𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝑫𝒐𝒏❜𝒕 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒚 |An Avenger/X-Men Crossover|ON HOLD

Prelude

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic descriptions of murder and violent acts, reader's discretion is advised. If you are not comfortable reading this, I suggest skipping this chapter, since it won't really affect the story if you don't read it. 

Winter of 1961, HYDRA base in Russia

"Is she done yet?" asked a tall, dark-haired man to a cowering nurse. 

"No sir, she's still pushing," replied the frail nurse.

"Damnit, I should just shoot her and cut her open! I've waited long enough to get a subject to survive the injections, now I want the results!" he shouted angrily, pushing the nurse out of his way and stomping into the small room. The walls were covered in dirt and dried blood, and in the center was a crying woman laying on a cold metal table. Blood poured out of the space between her legs as she let rip an agonizing cry. 

"Would somebody please make her shut up?" ordered the man. 

One of the two guards present grabbed a dirty rag from the floor and shoved it into the woman's mouth. She coughed and tilted her head, trying to spit it out, but the guard slammed her head back onto the table.

Between her bloody legs, two tiny feet were starting to show. 

The tall man in charge scoffed. "She won't survive a normal birth anyway, let alone a breech birth. Soldier, eliminate her, then the pathetic little nurse will safely extract the new asset from the body. Understood?" 

The nurse shakily nodded while another man emerged from the shadows. He was taller than the bossman, dressed in a combat suit with dark brown hair that descended to his broad shoulders. The most remarkable thing about him was his left arm. Indeed, it was not made of flesh but of metal. A red soviet star adorned the shoulder, showing the man where his loyalties lied, for those moments when he forgot. 

His piercing, icy blue eyes seemed void of all emotion as he silently walked up to the crying woman and ended her distress in one swift hand motion to the neck. A merciful death.

"Finally, now we can proceed." The boss handed a long, sharp knife to the nurse and gestured impatiently to the corpse. "Go on, I don't have all day!" he shouted.

The nurse took the dangerous object in her trembling hand and made her way to the woman. She's been tasked with caring for her during her pregnancy, and she learned that her name was Aleksandra Yahontova. She'd just gotten out of law school and started a great job at a law firm in Novosibirsk when one night on her way home she was kidnapped. HYDRA had been collecting young women for an important project. The nurse herself barely knew what the project was. All the women died when they were injected with various serums for what they called "the asset". Finally one managed to survive, Aleksandra. Thought it would've been better for her to die like the others.

The nurse, Lada was her name, looked down at the body of a woman she had called friend for the last year and fought the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. They'd survived together, giving each other a sense of slight comfort, but they'd both known that it wouldn't end well for either of them.

She could take the knife and try to kill a guard, but that would only get her killed, and not in a quick way. Taking one last deep breath, she lifted the sharp object in her hand and cut a straight line through Aleksandra's bloated stomach, revealing a small child under the waves of blood flowing out of the corpse. Lada picked up the infant, washed it up a bit, showed it quickly to the father, not that he would care, and checked the gender before handing the child to the boss.

"Sir, it's a girl," she said, feeling the boss' favourite asset stare at her intently.

He smiled, but his smile was cruel and frightening. "Good, that means the Red Room can train her. You will care for her until she comes of age to be sent away." He walked away, but before exiting the cell he turned. "Don't let her die. And don't do anything you'll regret, woman. Hail HYDRA." And with that final threat, he left.

Lada gulped and looked down at the infant. Super soldier serum already ran through her tiny veins, making them slightly darker. She had disturbingly bright blue eyes, just like her father.

The nurse felt a wave of sadness and pity overcome her. This child would never know love, never have a name, never get the chance to go to school, make friends. She would never have parents who cherished her, a husband to love. Instead, she would become a killer and a slave without even knowing it. A cruel fate decided for her before she was even born.

After years of searching and nine long months of waiting, HYDRA's new Winter Soldier was born. 

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I know the timeline doesn't fit together, seeing as she was born in 1961 but the Winter Soldier only got the other super soldier serums in 1991, but we're just gonna ignore that little detail. Let's say HYDRA was trying to recreate the serum and mixed with Bucky's DNA, it worked. Please comment your thoughts and vote! Thank you!