A Universe Away |Steve Rogers X Female Reader|

2~ July 3, 1939

July 3, 1939.
11:37 P.M.

Steve Stared blankly at the wall. His arms folded neatly in his lap. Tomorrow was the day. His Birthday. His stomach churned at the thought. It had been three months since you went missing. And now, tomorrow was his birthday. A day he had always spent with you, you would do the best you could at making his favorite cake, buying him one gift. Using the cash you had saved up for this special day. And now he was alone without the woman who was by his side for his entire life.

But he still had Bucky. His best friend, someone who he thought of as a sibling. He was basically Steve's brother.

"Stevie?" Bucky knocked on the frame of Steve's bedroom door. The room was right beside Buckys in their shared apartment.

Steve's voice hushed low, just above a whisper. "I can't believe she's gone."

"I know Stevie, I know."

*March 19th, 1945* (Will continue with your point of view and your universe.*

You gritted your teeth, as the woman stuck yet another needle in your neck.

"What do you mean, Secret Weapon? What year even is it?"

"The Winter Soldier, you'll be trained by him personally. And the year? It's in 1945. When did you come from?"

"May... 1939." Your head hung low. This was all so much to take in. The world you knew wasn't even yours. You were from here. I guess that would explain the fact that you never found your parents. You shook it off. You had to much through and find your way back to your universe.

"Welcome to Hydra darling! Now one last needle." She grinned as she plucked you once more. "This is so we know that when you leave, and where you go. So have fun going back home."

"Who says I will?"

"Zola does. Now time for your training." She ripped you from your chair by your hair and dragged you down the hall.

Over the next few months, you learned that Hydra was a small division in SHIELD, one that had helped grow after Captain America had gotten rid of Red Skull. Whoever those two people were. You were trained to kill, and only kill. Bo feelings, no sympathy, and if you behaved they let you keep your memories of your past world. Which was even harder to stand by as you finally trained beneath The Winter Soldier.

That man was not the one you once knew. His hair was longer, his face wasn't shaved, and he was ruthless. He had no idea who you were and it didn't seem like he cared. His eyes were no longer bright and happy, they were clouded and fogged. So you kept quiet. And only spoke when spoken to.

You were to fight alongside this artificial soldier. Go on missions, to kill, and were only released when needed. Something you never seemed to get used to. The days grew longer, and they all blended with one another. You couldn't remember who you killed, and you were always ashamed of that.

Soon you were given the name.

The Jumper.

...

"You are to find this man and kill him. I don't think I need much more of an explanation. These are his coordinates." He handed you a folder. "You will be paid when the job is complete. You are dismissed." You walked out the door alongside the Winter Soldier. You were refrained from calling him, James. So you called him, Sir, instead.

"Are you ready?" He asked Blankly.

"Always am." You looked down at your knee-high boots and your leather suit. It was fitted, something you never enjoyed, so you often kept it covered with a leather jacket. You had a filled holster at your waist, and your hair was cut short. And I mean sort, just along with the bottom of your ears. You pulled your mask up to your face. And your goggles down to your eyes. Your mask was a muzzle. Nothing more nothing less. Which made it even harder to run.

Unfortunately, you were never blessed with the super strength. You had your power, but you skilled enough to fight. Making you the perfect partner for Bucky.

"Sir, I will take the lead w"

"Fine." Was his only reply. You pulled up your kickstand and started the engine of your bike. Pulled a helmet over your head, because in your book safety came first. And you headed out for the hunt. 

"Listen, you promised this project months ago. You either, (A) Come with us and we'll spare your life. (B) We kill you and get the information ourselves. Ooooh, (C) if you're feeling froggy, you tell us everything and then we kill you." You said pointing the gun at the bald man's head. He had round glasses covering his eyes and a tall face. 

"Everything you need to know is in that crate over there, just please don't-" Smoke left the gun in a gentle way, letting it rise to the ceilings. The sound of the shot was ringing in your ears for a solid minute.  

"Thanks, but I think I'll spare the trip back with you. Toodles!" You placed the gun back in your pocket and waved the lifeless body goodbye. Bucky grabbed the crate and you were both out of there in five minutes or less. 

"Give us the money hun, I don't feel like blowing out any more brains for today." 

"How about a... NO." 

"Look, you can either give us the money, and live or you can die, we can take the money, and give all of this valuable information to Hydra. I'm sure that they would enjoy it." 

"Fine." He handed you the stack of cash,  you smiled and walked out the door. Swiping the briefcase of information before he noticed.

"Got it?" Bucky asked sternly, his brow furrowed as the two of you ran to your bike. You didn't have time for Bucky to run half a mile to his car. The man would notice his things we're missing soon, so he got on and you gripped his hands on the handlebars. Starting up the engine. You wrapped your arms around his waist after clicking the helmet in place. The rumble of the bike echoed through the area.