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MOSCOW, 1963
AN ear-piercing scream echoed across the entire fortress, being loud enough to snap Anastasia awake from her sleep. The noise enthralled the gaunt woman, causing her to jump from her bed and hurry to the barred door.
The shrill noise seemed to gain louder before two guards were dragging another man down the hall.
It was the asset...The Winter Soldier, she noticed immediately, craning her neck to watch the commotion.
His lengthened hair was slightly matted and stuck to his face due to sweat.
It seemed like a struggle to drag him, as he resisted and pulled with all the muscle he had.
When they went to pass her cell, his eyes caught hers, causing him to do a double-take. His face seemed to light up beneath his stress. "Anastasia!"
His outburst made her blink in surprise. Her head jutted back, the supposed name catching her off guard.
Is that my name? No—it's not...why would he...?
"Anastasia—baby—it's me!" He cried out once again, planting his feet on the ground to gain more traction. His feet caught, making all three halt. The guards grunted again, trying to pull on him. "It's Bucky! I-It's James!"
"Prep him! He's remembering again!" The guard closest to Anatasia shouted down the corridor, gritting his teeth. She knew her cell was only a few doors down from the wiping room.
"Run, Ana! Get out of here!" Tears glossed over Bucky's eyes, using his empty strength to lean towards her.
Her inquisitiveness got the better of her, making her lean her head towards him as well. As he nodded at her encouragingly, a few tears slid down his cheeks.
Bucky's eyes widened when Anastasia stared back at her, emotionless. Anastasia's eyes were round with question, but she didn't voice or give a reaction to indicate she knew him.
"Anastasia..?"
The guards seemed to finally knock his feet away, making his body drag. He screamed again, seeming to cause a foreign feeling bloom in her chest. Like guilt...or pity?
They travelled further down the hallway. "PLEASE, NO!"
Her eyes followed after the three before she slowly stepped back. Eyebrows furrowing, she assumed their last mission set him off.
