𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 - winter soldier.

She's in my dreams

Violent shivers ran down my spine. My rubbed my arms. The leather jacket wasn't helping much against the frozen Russian winds. Everything was numb. Even my thoughts. As if time had stopped with only the air blowing. True, it was beautiful in ways us human could never understand. My stifling breath faded in front of me, following the Soldier.

I was very, very sure it was winter, but what did I know? I had never been to Russia before. My last mission...that mission...the one where HYDRA got me and stole me away was placed in Ukraine. I don't remember being moved though...

"How long?" The shining sun was drowning into the snowy horizon to the left of us.

Nothing. Pure silence beside the crunching snow underfoot and our hollow breaths echoing in the winds.

The painful air stung my eyes. I began to stare at my boots. My dark boots were suffocating in the snow. This was better, but my eyes still threatened tears.

Once again, I slipped into my daydream of a nice warming fireplace while twilight began to overcast.

Lights flickered making me jump. The Soldier became rigid.

He protectively put his mechanical hand out in front of me. I felt my eyebrows crease inward; I could take care of myself.

I ignored the Soldier and looked past to the source of the lights. My eyebrows tightened.

A wilting cabin sat in our way.

"Stay here..." the Soldier hissed, stepping forward.

"No, someone's in there. They know someone or something is out here. And I know you still have your weapon or weapons or whatever you have; you're not killing them. We'll just say--you'll say, I can't speak Russian--that our car broke down and are looking for a simple night's stay and then in the morning we sneak out before we're questioned further. And if they're with HYDRA, I don't care what you do with 'em," I informed.

He rolled his eyes. He walked cautiously towards what looked like the front of the cabin.

Inaudible yelling sounded from the inside of the house.

I hid behind the Soldier. Better safe than sorry.

The door to the cabin opened letting the light soak the night air with a plump, short woman holding a lengthy object behind her.

I don't understand how she knew we were out here in the first place?

The Soldier lifted his arms up as if he was being arrested to let the woman know we meant no harm.

The lady put her hand on her fattened hip, "Иди сюда, придурки!"

The Soldier approached the woman. I followed, not having a clue of what she had screamed at us.

A faded green robe covered her with worn-out matching slippers coated her body. A wooden stick, straight from a tree it looks, was clumsily hidden behind her figure. Her chubby face was hidden by her midnight black hair.

"Объясни себя," she roared.

The Soldier put down his arms once we were ten feet apart from the woman.

"Наша машина сломалась, мэм. Можем ли мы остаться на ночь?" the Soldier aswered softly.

The woman frowned and beckoned us inside.

I stepped around her. A hand clasped around my shoulder. The woman spoke quietly now. Panicking, I looked to the Soldier for translation. He hadn't stepped in the run-down cabin. He stared down at my boots. I tilted my head to the side, confused.