The Winter Wraith (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 6 - Winter Wraith

Agony. Like a thousand shards of glass ripping through your mind.

Memories blaze behind your eyelids, your life playing out before you.

You try to scream but your jaw is locked around the metal in your mouth, your hands restrained by yet more metal cuffs.

Then... nothing.

"What is your name?" And it all comes rushing back on a tide of rage.

"My name is Y/N L/N and I am not afraid of you." A lie, but it makes you feel better to say it.

He looks unimpressed, "Again!"

~

A fire sears your brain, a familiar one. Memories tumble inside your head, you search to grasp one and try to hide in the memory of a honey-voiced woman singing you to sleep. You feel safe. And then the fire consumes her too.

As your eyes crack open to a dim, concrete room, a man asks you one question, "What is your name?"

"Fuck you!" You spit at him.

"Again."

~

A woman, not the same as before, eyes like a snake. A man, never home and always yelling. A sullen house along a gravel road. Cold toes on a winter's night. Memories that belong to you. Pain.

"What is your name?" Rage underlies every word.

"Abraham Lincoln." You put on a brave face, but you... you can't fully remember. You know your first name is Y/N, but what was your family name...?

"Again."

~

Hours pass. Days maybe. Or perhaps months? Time is just one big blur. You train, but what was that for? Muscle memory is a peculiar thing, you know how to do things, but when did you learn? Your head constantly aches and you can barely hold on to who you are. Y/N. That's your name. Or is it?

"What is your name?"

"I don't know." Please let him believe you.

Silence. "Ah, but I think that you do. Again."

~

"What is your name?"

Your mind is blank. "I-I don't have one."

"It's time," A German man assesses you. "Lieutenant Schmidt, what is the Subject's code name?"

A reedy,  pockmarked man holding a red book answers him, "Winter Wraith, sir."

Their attention turns back to you. "Did you here that? Your name is Winter Wraith."

You don't remember that name, but it must be yours. Why else would they tell you it? "What happened," You croak, when did you last speak? "Why am I here?"

"We rescued you from a very bad place, Winter Wraith. You owe us."

You look at the people around you. "Th-thank you."

The man's eye twitches in displeasure. "Again!"

~

"вечный (Eternal),

"надежда (Hope),

"забывать (Forget),

"рассвет (Dawn),

"двадцать (Twenty),

"милость (Mercy),

"Девять (Nine),

"колючка (Thorn),

"один (One),

"пламя (Flame).

"Доброе утро, Призрак (Good morning, Wraith)."

"Я готова отвечать (Ready to comply)."

~

"Kill her." Your handler, Dr Albracht, commands.

You tear the woman's heart from her chest with your mind.

"Very good, Wraith. That woman was Mary Bennett, did you know her?" He raises on eyebrow towards you as guards drag the woman's body away.

"No, sir."

He smiles at your answer.

~

"Congratulations on your newest experiment, Dr Albracht." The man lounges on a leather chair, shrouded in shadows.

Sweaty palmed, the Dr replies, "Thank you, sir. It is an honour to talk to-"

"Tell me about her."

"The Memory Suppressing Machine worked well, she does not remember her life before the Winter Wraith. She is loyal to Hydra." He's blabbing a bit.

"Yes, yes. But her abilities?" The man picks some lint off his impeccable black vest.

"She's developed an advanced form of telekinesis, allowing her to move almost anything with her mind;  objects, light, water, air, skin - allowing her to heal herself, to an extent. She also seems to have a form of telepathy, she knows other people's thoughts and emotions and can control them. She can 'persuade' people, per se, to do her bidding by changing how they feel about things or commanding them to forget something." Dr Albracht tried not to fiddle with his cloak, but she was the first experiment that had survived all the trials and he was filled with adrenaline.

"Was the program successful?" The man's eyes glint in the shadows, like that of a shark's.

"Ja, sir. She will obey all commands and, just as you said she would be, she appears largely herself. It's incredible, really. Unlike our other experiments, we can command her to smile, act natural, seduce, whatever is necessary for the mission. And she no longer flinches as the killing, I rather think she enjoys it."

"Are there any limits to her powers?" The man questions.

"Well, yes. She can't create things, she has little control over the more complicated elements, using her powers do drain her strength and we believe certain frequencies can severely impact her-"

He does not feel the pain immediately. But he falls to his knees like any man would. The blood blossoming on his jacket seems surreal. The man in the shadows places the gun back in his belt. "You failed me, then. I asked for an indestructible weapon and you did not give me one. Shame, really. I was beginning to like you. Guards? Find the Winter Wraith a new handler, but put her in the cryostasis chamber until we need her. And remove this body."

A/n
The translations are mainly from Google Translate so they may not be entirely reliable and I'll go over the meaning of the trigger words in the next chapter.
Harley J. xx