The Chronicles Of The Winter || Part III

The chronicles of the winter || Part III

Part II Summary: continuation of imagine

Word Count: 1273

Warnings: none

Ten minutes to eliminate the Captain America is more than generous. He didn’t make a sound, he was trained not to make a sound. While the van was standing at the little parking lot next to the main street in the city center, he was awaiting, in a shade of a huge skyscraper. Leaning his back against the cold wall of the building, he once again repeated his plan.

Take your aim… HE’S ONLY A TARGET. Cut him down… THAT PREMONITION THAT I KNEW HIM. Your bullet can’t ricochet….

Finally he heard some voices. Target wasn’t alone…

“Are you sure it’s here?” Sam asked hesitantly. “Excuse me? Are you undermining my navigational skills now?” Natasha barked loudly, getting out of their car. Steve, who at that moment was standing next to the vehicle, was looking around. “Stop, immediately, both of you” he said in a harsh voice of his. “It’s not a good moment for arguments, do you understand?” Natasha only rolled her eyes, taking a seat at the hood of the car. “What’s now, Cap?” she asked coldly. “I’m telling you, Steve. It could be anyone else. Maybe they’re wrong.” Captain didn’t answer at her words, because he noticed the black van standing at a one of free parking spaces.

In the same time Soldier decided to start an action. He turn around, stepping out of the shadow and he aimed. But he quickly realized the target was firing his own weapon at him, one bullet has striked him in the chest where his tactic vest absorbed the impact. In the next moment the target launched himself at the Soldier. He was good, Bucky had to admitted… He was stronger and faster than target was, but he had to concentrate to block man’s blows and get through his defences. He lost his own weapon early in the exchange. Bucky was finally able to sweep blonde man’s feet out from under him and he went down. He straddled the target, circling his neck with his hands. It will take only moments now…

But the target wasn’t alone. Bucky felt a strong blow aimed in his neck, so for a short moment he lost his concentration. Not even taking eyes off the target, with his metal arm he grabbed second person, who was still standing behind them. He easily threw the person aside. With a corner of his eye he noticed it was a redhead woman.

He again focused on the target beneath him. But the target wasn’t done. He managed to get one leg up to Bucky’s throat, to force him down and break the grip that’s depriving him of breath. He almost managed to get away. No one has managed to come so close to escaping the Soldier… But he had him pinned again in a moment… The target began to strike out with no technique, just blind panic, arms and legs were flailing against him. As he gasped for breath that won’t come, one of the target’s hand reached out and grabbed his face mask, pulling it off.

The target saw his face, and he freezed. The target knows him…

Second strong blow in the neck threw Soldier out of the target, straight at the concrete. He made a coup forward and quickly got back on his feet. There was one more person besides the woman. It was a tall black man. A strong man…

The target got up from the ground with help of his comrade. Bucky felt target’s eyes on himself.

Soldier slowly turned his head to face blonde man. “BUCKY?!” the target whispered quietly. Soldier for a second was silent, than he narrowed his brows and barked. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

He didn’t know what the target was talking about. But the familiar feeling of knowing that man came back to Soldier’s head.

Suddenly an apparent peace has been interrupted by shots. The two men who came at the place with the Soldier, seeing what was going on at the parking lot, decided to step into an action. They were aiming in the target and his comrades. Suddenly Soldier heard a female scream. Redhead has been shot in her arm and she fell on the ground, squeaking quietly.

“Get to the fucking van!” one of the mercenaries screamed loudly, giving a sign to the Soldier, while the second was distracting the target.

Bucky ran straight to the car and quickly got in. After a moment second of the men jump to the van too and he shut the door as he did. A driver hardly pressed the accelerator and after a while they were on a way back to the private airport.

His handler was standing on the stairs, just out of reach, he held a pistol firmly in both hands. It didn’t matter. The Soldier knew he could kill the man if he wanted to. He had a gun in his boot and three knives, and he wouldn’t even need any of them. He could cross the distance between them and break the man’s neck before he could pull the trigger or say the words. But he didn’t. The handler’s controls was fraying, but they weren’t quite broken yet. “Soldier, report” his handler ordered. The Soldier didn’t even do his handler the courtesy of looking at him, keeping his eyes directed to the floor. He was sitting at the narrow brick wall, in the huge devastated, abandoned air shed. “You failed your mission, Soldier. I need your report.” That made the Soldier turn to his handler. He knew he did. “Who am I?” Bucky asked. “You are the Soldier” the handler replied without hesitation. “And who was I before that?” “You were nobody.” the words were spit out, contemptuous. The Soldier clenched his fists. “You ARE nobody.” “Who was the target?” he asked. “He was an enemy.” “I knew him” the Soldier whispered. “That’s why he had to die. He would have exposed your existence. Your work is so important, we cannot allow that to happen.” the handler was so sure, so confident. The Soldier hated him. “But I knew him” Bukcy insisted. He sensed his handler’s tense. He rose to his feet and faced down his handler. The man was almost as tall as he was, but the Soldier knew he can’t be underestimated. “Солдат. Стоп.” The Soldier balanced on the balls of his feet. He knew the switch to Russian meant the words were coming. “Желание.” One word wasn’t enough for the handler to take his will, but it was enough that for the Soldier to feel the strands of control began to once more wind around him. He launched himself forward with a snarl, sure of his own ability, but his handler was ready for him. He fired two times and the Soldier felt two darts strike, in throat and leg. He fought to keep moving, but can feel the drugs, the poison, which was overcoming his will. He had his hands around the throat of his handler, but his vision was fading and he fell. The last thing he felt before he lost consciousness entirely was a vicious kick to his ribs.

He woke up in the chair and found the routine has changed. This time, they started with fire, fire that burnt the rebellion from his brain. Fire that left him screaming, that made his limbs tremble. When the fire has burned the last fragment of his old self away, only then they did stop. His handler approached him, the hated red book which he has held in his hands. “And now, Soldier,” his handler said coldly, “we will begin again.”

Author: Beast

Imagine: finding kitten and 10th Doctor let you keep it.

„Doctor! I'm back!” You yelled, entering TARDIS. Your clothes were really wet because it started raining when you were going back.

The Doctor looked at you and blinked „What happend to you?”

You giggled putting your wet hair behind your ear „Nothing, It’s raining outside. Rain caught me and now I'm wet.” You shrugged gently.

He only shook his head „Y/N I told you to take umbrella, You will be sick again.” The Doctor said worried, watching you.

„I’ll be fine, really, don’t worry.” You said taking off you jacket and putting it away

The Doctor stroked you cheek, it was cold „I’m alway worried, you good know this.”

You nodded and nuzzled to his warm hand „I know… that’s why I love you.”

Suddenly both of you could her quiet meow

„A cat here? Where?” The doctor looked around confiused

You sighed and pulled out small kitten from under your shirt, it was as wet as you were. You smiled at The Doctor „Can we keep it? I couldn’t leave her alone in rain.”

He blinked „A kitten… I’m not sure if this is a good idea Y/N”

„Please… Please! Everything will be allright, I’ll take care of her I promise. You know I love cats… All animals… please..” You said looking at him with your big eyes.

The doctor couldn’t help, When You were looking at him like this He couldn’t say no „Okay… Fine but you really must take care of it, you promise?”

You nodded, jumping happily „I promise!” You hugged to him and kissed him softly

„Okay, okay. You two are wet… Go find towel.”

„Oh… Yes, sorry.” You giggled and gave kitten to him „Be right back.”

The Doctor smiled at you and looked at kitten „Aren’t you cute?” He said softly, rubbing kitten’s ear.

Kitten only purred happily.

Author: Cass

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Imagine: You’re HQ bff and you both are doing shopping.

“HARLEY! HARLEY!” you screamed from a dressing room. “HEY! COME HERE, I NEED YOUR OPINION!” you were trying a blue dress on. It was a short dress with a long lacy sleeves. Harley went to the the dress room and shifted a backdrop. “It’s good!” She clapped her hands happily and then she shown you her choice. It was a long red silk dress with a cut to the hip. “How’d you think, is Puddin gonna like it on me?” She asked, gently touching the material. “Try it on!” You suggested with a grin. She nodded and went to her dress room.

After few minutea you’ve heard a sobbing. You gently slipped head into dressing room where she was. “What’s wrong?” “I.. it’s too fucking small! It’s 36..” She said, her make-up was destroyed by tears. “Take it off and we’re gonna ask an assistant if they have your size!” You smiled.

You both went through the shop, looking for an assistant. When you finally found one, Harley explained her problem. Woman measured her with a confused gaze. “We don’t have such BIG sizes here. Try in other boutique” she said coldly. You knew it will cause problems. Harley’s cheeks turned red in one moment as she pulled her gun from behind her jeans’ belt and aimed at the assistant. “I suggest you to find the 38 size in a minute or I’ll kill everyone and blow this fucking shitty place away!“

Half an hour later you and Harley with a lot of shopping bags went to her red Lamborghini. "I’m telling ya always, the power of arguments are the most important” she winked to you, improving her make-up.

Author: Rouge

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Imagine: Bucky is being tortured and trained to become a Winter Soldier

The basement was pitch black. He was as blind as if his eyes had been gouged. His body washed cold. He brought his fingers to his eye sockets, they were still there. He turned back to the stairs and tried to run up, but his foot fell through each one like it was a mere projection. So how had he walked down them? He leant forwards to touch the stair and felt a fabric fall down his arm, soft and velvety. Cold metal touched his forehead and moved down. Without sight of any knife he began to bleed from the neck, he choked. He raised his hands to feel the sticky warm fluid about his throat. He screamed.

A loud noise startled Bucky out of his abysmal nightmare. His cheeks were wet and his body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs, probably because he was thrashing in his sleep. His heart pounded against his chest. Bucky trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of his nightmare still clung to his mind, haunting him. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. Bucky let out a frightened cry and buried his face into his pillow. Even his breaths trembled. He swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of his room. He couldn’t see anything.

Every night it was the same. He was always back in his personal hell. The same nightmare all the time. On awakening, despite the nightmare ending, a ghastly feeling of being watched by invisible eyes. Anxiety. Fear. But he couldn't show it. He had to stay strong.

Bucky has been trained to become an assassin for Hydra. He was meat on a slab to Hydra's agents, screaming, begging, crying, pleading, bargaining, but nothing affected them. He knew the rules. He had to be obedient.

"Name?" a low voice asked. He cleared his throat before he spoke. "James Buchanan Barnes." Electricity lanced through his brain, causing strong convulsions — his teeth ground together, his hands gripped the chair, he pulled and fought and couldn’t get away, nothing remained but the fire in each of his muscles. "Name?" the voice asked again. "...please... I..." Bucky whispered weakly. Another blow of the electricity caused a huge pain, it spreaded quickly throughout his whole body. "NAME" voice was harsh. Bucky didn't say a word. Cold. Darkness.  Sore. He ran a dry tongue over shriveled lips. "...water.. I need a water.." he was begging. The darkness stretched eternally as he faded into nothing, closing his eyes. "PURPOSE?!" voice screamed. It pulled him out of the emptiness. "....glory of Hydra.." he whispered as devastated as he was. A wet rag touched his lips, reeking of mildew. He was so dsperate for moisture, that he sucked at it. The rag was torn away so quickly. He was left, craving for more of a moisture. He heard a satisfaction in the voice. "Good. Take him away."

There had always been blood on his hands: from the people he’d eliminated. The targets they’d assigned to the asset. Enemy soldiers when he was a sniper in the war. A short flashbacks frequently appeared when he was falling asleep. Sometimes he was even able to assign them to a certain events from his previous... life? Was it a life or was it only a dream? He wasn't sure. He never has been.

"A shining new era is tiptoeing nearer" one of the commanders said loudly, standing at a stiar-head at the top of a stairs. "I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded, when at last we're given our dues." Bucky looked at the man, no ounce of emotions left in him anymore. The commander continued. "Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected to take certain duties on board. Prepare for the coup of a century, be prepared for the murkiest scam, meticulous planning for decades. Our ambitions are bared. You only have to kill Captain America. That's your next target. He's your next mission." Bucky didn't even blink, he only gave a slight nod. He knew the rules... "Payback time is nearing and then our flag will fly against a blood-red sky" the man smiled rudely, looking at rest of soldiers, who were gathered in the huge canteen. They all were looking at one of their leaders. Man looked directly at Bucky, his mouth corners slowly raised up in an awful smile. "The battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for us. The melody of growls, a counterpoint of painful howls, a symphony of death, that's what we need to hear." Man in a khaki uniform slowly went downstairs and stood in front of the Winter Soldier. "Hydra's still around to train this soldier..." he walked around Bucky, finally putting palms at assasin's shoulders from behind. Than man said loudly: "...till he learns to be a perfect killer with a lust for being bad." Bucky knew the rules. He just was assigned. Now he had a mission.

Author: Beast

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Imagine: Cuddling with Bucky at morning

You wake up and feel safe in his arms. You look over, his hair tousled, his nostrils flaring slightly, matching his slow, breathing pattern in his sleep. You snuggle up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catching up to his, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to you warm touch. 

Both of your bodies are buried under the covers, yet you can see his silhouette from the dim light peering in. The light made body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of. You couldn’t think of anything better to do than kiss them. You trace your fingers along his trapezius muscle, then down to his deltoids. 

You kiss his cheek lightly, and close your eyes for a second. When you open them, you see him slowly opening his eyes, like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring back at you. You press your chest against his, your heartbeat starting to pace with his again. You grab his hand and intertwine fingers with his. Your lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part. “Good morning, gorgeous” you hear his voice. You're so engulfed in your passion for him, that you don’t even realize his lips moving. 

You smile at him, playing with his hair lightly. “I love you..” you finally say. “All the things they say about love, it’s true.. You know how I know? Because I get to wake up in your arms every morning. You prove it to me every single day, by not doing a single thing, except being here in the morning.." He smiles brightly, running fingers thorough your hair. "You're my soul mate" he whisperes kissing your nose.

Author: Nad

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Imagine: You're a girlfriend of Captain America and You need to tell him you're pregnant with Bucky.

Request from: Anonymous 

You knew everything will be changed.

You knew it since first second when you looked at the pregnancy test and you noticed 2 little lines. Fucking two little lines. And who would thought it’ll be caused only by.. wish for revenge?

It started in completely innocent way.

You were Captain's girlfriend. He loved you more than his own life. He would give you everything, only to cause a smile on your face. You had everything you could have wanted. Your all dreams came true by his side. You was appreciated, important, but the most important was that he loved you. He was your mainstay. Your whole world. You both were the happiest couple. You thought nothing will ever change it…

Unfortunately, after sometime, his work started to cause an anxiety in you. He was always gone, when you wanted to cuddle. He was gone, when you had your mood swings. Only because of that fucking work! You started to blame S.H.I.E.L.D about misunderstandings in your common relationship. Everything were annoying you. Especially his missions.. Those long days without him by your side always made you angry, sad, unappreciated. But everytime you wanted to talk about your anxiety with him, he was too busy to listen once again, how much you hate his job. He was a good man, who always wanted to help people. To serve his country and world. Sometimes, with sadness you had to admitted, that it looked like he forgot he has a girlfriend.

After some time you realized that you’re spending most of your time with his best friend, Bucky Barnes know as the Winter Soldier. He was always an enigma to you, his story was full of different emotions, mostly sad ones. But you really liked to listen about his adventures he gone through with Steve. And… he has shown you his interest. In some moment he was the one who cared if you're not in any need when Steve was away. He even few times helped you with some silly things in your flat. You really appreciated his effort… maybe too much.

And finally it had happened.

You went to a bed together. You’ve cheated on your beloved boyfriend. The most important person in your life. One-night stand turned into something more. It lasted almost a month. Until you haven’t realized you can’t do it anymore, because it’s highly unfair toward Steve. And toward Bucky also. So you just stopped meeting with him, you were trying to avoid his presence in your surroundings. But after some time you realized one more thing. Something was wrong.

You weren’t feeling good.  You were constantly tired, you started to be dizzy at mornings.. no! It can’t be that!, you were thinking to yourself. That was when you decided to make a test. And hell, it was positive. You were pregnant. With Bucky. Your whole world almost immediately collapsed. You couldn't lie to Steve any longer. Soon he would notice you were in pregnancy.

~~~~~~~~~

It was his second day at home. He was after a tough mission in Russia. They found a base of Hydra and Steve had been sent there to infiltrate that place. He succeed and now he had a week off.

“Honey, can we talk?!” He said loudly sitting in living room.

You were in kitchen, making coffee in his favorite mug. You felt kind of a cold knife stabbing your heart. You knew you had to tell him the truth. Before you went to the living room with two mugs, you put hands at your belly. It wasn’t visible yet, it was only beginning of third month. You took few deep breaths and went there.

Steve was sitting at the couch, watching news on TV. You placed his mug at the coffee table and you took a seat next to him with your glass. “Yes?” you asked.

Steve gave you a brief gaze before he spoke. “I feel there's a distance, something strange in your behaviour.”

You let out a loud sigh. You desperately needed to throw it all from you. “Yes.. Steve.. I don’t know what to tell you.. How to tell you..”

“Maybe start using words?” he couldn't help but chuckled softly. He stopped as he noticed you weren't laughing.

“Steve. I’m pregnant” you said biting your lips and chewing them a bit.

He blinked but smiled brightly. “It's a good news, honey!”

You took deep breath. “Steve..” tears started to form in your eyes. “It’s… It's not.. It’s not your baby…”

There was a silence for a while. He was only looking at you with cold eyes of his. No emotion was on his face.

“Who?” Only that word left his mouth.

You swallowed, turning head at side.

“I asked you a question!” you could easily see how mad he was.

You finally found a courage. “Bucky.”

It was a moment. You saw how his face is changing. And when you noticed that single tear running down over his cheek, your heart almost broke.

“S-Steve…” you whispered, covering mouth with hand. You realized how much you have hurt him. “God… baby.. please.. forgive me!” you whimpered sadly falling down on your knees and putting your hands at his thighs. “I’m so incredibly sorry.. I… I don’t have an explanation for what I have done to you… to us..” You were sobbing loudly, you let yourself to break down.

He didn’t push you away. Only tears were falling down over his cheeks as he was looking down at you. He was motionless. He didn’t say a single word.

You dared to raise your head and look at those big blue eyes of his. “Oh my God, Steve..” You couldn't help but shivered slightly, crying even more.

It wasn’t your plan to hurt him like that. To cause tears. To break his heart. You only wanted to be… exactly. What did you want to achieve? It was only a wish for revenge. You wanted to have someone who’ll adore you all time. Bucky gave have you his attention, but nothing more. And Steve? He gave you his unconditional love.

“I’m regretting this, Steve. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't did this again.. I betrayed your trust. I.. I’ll understand if you’ll decide to leave. I’m not worth your love” you mumbled quietly, not looking into his eyes.

Suddenly you felt a familiar touch. His hand slipped under your shivering chin and it forced you to look at him. Straight into those blue eyes..

“Love is being with your partner through all ups and downs. After all the difficult times we've made it through, I know that it doesn't matter what happens, you will stand by me and always be there through the good and the bad. And the same goes to you. I won't never leave you. We can go through it together. You did a mistake, like everyone. But I truly love you and nothing can change it. Nothing.”

You were looking at him, your eyes wide open. You started to cry more, almost screaming, from mix of relief and sadness. The man you love the most, forgave you. Just. You didn't know how to thank him.

“Steve… I didn’t deserve..”

He didn’t let you finish this sentence. He closed your mouth with a subtle kiss. “Shhh.. don't think about it anymore. You can’t take stress now. At least you’re expecting a baby.”

 That night you were talking till the midnight. You told him, what caused that you cheated on him. You were honest. He also apologized you that he didn’t notice you may have a feeling of solitude. At least he knew the truth. And that situation has only shown you, that you have the greatest man by your side. Who will love you not only in good times. But especially in a bad ones.

Author: Rouge

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