Past:
" Then you pull this over your arm like-no. That's where your head goes-okay. " The Winter Soldier laughs loudly as his attempt to dress Dorothea-Lavern fails miserably.
Vernie giggles loudly, her head sticking out of the arm of her shirt and her arm sticking out of the place her head's supposed to go. She jumps onto the lumpy cot the soldiers seated on and hops around, waving her arms widely. " What do yous mean? Dis is how shirts gow onuh. "
The soldier laughs at her adorableness. " Come 'er you. " He gently grabs the little girl who squeals in happiness and laughs as he tickles her.
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After finally teaching her how to put on her clothing properly, TWS ( The Winter Soldier ) attempts to do Vernie's hair. After failing a few times, TWS finally ends up putting Vernie's hair into a ponytail. A messy, but doing the job, ponytail.
" There you go... Perfecto. " The Soldier says in a silly voice, causing Vernie to giggle loudly. He laughs a little bit and Vernie runs to the broken mirror in the bathroom. She pulls her tiny stool to the counter underneath the mirror and climbs upon it. She grins as she sees her reflection. Instead of her usual oversized number nine shirt, TWS managed to get her a shirt and pants made for kids around her age.
" I look pretty! " She exclaims with a smile.
TWS smiles at her happiness. " Yes you do, Vernie. You look really pretty. "
" Tank you! " Dorothea-Lavern still has a bit of a hard time with the th sound.
Vernie hops off the stool and runs over to the soldier. She crawls onto his lap and hugs his neck. " Tank you. "
" Your welcome, kiddo. " TWS hugs her back.
" Can I, can I draws? " Vernie asks while digging in her pillowcase for her marker.
" Sure kiddo. " TWS pulls out his knives and gets to work cleaning them at the table.
A few hours later, Vernie stops humming and looks up at the nice man who's taken care of her for the past little while. The man who has looked out for her protected her. The man she trusts and believes in.
" What's your name? " She asks.
TWS freezes. He didn't expect that question. It was only a matter of time that she asked his name, but what was he to say? He had no idea what his own name is. Only what they call him, The Winter Soldier.
This question sparked many others for the soldier.
Why couldn't he remember his name? When was the last time he heard someone call him something other than the Winter Soldier? Never.
What was his name?
" I...I don't know. " TWS replies honestly.
" Yous don't know your name? " Vernie asks innocently.
" I don't. " The soldier shrugs. He turns back to cleaning off his knives.
" What cans I call yous? " Vernie asks as she walks over to him. She crawls onto his lap, steering clear of the knives.
" Um..." The soldier thinks. What can she call him? He hadn't really thought of that. One word pops into his mind. " Papa. You can call me papa. "
" Papa? " Vernie asks. A grin spreads across her tiny face. " I likes it! You're papa! " She wiggles off TWS's lap and runs to her paper. She quickly scribbles something onto the page in her hands. " Here, papa! Lookie what I mades! " Vernie shoves her paper at TWS.
He smiles as he sees the scribbled writing at the bottom.
Papa and Vernie.
The picture is of the soldier and Vernie.
The soldier picks up Vernie and smiles. " Thanks, Vernie. I love it. "
" Your welcomes! "
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She's Afraid and Forgotten - Winter Soldier
FanfictionAlone. Afraid. Unsure. Before she was placed in his care, she knew absolutely nothing but pain. She couldn't talk, walk, and was afraid of everything. She'd never seen the sun or daylight. She'd never felt anything but cold. She was nameless, only...
