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Kindred Souls Part 2

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 ���𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄.. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁.

Pairings: Avengers! X F!OC,Bucky Barnes X F!OC

Warnings: blood,stalking,past traumas,mention of Red Room and HYDRA,swearing (A lot),violence,flirting, fluff,angst,mentions of depression,ptsd and adhd

Summary: OC was part of the Red Room, got taken at a very young age, escaped thanks to Natasha Romanoff and her sister who took down the Red Room. Now her past hunts her.

Word count: 1.6K

After a while I woke up to a lot of noise. They were coming from outside the room I was in. I swung my legs over the table or the bed, whatever I was lying on. I stood up, only to quickly sit back down. I guess my blood pressure dropped. I tried again, stabilized myself, and stumbled to the door to open it. I walked out and came face to face with the Avengers all at once. “I..uhh thank you guys. For taking care of my wound...” I murmured softly, trying to look at them, but it was hard to do. I don’t know these people, and yet I came here. Only because Natasha was here, and she’s the only thing I remember clearly. At all. The 20 years of killing and torturing from the Red Room? A blur. Some memories were suddenly there, then they weren't. Of course, the boy would shoot me for it. I probably killed his family. It didn’t matter if I was forced to or not. I did it anyway. The blood was on my hands, not someone else’s. “Sit down, your blood pressure is still pretty low. You've lost a lot of blood.” Said one of them in a white lab coat and glasses on his head. They all looked familiar, I'd probably seen them on posters before or I was just assigned to missions to take them out. I’m not really sure. I knew them, but I didn’t really know their names. I sat down on a chair quite far away from them. I was still unsure about myself, even after two years.

Red Room used the same method as HYDRA. The result was that I had trigger words. Just like the Winter Soldier programming, only with different words. I knew I could just snap and act on it. “So... let’s start from the beginning, shall we? I’m Steve Rogers.” Said the blonde, who I now had a name for. They all introduced themselves. Except one. Him. He hadn’t told me his name. I didn’t want to push him, I’m nobody here. And reminding him of his past probably wasn’t a smart move on my part. But I didn’t know. The last time I heard from him, he was supposed to train us in the Red Room. HYDRA agreed so that him and Dreykov’s widows could become the ultimate weapon against humanity. To take over. I sat in silence, watching each of them. I scanned my surroundings. Searched for all the doors, exits. I noticed the kitchen with all the knives. I flinched at the sight of them, but played it cool. I still carried my weapons with me, it was a habit. But since I'd been free from that place, I never really used them. I didn’t want to. Never again.

I know it’s not possible for me to have anything normal in my life. I don’t even know what that is. Red Room robbed me of my first experiences. Everything. I know nothing but fear, sadness and anger. That's what I felt when I was there. For 20 years. I’m not sure how to feel now. “Are you okay?” Steve spoke up again. I nodded in response to his question. What did okay mean? My mind raced, I thought about it, but I couldn’t place the word. I knew the word, Dreykov used it. But never as a question, let alone as a question addressed to me. “I’m really sorry to just barge into your space like this. And thank you for this, but I should get going..” I pointed to my wound, that had been patched up. I really should go. I can’t stay here. “Young lady, I do not think you understand the implications of your situation. You come here, bleeding. Shot to death. Looking for Natasha. You did not tell us anything else, and now you want to leave?” Tony asked. His eyebrows raised as he spoke. His tone was questioning. “I know. But I have already told you. She was the one I remembered. I thought seeking her help was a good idea. Although good and bad are not really different, so maybe it wasn’t a good decision. But fine, what do you want to know?” I sighed and let my eyes wander to trail up and look at them. My eyes immediately went to him.

I couldn’t look away, he made it impossible. His eyes piercing into mine. It was as if I was looking into the most beautiful blue, but so much pain. So much in those beautiful eyes. “Well, you told us your name, we know you were in the Red Room. What do you remember?” Clint spoke up. He seemed close to this subject. Close to Natasha. “Not much. Sometimes I have flashbacks of random people, usually covered in blood. Nightmares about him all the time. Dreykov. The man who kidnapped me and many others. I remember the training and the tests they did on us. I looked up a few things after I was free. And it seems I am missing some things. Things in my body. I can’t remember that though. I have this vivid memory of masked men dragging me out of my bed and putting their hands over my mouth so I couldn’t scream. That was the last time I saw my parents. I was five years old, if my math right.”  When I told them all this, my voice was almost a whisper, and he was still staring at me. I couldn’t place the way he was looking at me. Anger played in those eyes, but I didn’t know if it was directed at me or not.

Everyone in the room looked shocked, some looked away from me. I felt uncomfortable, and the fact that he was still staring at me didn't help at all. I could feel the anger and fear pouring out of his eyes. I quickly turned my attention away from him, when Natasha spoke up this time. "How old are you now? You look young," she said, her tone full of compassion and understanding. "Twenty-six. I was twenty-four when I came out, thanks to you and your sister." I replied to her question. I feel grateful to her. I know she had her own reasons for destroying the Red Room, but she still saved a lot of lives. "That means you were there for 20 years, right?" Bruce asked in a soft tone. He didn't know how to talk to me about it. I really appreciated his kindness. "Yes, that's right." I nod in response to his question. I look away for a second to see the surprise on their faces. I mean, sure, it can be surprising to a normal person. But I could have been there longer. I was lucky I was only there for 20 years.

"Anyway... I really should go. Thanks again. I can change the bandages, so I'll be fine." I tried to smile a little, but I couldn't. It didn't convince them. Steve and Natasha immediately started protesting about me leaving. Then Tony took the floor and surprised everyone. "Stay. At least a little. You shouldn't be walking around with a hole in your chest," his tone was surprisingly gentle and calm. "Look who's talking," Natasha rolled her eyes, scoffing, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Did Tony have a hole in his chest? "Long story short, he was near death and had an arc reactor in his chest to keep him alive. Now he doesn't need it anymore." Bruce said in a gravelly voice. A sensitive subject. "Look, I really appreciate this, but I've had worse. It's nothing," I said, shaking it off. The offer to stay here was terrifying. I'd hate to ruin their space with my presence. Not to mention him clearly being against me. "That wasn't a question." Steve said in a non-contradictory tone. "I can't," my voice trailed off. I felt the lump in my throat. I can't stay here and annoy them with myself.

Besides, I'm not really a team player, never have been. I've always worked alone, took every risk to make it. I wasn't that important anyway. Sure, I could take out a bunch of people at once and never missed a shot. But I never felt special, like Dreykov said I was. He always said I was Natasha's successor. I never saw myself that way. I was a puppet. A pretty good one, but still a puppet. "What do you mean you can't do it?" Steve asked. He sounded confused. That was understandable. Who would turn down an opportunity like that, right? "It means I can't stay. I'm still not quite myself. I don't want to hurt any more people." The confusion showed on all their faces. Except him. "You're not going to hurt anyone. We're here and we won't let you." Assured Bruce. At least he tried, it didn't work though.

"You don't understand, and that's okay. I thank you for all this, but I can't stay." I sighed, I felt uncomfortable in this situation. I got up from the chair and walked towards the elevator. Then the metal lit up in front of my eyes, blocking my way. "Let me go," I lifted my head and looked at him. Those blue eyes. "What's your deal, anyway?" I asked him, sharply and a little more seriously. "Cap said you're staying here. So stay put." That deep, serious voice again. So cold and emotionless. Like a robot. He demanded instead of asking. He exuded such dominance. I felt submissive and I obeyed. I didn't know why, it was like a force was commanding me. I averted my eyes and stared at the floor beneath me. "Fine," it was so quiet they could barely hear it.

Natasha looked back and forth between us a few times before she spoke, "You look at Bucky, like you’ve seen him before. Or like if you know him." She pointed it out, tilting her head to the side a little. “I... He was supposed to train us. Red Room and HYDRA was working together, so they assigned him, The Winter Soldier to train us. So him and the Widows who survived the training can be the ultimate weapons against humanity.” I finished my sentence, still staring at the floor. Feeling guilty about this. The memories flood my mind, and pictures of the training rooms, the medical center they had inside.. Dreykov’s office.. Where he showed a picture of him. To me. I was the first to know about his arrival. “So.. Beside that... what do you remember of him having to train you? Did Dreykov said anything?” Natasha speaks up again, her tone is gentle and kind. She knows my pain.. They were really curious about that. About me. It was strange.  

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Kindred souls Part 1

Pics are not mine, belongs to Pinterest. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄.. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁.

Pairings: Avengers! X F!OC,Bucky Barnes X F!OC Warnings: blood,stalking,past traumas,mention of Red Room and HYDRA,swearing (A lot),violence,flirting, fluff,angst,mentions of depression,ptsd and adhd Summary: OC was part of the Red Room, got taken at a very young age, escaped thanks to Natasha Romanoff and her sister who took down the Red Room. Now her past hunts her. Word count: 1.4K

I ran through the streets, soaked with water and mud. My clothes were dirty and ruined as I ran. The voices grew louder as I ended up in a dark valley where the only way out was up. It was impossible to get out of there before they caught up with me. I was always stubborn and brave, but that courage wasn’t so good in every situation.

When the voices finally caught up with me and the three men came towards me, adrenaline pumped through my veins and my heart raced so fast it was a miracle I was still alive. I noticed the pattern of their movements and tried to dance my way out of the encounter, but as soon as one of them spoke up, it was clear why they were after me. “2013 March 12”- One of them said. The confused look on my face made him even angrier than before. The other two men tried to calm him down, but they did not have much success. He was almost about to lash out at me when he suddenly stopped, seemed to calm down a little and spoke again.

“You killed my mother, my father and my sister. Don’t you remember? You even looked me straight in the eye and I watched you slaughter them in front of me. And yet you acted as if nothing had happened and left.“- My memories came back and I saw in front of me a small child, about 5 years old, crying in front of me. The bodies of his family were lying on the floor, covered in blood. I was the one who had killed them. I had made his life hell. It was already a great burden on my shoulders, how many lives I ruined in my life, in that short time. I was only 15 years old at the time. It was even a miracle that they sent me on a mission. I was the youngest one out there, the others weren't sent out until they were 20.

But Drejkov saw something in me, that I was capable of something impossible. Just like his other former widow. Natasha Romanoff. I thought I wasn't like her, she was strong and I was just trying to be strong. All that weighed on me every day. And I was still so young, how could I ruin so many lives in such a short time? When I answered him, he was on the verge of losing his temper and now his friends were rushing towards me too. I don’t want to hurt any more innocent people, but I don’t want to die either.  “I’m sorry about that. I had no other choice at that moment.“ -I said and one of them pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I was fast and very well trained. The boy wasn’t used to a gun, he couldn’t handle it.

Maybe that was the cause, or maybe my mind was telling me not to dodge the bullet. That it would be easier to let it kill me after all the pain I'd caused. I'd deserve it. Then the bullet found me, in my chest, close to my heart, but not close enough to kill me. I pressed on the wound as they just ran away. The kid got more trauma, great. I needed immediate medical attention but didn’t know where to go. I mean, I couldn’t go to a normal hospital with a bullet in my chest, they'd ask far too many questions, and the police would probably get involved too. I couldn’t risk that. As I tried to hide in the shadows of the night, I noticed a large billboard on a building across the street. The Avengers. It was a bunch of guys until a familiar face appeared. Natasha. They had a live/work base, which was also mentioned on the billboard.

Well done Avengers, that’s not a way you hide from the enemy. I only had one chance, hopefully she will not ask any questions and just get the bullet out and I am on my way. After a long walk I was exhausted, I had lost a lot of blood, but I was here. The gates weren’t actually closed so I just pushed them aside and walked in. There was a big field around the even bigger building. A bunch of cars and training grounds. Strange, I thought to myself. Not a guard, but a retinal scanner. It's easy to hack into these things. I mean, I had to learn how to hack, I was supposed to be a deadly assassin. It didn’t take me long to do it, the screen was green and the doors were open. I walked in, stumbled to the elevator, read the signs and pressed the button that would take me to the “living area”. Where I would find Natasha, I assumed.

The elevator opened with a ding and I stepped out... so many people.. "So, um, hello." -I said, a little unsure of the situation. I looked around the room, everyone was staring at me. I was practically soaked from the rain. Water dripped off my clothes onto the floor, forming a small pool underneath me as I stood in front of the elevator. "Who are you?" - one of them asked. A tall, blond-haired, muscular man in a black T-shirt that clung perfectly to his body and gray sweatpants. He looked good, and he looked familiar. "Uh... my name is Ren. And I came here to talk to Natasha." -I said, my voice low as I was a little intimidated by all the people. "That's your first question, Rogers? Well, mine is, how the hell did you get in here? I built the security system myself!" -He was a few inch shorter, had black hair and sported a beard and mustache. "Then you must be Tony Stark." - I said, looking at the man in question. "It wasn't my intention to hack into your system. I just didn't know where to go." -I muttered quietly, waving my fingers around.

Once again, I felt like I did before... "Alright then. Why do you want to see her?" -Asked the blonde, who was obviously Rogers. "She's the reason I was able to escape. And the only person I remember." -My voice shook a little, but I continued. "Besides, I was attacked before I got here. Some people found me and claimed I killed their parents. Which is probably what happened. It's still a little of a blur to remember all this." -I said, heaving a sigh as I stared at the ground beneath me. I didn't tell them about my wound, which was bleeding at the moment. After all, I had been shot. My clothes were already wet, so I didn't think it would show. "You're bleeding," one of them said. A deep, hoarse voice. I felt a shiver run down my spine at that. "No, I'm not," I said quickly. Perhaps too quickly. "Yes, you're bleeding. I can smell it. And it's dripping from your clothes." -That deep voice again. Then a man appeared. He had a metal arm.

I tilted my head slightly to the side as I looked at the man in front of me. "You're the Winter Soldier. He mentioned you a few times. You were supposed to train us, but then you disappeared from HYDRA... " I said, still looking at him from head to toe. He looked different from what Dreykov had shown us. He still had long hair and that pain in his eyes, but something was different. "Who?" he asked simply, but his tone was demanding. "Dreykov. My so-called father. Or whatever he was." -I answered him. Then I heard a soft, low sigh of surprise in the room. "You were in the Red Room?" -a female voice. She sounded scared, even surprised. "Yes, I was. I escaped two years ago when you and your sister blew up that hellhole." - my voice went quiet again. I had never talked about it before. I don't know why I did now. I shifted my weight to my other leg and hissed at the sudden pain I felt in my chest. The bullet. It dripped even more and now soaking my shirt. Now they definitely see it. The tall blonde gasped and quickly rushed over to me, catching me as I nearly collapsed. "We can ask her more questions once the wound of hers are taken care of" he said in an imperious tone. It seemed like he was the boss here, everyone listened to him. I was taken into a white, bright room. Then everything went dark.