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HELLO! Sorry for disappearing on y’all! I moved and life has just been BUSY!! But, I’m hoping to have some time and inspiration to start writing for frost again :)

Also been playing a lot of red dead 2…. That’s been taking up a lot of my brain space… red dead fans rise up!

If y’all would have interest in any red dead fics y’all just let me know o-o

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Frost - 6

Hydra wants to create a second Winter Solider

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Dad!Bucky Barnes, Daughter OC!

Warnings: graphic murder, physical abuse

Story summary: Hydra has conducted countless experiments to recreate the serum they gave Bucky so they can continue to create more Winter Soldiers. All experiments thus far has been failures. What happens when they give one final hypothesis a shot.

Word Count: 2080

02 - June 2019 - Hydra Unground Facility

The harsh sound of glass shattering and metal crashing rang out loudly through the room as Dr. Zymin destroyed the nearby equipment in a fit of rage. A meeting was called for everyone in the facility. I stood amongst the guards lined up against the back wall, meanwhile, the scientist and medical staff stood off to the right side of the room. In the center was Zymin. I have never seen him this angry and this disheveled in my life. His usual, perfect, slicked-back blond hair had fallen loose. Many strands hanging in front of his face. His eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved as he continued his rage. 

“Security staff! Step forward! Now!” Zymin screamed. All the guards surrounding me took one large step forward. “You all are supposed to be the best backup in the world! The best trackers! The best gunsmen! Yet… you have all failed ME! The bastard has a metal arm for fucks sake! How do you lose a six-foot man with a metal arm?” Zymin's head whips down to the end of the line at the sound of a guard clearing his throat. 

“What is it you have to say, boy?” Zymin positioned himself directly in front of the meek guard. Looking down at the man as beads of his own sweat dropped down onto the guard's uniform. 

“N-nothing, sir..” 

“No, please! Explain to me what went wrong. I would love to know”

The guard swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. “It was his tracker, sir. It must have been damaged or discarded. We lost his signal, sir.”

There was a beat of silence as Zymin continued to stare down at the guard. 

“The signal from his tracker was lost, so you all just decided to throw in the towel? Am I understanding you right?” Sarcasm oozed from Zymin’s tongue as he spoke.

“Well, we c-” The guard's voice was abruptly cut off by the sharp sound of Zymin's fist ramming into the side of the guard's head. His punch landed with such force as to send the guard falling to the ground. Before the guard could even react, Zymin bent down, grabbing a fistful of the guard's hair and repeatedly smashing the guard's skull into the cement. The guard's shrill screams and the cracking sounds of his skull hitting the cement grew louder and louder until… silence. His head was nothing more than a grotesque mess of fragments of flesh and bone coated with his thick blood oozing all over the floor. 

Zymin’s white dress shirt was now adorned with a bright red splatter of blood. He brushed the stray hairs back away from his face as he rose up. Coating a few blonde strands in blood as well. “There is no excuse! You all are the best in your fields! I will never tolerate failure!”

Zymin’s eyes lock onto mine as he quickly closes the distance between us. He points his finger in my face. “Your stupid fucking fa-..” He clears his throat, quickly recollecting himself before continuing, ��Comrade.. Your stupid fucking fellow comerade is being selfish. He never once stopped to think about what his new absence would mean for you.” Zymin’s spit landed onto my cheeks as he spoke. “02, you are to take over Winter’s position effective immediately.” 

02 - Present Day 

I lay belly down amongst the lush grasses of the rural acreage where this cabin resided. Far enough outside of town to feel remote but close enough to the city for my target, James Cook, to be able to make frequent visits for business. Lucky for him, his cabin is also the perfect remote meeting spot for him and his other wealthy business owner friends to retreat to for their secret strategist meetings. Unlucky for him, some of our Hydra agents had already infiltrated his company. Bugging his office and hacking his email. Give me the exact time and coordinates of his next meeting. And here I am. Lying hidden amongst the tall grass on a hill just past his cabin. I use the scope on my rifle to keep an eye on James as he waits for his partners to arrive. My head has become heavy and sluggish as the minutes keep passing. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been lying down this long. My brain begs me to just nod off. Take advantage of these few blissful minutes. But I can’t. I could never. That would ruin the whole mission. I beg my eyes to stay open when, finally, I see two cars driving down the cabin's long dirt road.

The cars park and two other men get out of them. I continue watching them through my scope as I shake off my grogginess and get ready to make my shot. Three easy shots, I’ve done this a million times. Only three shots, then I can go home. With a deep breath, I line up my first target and shoot. His body drops to the ground. Before the other even has a second to process, I take my second shot. The man's body fell to the ground. I aim up my final shot and.. 

What the hell? My gun jams up. I try to reset and reload, but something is stuck. No no no, Fuck! I pull out my pistol from the holster on my waist and shoot. My head is so foggy, and I can’t get the perfect shot, especially from this far with a pistol. I graze James’ shoulders and legs with my bullets, but I’m just too far away. 

Fuck it. I quickly push myself off the ground and start sprinting in his direction. Closing in enough distance for Jams to finally be able to lock eyes on me as I sprint out of the shadows. He begins to run away, the fresh wounds in his leg causing him to hobble. But that doesn’t matter, I'm faster than him even if he wasn’t wounded. Once I'm close enough to him, I quickly fire off another shot. James trips right as I shoot, causing the bullet to fly right over him. I go to shoot again, *Clink*, no ammo. You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! I put the gun back in its holster and swiftly pulled out my knife. Running up to James while he's still on the ground. Using my knees, I pin his arms down on the ground. Lifting my knife for a deep cut right on his throat. I feel his struggle stop and his limbs fall flat to the ground. 

I take a few deep breaths as I stand up. Staring down at the three bodies around me. This is my worst mission yet. I quickly take a few more breaths, then cover my tracks and return home. 

“And to think… All those years of training and learning, for this!” Zymin stood tall in front of me. Hands on his hips in frustration. I couldn’t look at him, I was too scared, too. I stayed seated in the same metal chair I sat in after returning from every mission. Except this time, my heart was racing so hard it felt like it would fly out of my chest. Yet, my anxiety couldn’t surpass the extreme exhaustion my body was going through. My head still felt so heavy, and every moment was a battle to stay awake. “A target nearly escaped tonight! How do you even begin to explain yourself!” Zymin looked down at me, bewildered. His perfectly crafted golden child almost did the one thing I’m never supposed to do: fail. 

I held my tongue. My exhaustion is making everything feel so muffled, so distant. Zymin crouched down to be eye level with me. Gingerly, he put his hand on my cheek and lifted my head up so we could look at each other eye to eye, before quickly pulling his hand back and hitting me so hard across the cheek it burned. “What the FUCK has gotten into you! Always look at me when I’m speaking to you!” 

The world around me slowly started to become dark. My body suddenly collapsed. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Zymin said as he turned away from 02. Her body lying motionless on he ground. Zymin rubbed his eyes in frustration. Nurses quickly ran over. Lifting 02’s body back up onto the chair and beginning to monitor her vitals. 

“Status, please. What the Fuck is happening to my girl!” Zymin screamed at the nurses. Turning back to face everyone. The nurses flinched at the strength of his voice. 

“Her body is totally exhausted, sir. She needs to rest.”

Peesh Zymin chuckles, “Give me a break.” He mutters under his breath.

“She needs more food, sir. She needs to rest and eat. You have been overworking her since Barnes lef-”

“She is a tool! And she will be used as one! It is not my fault that Barnes escaped, and it is not 02’s fault that Barnes escaped, but either way, she needs to pick up the slack!”

“She is barely still a child, sir.”

“She is a weapon! She is a tool! She has that beautiful serum coursing through every inch of her veins! She was put on this planet to be my weapon, and that she will be! No go pump her with some adrenaline, give her programing a fresh reset, and fucking wake her up!”

I slowly blink my eyes open as my pupils adjust to the bright light pointing down at me. A dull pain radiates from my temples. As I slowly come to, I see I'm hooked up to a couple of IVs. A nurse has her back to me, unaware that I’ve woken up. The medical room is small and sterile. I hear a beeping noise start to quicken as my body quickly becomes awake and alert. I’m hooked up to a heart rate monitor. “You're awake!” The nurse says as she turns around, only to be met with my panicked expression. “Hey hey hey it’s ok! Everything is ok.”

“What are you doing to me?” I manage to spit out 

“Calm down, you’re ok. You fainted after your mission this evening. So we hooked you up to some adrenaline to wake you up and also some electrolytes to rehydrate you. Dr.Zymin also felt that your programming needed a reset, so any pain you feel around your temples is a result of the electrotherapy producer. You’ve had that done before, though, nothing new, nothing scary.”

My eyes dart around the room. I can’t help but be on edge. I fainted after my mission? Daddy will not be happy about that.

The nurse turned back around. Grabbing whatever she was preparing earlier, and placed it in front of me. “You must eat. Your body needs to refuel.” She places the tray of food in front of me. The sounds of the door unlocking makes me tense as I dart my eyes to the door. Zymin walks in as cool as a cucumber. 

“Hello Nurse Morgan, do you mind giving me a minute along with my daughter?”

The Nurse gives me a gentle smile before quickly exiting the room. Zymin smiles down at me. The bright lights in this room bouncing off his bright white suit and his golden hair, he looks like he's glowing. He takes his time closing the distance between us before finally leaning down in front of me. Our faces merely inches apart. He harshly grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back. I wince, and a couple of tears roll down my cheeks. 

“You fucking embarras me like that again and you won’t live another day, you got that?”

I nod my head frantically. A whimper escaping my lips.

“I said, you got that!”

“Y-yes daddy,” my voice exiting as a weak quiver. My body couldn’t help but shake as my fear grew and grew. The sound of my heart rate getting faster and faster. Zymin pushed my head back as he let go of my hair.

“You hungry?” Zymin asked while motioning down to the tray of food in front of me. I shook my head frantically again. 

“Yes, daddy.”

Without hesitation, Zymin pushed the tray of food off the table, scattering bits of food all over the floor.

“Get on your hands and knees. You get to use a fork once you’ve shown me you can use a knife.”

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The next chapter of frost will come out soon I swear!

I recntly moved so things are crazyyy.. Also saw Thunderebolts omg

Thunderbolts is making me rethink my plan for Frost😳

.... if i switched bucky being with the avengers to bucky being with the thunderbolts would yall be mad...

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number 1 victim of thunderbolts brain rot

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to the people who wanted bucky in the void and the other thunderbolts (particularly yelena) being there for him. come get y'all's food

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ARMED AND DANGEROUS 💥

…….gang i don’t know how many swags i got left in me but THIS DESIGN.. 😩

тгк: kameyasart

Insta/Twt: kameyasart

Available on Inprnt (link in bio!)

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Run

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bucky

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It’s not too late to turn back

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ARMED AND DANGEROUS 💥

…….gang i don’t know how many swags i got left in me but THIS DESIGN.. 😩

тгк: kameyasart

Insta/Twt: kameyasart

Available on Inprnt (link in bio!)

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR 2016, dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo

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Frost - 5

Hydra wants to create a second Winter Solider

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

Part 3 Here

Part 4 Here

Dad!Bucky Barnes, Daughter OC!

Warnings: light signs of PTSD and depression

Story summary: Hydra has conducted countless experiments to recreate the serum they gave Bucky so they can continue to create more Winter Soldiers. All experiments thus far has been failures. What happens when they give one final hypothesis a shot.

Word Count: 1508

Present Day - Avengers Tower

The warm rays of the morning sun slowly make their way over the city skyline as dawn begins to break. As usual, Bucky is the first awake. His back pressed against the cold metal pillars connecting the floor-to-ceiling windows to the face of the building. There are plenty of chairs in the common room, but he prefers the ground. Getting himself as close to the window as possible, he looks down at the streets slowly coming to life. Being so high up makes the people below look like ants. Scurrying from one sidewalk to another. He pulls his knees into his chest. Crossing his arms over the top of his legs to create a pillow for him to rest his head on. His right arm always on top of the left; it’s warmer. Bucky’s ears perk up at the sound of faint footsteps coming in his direction. He feels no need to turn around and look, he knows who's approaching. It’s almost routine at this point. 

“Another rough night?” Sam says as he walks up to Bucky. Two steaming cups of coffee in hand. “Not as bad as yesterday. I was just restless. Or maybe my brain is now used to waking up before the sun does.” Bucky reaches out and grabs the warm mug that Sam is offering him, pulling the mug in close and taking a small sip. “Or maybe the sleep aid Banner concocted for you is working. This is good.” Sam says as he lowers himself to take a seat on the ground opposite Bucky. 

“Nothing about this feels good, Sam.”

“You need to have hope, Buck. I know it’s hard, but having a night that's better than lasts, it’s a good sign.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high… The terrors always come in waves.”

“If you’re not gonna have hope for yourself, then I’ll just have enough hope for the both of us. How bout that?”

“Fine by me.” A small chuckle falls from Bucky’s lips as he lifts the mug up for another sip. They sit in silence for a moment. Both looking out the window at the streets below. The hustle and bustle of people making their way to their morning shifts. “Ya know,” Sam speaks up, “one of these mornings I’m gonna startle you when I walk up.” Bucky lets out a soft chuckle, “That’s an impossible task. I hear everything.”

“Not me! I’m light on my feet.”

“Are you asking to lose?”

“Oh, so you’re throwing down some smack talk now?” Sam says with playful aggression.

Bucky laughs, “Are you not proposing a competition?”

“Ya know what? Yes, I am, and you don’t even know what you’re up against because up until this point I haven't even been trying to be sneaky.”

“That is such a lie!” Bucky laughs, “Fine, you’re on.”

“Let the startle competition commence!” Sam announces. He stands up, reaching a hand out to Bucky to help him up. “Come on, think Stark wanted to call a meeting bright and early.” Bucky takes Sam’s hand and lets Sam help pull him up. “Yeah, you’re right, let's go.”

The two go their separate ways to change before meeting up with everyone else in the meeting room. As Bucky closes his bedroom door behind himself, he takes a deep breath. In and out. His room feels heavy. The closed blinds blocked out any sliver of sun from entering. The blankets from his bed are strewn about the room. Stacks of cups are clustered on his bedside table. Papers and journals are scattered all over the floor. Even though he’s been free from Hydra for five years, he still feels like it was yesterday. Quickly, he freshens himself up and throws on a red henley, jeans, and some boots.

Bucky walks into the meeting room. Seeing that he is the last to arrive, Bucky shifts his gaze down and takes the open seat next to Sam. “Glad to see you could make it, Barnes,” Tony mutters under his breath with a scoff. “This meeting better be worth the early call time, Stark,” Natasha says. “Ya never were a morning person were ya Nat?” Tony jokes. Nat rolls her eyes. Tony clicks a button on the small remote he's holding in his hand. The shades on the large windows begin to close, and a large projection appears behind Tony. The projection is filled with images of recent news headlines. 

‘Breaking News! The CEO of Krona Inc. was assassinated in his New York City home, January 15th, 2024.’ 

‘Breaking News! Democratic candidate Liz Shultz shot at a recent speech in Chicago! Shultz was quickly escorted to emergency care and sadly passed later that night. March 2nd, 2024.’

Breaking News! A bomb was set off at Mayor Montgomery’s re-election celebration event. Many were harmed during the explosion, and many also tragically passed, including Mayor Lucas Montgumery, Riva CEO Nancy Picket, BFFA Nonprofit Executive Riley Limen, and Senator Sasha Grey. November 21st, 2024’

Roughly twenty headlines of similar titles graced the projection behind Tony. “I want you all to take a look at these headlines… One thing is for certain: the recent uptick in assassinations has been astounding. You all would agree, I would assume.” Tony takes a moment to look around before continuing. “What other two things do we know regarding these headlines? Anyone? Fine, I’ll tell you. For starters, all these victims are connected. All these politicians and all these ceo’s or charity people, they all work together… frequently… Any of you want to chime in here? I’m really doing all the heavy lifting.” 

“If all the victims are connected, then whoever is behind it is trying to wipe out that group's influence. Boom, that's detective 101 right there.” Sam adds, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms confidently over his chest. 

“Yes, but all of these cases went cold almost immediately. There were zero suspects and zero evidence left behind by the attackers.” Nat adds, leaning forward in her chair to rest her elbows on the table. Becoming ever more intrigued with what Tony is proposing to the group. “Stole the words right out of my mouth as that is the second piece tying all these cases together…the lack of evidence.”

“Please tell me there's a but,” Nat mutters. “But! That might all change today.” Tony says before clicking a button on his remote. The headlines all begin to fade away and be replaced by some of the lowest quality pictures of a person dressed in black that the group has ever seen. “You can’t be serious…” Sam says under his breath. “Tony… seriously! This is what you’ve gathered us all here for?” Nat says as she lets herself slump back into her chair. “Yes! Matter of fact, it is! Now, I know these pictures are only about hmm, give or take five pixels, but! Stick with me. These images are from various street cameras throughout all the major cities where these crimes happened. This person managed to avoid areas where they knew there would be better updated cameras… but they got caught by some long forgotten, poor, neglected cameras.” 

“And why should we believe this person has any relation to the various headlines you just presented us with?” Banner speaks up from a seat in the back. “Because! We’ve scrubbed the data off these various cameras going all the way back to 2016, and this person only appears on the days these crimes occurred. They even appear on dates corresponding to cold cases from 2018!” 

“That's a blob, Tony! I don’t care if that blob was there in 2018! That. Is. A. Blob!”  Banner exclaims back to Tony. Throwing his hands in the direction of the projection.

Bucky sits silently as he watches everyone else around him arguing. He begins to tune them all out as he feels his body tensing up, surely due to the arguing happening around him, but also something about these crimes doesn’t sit right with him… Years of cold cases with zero suspects that all seem to connect to serve a greater agenda… It’s all too familiar… Bucky tries to block those thoughts out of his head. The sounds of the voices around him slowly come back as he tries to become present again.

 “Fine! If you all don’t want to believe me or believe my leads, then that's… that’s fine.” Tony takes a moment to catch his breath. Placing his hands on his hips in clear frustration. “Just please, if you're out on a mission or hell even just out grabbing a sandwich around the corner, just please keep an eye out for anything.” Everyone settles down and begins to rise. Bucky quickly stands from his chair and makes his way out of the room. 

This can’t be happening. It’s impossible. Right? No, no, it’s all in my head. It’s all in my head. Bucky’s mind begins to race as he makes his way back to his room. He needs to be alone. He needs to think. 

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he looked so hot in catws

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★ The wall won’t budge.

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Frost - 4

Hydra wants to create a second Winter Solider

Part 1 Here

Part 2 Here

Part 3 Here

Dad!Bucky Barnes, Daughter OC!

Warnings: fighting, abuse, creepy guy, suggested SA

Story Summary: Hydra has conducted countless experiments to recreate the serum they gave Bucky so they can continue to create more Winter Soldiers. All experiments thus far has been failures. What happens when they give one final hypothesis a shot.

Word Count: 1311

02 had no childhood. From the moment she was brought into this world, Hydra took great care to sculpt her into their next perfect weapon. Hydra took precautions to ensure Bucky couldn’t remember 02 was his child. Right after her conception, they increased his amount of routine memory whipping. It was vital to Hydra that neither of them knew of their relation. Believing that their subjects were easier to control when they believed they were alone.  As a child, 02 had no toys, no coloring books, no bedtime stories. Early childhood was focused on discipline. Instilling in her that if she does not follow orders, she will be punished. Hydra didn’t care about hurting a child if it benefited their goals. Dr. Zymin enlisted a small team of teachers to instruct 02 in things Zymin deemed important. She learned to read and write and quickly became bilingual in English and Russian. As she grew older, she would become a polyglot. She was only taught basic math. Deadly weapons don’t need to know calculus. She spent the rest of her time training. Hand-to-hand combat from the moment she could walk till she was ten. That’s when weapons got introduced. Trainers instructed her in close combat with knives and how to operate different types of guns. Once she was 13, the trainers would test her abilities. They often would fight against her to see how she would handle fighting a real person. At this time, she was becoming perfect. Rarely ever losing. So they took these tests one step further. Having her fight against Bucky once a week. 

October 15th 2016

02 POV

Sweat dripped down the sides of my face as I threw punches at Ivan, Hydra’s trainer. I threw a right hook at his cheek. Throwing him off balance, stumbling back, and holding his cheek. I breathed hard, keeping my fists in front of my face as I watched him regain his balance. “Well done, soldier. You win this fight. We will conclude this session with a full-gear fight against Winter.” I finally let my arms fall from my face. Walking over to my gear, a shiver ran down my spine. I tried to shake it off as I began to suit up. A full gear fight meant we both had to be in our combat uniforms and were allowed to use small knives. Hydra’s goal is for these fights to be perfectly equal, and in theory, they should be. We have the exact same gear, same weapons, same training. But he’s so much bigger than me and more experienced. I have yet to win. As I finish zipping up my vest, I see him walk in. He’s suited up, and he takes his position on the other end of the training room. I pull on my mask and goggles and take my spot on the opposite side of the room. Ivan takes his spot against the wall, perfect for moderating the fight. Winter and I stare at each other for a moment, I'm hesitating, he makes the first move. Quickly lunging towards me. I swerve out of the way, blocking his hits. One after another after another. He gears up for a left hook, I duck out of the way. Bouncing back up and landing an uppercut on him with my momentum. The adrenaline of landing a hit fills my body with endorphins. He comes back at me, trying to pin me down. I move efficiently through a mix of blocking, dodging, and hitting. We’re so synchronized it's almost musical. I land a hard kick to his gut. Knocking the wind out of him. Within a split second, he takes hold of my ankle. Gripping so tightly with his metal hand, I can feel his grip through the layers of my boot. I let out a screech of pain, trying to keep it in. Stay silent! I think to myself. He whips my leg like a workout rope. Flinging my body onto the ground. Completely knocking the air from my lungs. Before I know it, he has me pinned down. His knees holding my arms in place. I can’t escape. A quick succession of blows to the head leaves me seeing stars. “Stop!” Ivan yells. The fight is over. Another loss. I feel Winter's weight leave my body, followed by the sound of his heavy boots as he exits the room.

I sit on a steel medical chair that resides in the middle of the large cement room Hydra uses for daily reports. The cuffs around my wrists are cold. They always leave marks from being closed slightly too tight. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling look like their barely alive. Casting a subtly dim green light over the space. The drainage hole on the floor has droplets of water on it. Someone else's check-in must not have gone well. “02, I see your language training this morning went well. You’re nearly fluent in Korean.” Dr. Zymin says as he enters the room. His gaze shifted down towards the clipboard in his hands as he reads over my report. “Yes, sir.” My palms were sweating. I knew what was coming but wanted to avoid it as long as possible. “And it looks like your solo combat training went well, your duo training with Ivan went very well...” “Yes, sir”. I impulsively begin to pick at the skin around my fingers, trying to release the ball of anxiety growing larger inside my chest. “But.. your training with Winter..It did not go well, did it?”. Dr. Zymin looks up from the clipboard. His gaze is piercing. “No, sir.” A hint of a tremble laces my words. His gaze lingers an extra few seconds. “Speak!!” He yells at the top of his lungs. I flinch at his voice. “It was going well at first. But he pinned me again...” Zymin harshly slaps me across my cheek. The area stings and pulses from the impact. “I don’t care if it was going well! You failed! You’ve failed me yet again, my child! You know better than this.” Zymin paces for a moment before coming to a quick stop in front of me again. “What is most important, my child?” He asks me. “N-never upsetting Daddy,” I recite, my gaze shifted down as I try to hold back tears. “Exactly. And what upsets Daddy more than anything?”  “Failure..” My lip quivers. I can feel his heavy gaze upon me. “Look at me when I speak to you!!” His voice booms through the room. I quickly shoot my head up, locking eyes with him. “You are perfect in every way, my child. Failure is utterly unacceptable. I will not accept any more failures during your combat training.” Zymin crouched down, his eyes meeting mine. He gently runs a hand through my hair. Moving his hand to brush along my cheek and hold it tenderly. “I have been too kind to you, my child. Too lenient. I am tightening the leash.” His gentle hand morphs into a harsh grip on my cheeks. His fingernails dug into my cheeks hard enough to break the flesh. “Not another single failure during your combat training, do you understand?” “Yes, sir”. “Good,” he responds, forcefully pushing my head back as he lets go and stands up. He pulls a pristine white handkerchief out of his pocket to clean the blood out from under his nails. “Demitri!” Zymin snaps. The guard quickly straightens himself up and steps forward. “Unlock her and punish her, however you want. I don’t care. Hit her, rape her, cut her, whatever. Just get the point acrossed.” All other guards exit with Dr. Zymin as Dimitri makes his way up to me. My head hangs low. Dimitri grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my face up to meet his, a twisted smile spread across his face.

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Sam: And that's what he said, can you believe it?

Bucky: pff what an idiot...

Sam: You feeling better, buddy?

Bucky: Yeah... Thank you...

Or Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and Sam keeps him company, talking nonsense to distract him