep.

She remembered. Not everything, but important bits and pieces. Antonia didn't know who this man was, but she felt how much he cared for her from just a vague flash of a memory.

She couldn't complete this mission. She just couldn't. She blinked her thoughts away, two tears escaping her denim-blue eyes. They rolled down her rosey cheeks, and dripped from her chin. Why was she crying?

She wiped her face.
'Ive gotta get out of here.'
She thought.

She stumbled towards the window, turned the handle, and opened it quickly.

Creak!!!
It announced.

Her an anvil free-fell fron her throat to her stomach, landing with a thud that resonated through her bones. She was about to turn around, but before she could blink, someone grabbed her, twisted her arm, took her weapon, threw her down and pinned her with a knife against her throat.

She swallowed hard, trying to find a way out of this. Finally blinking, her vision cleared, and she saw him.

He looked empty more than angry. But there was something about the hardened look in his eyes.... His eyes-...they were blue like hers... She couldn't put it all together, but something was beginning to form in her head ,slowly separating from empty darkness.

Moonlight shone from the window, casting a white glow onto the young child's face, her empty thousand-yard stare causing an inhuman statue-like appearance to her pale skin. She seemed unphased by the blade he held firmly against her throat. This kid.... He knew this kid. No.. But she was-..

The fog in the girl's mind had not fully cleared, but only one word filled her head. Without a second thought, she blurted it out, answering Bucky's prayers...

"Daddy..?"
She asked breathlessly, her tiny voice trembling.

His heart flipped in his chest, and he threw the blade to the side.
It skidded across the floor until it hit the wall with a "thump.".

His hands began to shake with anticipation to hold his little girl again as he grabbed her by her underarms and scooped her up into the biggest hug he had given in a long time.

He had been saving it just for her.

He needed to confirm his identify for her in case they had wiped her memory of his face.
But he fear if he spoke more than a few words, his tears of joy would give way to sobs of matrimony.

So instead of directly confirming his own identify, with both arms tightly wrapped around his daughter once again, he tearfully further confirmed hers.

"My baby..."

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