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Sitting. 

    It’s what his days consisted of. And it was one of the most boring parts of his life. Everything else was horrible. From killing innocent people with no self control, to being contained in a chair while his memories of the days before got erased, his emotions going with it. The Winter Soldier was a piece of a murder-filled puzzle that would never be completed.

Then a little girl got thrown into the mix.

 While sitting and anticipating the Soldier was interrupted by the metal bars opening, a small yelp, and the bars closing with a slam. On the floor in front of him was a creature that was in obvious pain. Long black hair matted and clearly unbrushed, with a small body that was full of bruises and cuts. 

“Я даю ему три минуты, прежде чем он отрывает ее конечность от конечности,” an agent joked as he slightly chuckled. (i give him three minutes before he rips her limb from limb)

The Soldier had heard him, and he was now aware of the situation at hand. The thing in front of him was a child. A neglected child at that. It was obvious she hadn’t eaten, or had eaten very little, in the days leading up to this moment. She hugged herself tightly out of pure fear. Both agents remained in their places until the man with the metal arm began his way towards the cowering mass on the floor. He knew what they wanted. And he wasn’t going to give it to them. 

Kneeling by the little girl was the first mistake. As soon as she sensed his presence she jumped up and ran, or more so hobbled, to the farthest corner she could find.

He thought of communicating with her. Thought of assuring her that he wasn’t going to harm her in any way. But her reaction to him merely kneeling next to her made it clear how the situation would turn out. So he sat back down in the single cot he was provided with. Although, he couldn’t blame them. He was going to be the only person in the cell. Nobody, especially him, was expecting a small, beaten, scared little girl to be added to his living situation.

Less than a minute had passed when a metal tray was pushed under the cell door. Food laid upon it. Lots of food. He was their best assassin after all, so skimping wasn’t an option. The Soldier took into account the lack of extra. A choice presented itself: be exactly what the agents wanted him to be, or split the food among himself and the child.

“Все еще не убили маленькую суку еще?” (haven’t killed the little bitch yet)

 The metal-armed man remained seated, looking at the agent from behind his hair.

Soon it was just the two: a trained assassin, and a little girl that shivered nonstop. The Soldier slowly stood and walked over to the tray. After picking it up he carried the tray back to his cot and sat back down. After splitting the food, more so one-fourth and three-fourth rather than half and half, he placed his portion, the smaller of the two, in the spot next to him. With the remainder of the food on the tray, he slid it across the floor towards the little girl. The hard metal hit her leg and a heart-wrenching, ear-piercing scream escaped her lips. 

The man in the cell with her was forced to grimace and bite his tongue to stop himself from acting. 

Once the little girl noticed what was beside her, she froze. She had never seen so many consumable things in one place. Her mind thought back to the punishment she received if she didn’t ingest the food given to her in an allotted amount of time. Out of fear, her small hands quickly grabbed the food and shoved it in her mouth. The tray was empty in a matter of seconds. 

“Помедленнее,” the Soldier coaxed, soon realizing it was going to be no help. (slow down)

The little girl held her stomach as she felt a bubbling, the sensation making its way to her mouth as her spit went hot. Her cheeks puffed as the contents of her stomach rose back up. The assassin in the cell ran for one of the buckets he was provided with and put it underneath the girl’s body. Everything came up and went into the bucket. Tears pricked the eyes of both of them, but more so the younger of the two.

A hand came up and was placed on the small child’s back. She propelled herself nearly a foot in the air before once again finding solace in a corner. And just like before, the two were alone. Yet the laughing of agents could be heard down the deep, empty hallway.

Neither of them liked it, but it was home.