Chapter 13
(See Notes up above for an explanation of this chapter^^^)
Bucky screamed as Adelaide went limp in the man’s arms. “Addie! Addie wake up!” he yelled, trying desperately to break out of his bonds. “Adelaide!”
“She’ll be fine,” the man assured him, laying his daughter down on the ground, out of the way. “Now, I’m sure we won’t have much time, since she has surely alerted Captain Rogers and his friends that I am not who I say I am. Shall we begin?” Bucky strained against the metal holding him down, cursing whoever made this containment cell (Stark). “Zhelaniye,” the man said, and Bucky grunted. “Rzhavvy.” A growl of warning. “Semnadtsat’.”
“Please,” he pleaded, though he knew it would fall on deaf ears. He looked helplessly at his daughter, lying prone on the ground. She had tried to save him, the brave little girl. I’m sorry, kotenok. I’m so sorry.
“Rassvet. Pech’. Devyat’.” He screamed as his arm shocked him, and he ripped out of the metal bonds, freeing himself and desperately slamming his fist against the glass casing, grunting at the shock that attacked him every time he hit it. “Dobroserdechny. Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu.” The glass started to crack, and Bucky slammed into it harder, adrenaline pulsing through him. If he could get him to stop saying the words, he’d be free. He could take Adelaide and run, run to where no one would ever find them. They’d be safe. With renewed strength, he pounded away, hearing the hinges begin to give.
“No!”
“Odin.” The door started to fall away. Just a bit more. C’mon.
You can do it, Daddy!
“Gruzovoy vagon.” The door flew away, and Bucky’s last sight was Adelaide laying asleep on the ground as the world ripped away from him.
(Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak. Furnace. Benign. Homecoming. One. Freight car.)
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The Winter Soldier stood ramrod straight, staring ahead of him. He wasn’t allowed to look at his superiors. “Soldat?” the man asked. (Soldier.)
“Gotov vypolnit'.” He waited for his orders. (Gotov vypolnit’.)
“Mission report: September 16, 1991.”
“Priobretat' i izvlech'. Zadaniye vypolneno.” The man had many questions. The Soldier answered them without hesitation. It was not his place to wonder why things were; he was there to do a job, and he would complete it. His gaze flicked over once the man’s back was turned, and he saw a little girl on the floor nearby. She looked familiar. Did he know her? Was she the man’s daughter? Why was she on the floor? He noticed that the door of the room had been blown in, and he wondered how that had happened. He stared at the girl curiously. He knew her. How did he know her? (Acquire and extract. Mission complete.) Loud ruckus came from outside the room, and the Soldier look up. Men burst into the room, and he leapt into action. Punch, block, dodge, swing, kick, block, hit, jump. It was a dance to him, one he knew well. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the men were neutralized, and his superior was looking at him proudly.
“Go to the helicopter. Head back to the base.” The Soldier nodded. The man’s back was turned, and he started to leave. Something stopped him. A picture flashed through his mind, a face. It was the girl on the floor, though she looked much younger. She looked up at him, and her mouth was moving, but he couldn’t hear her voice. Trying desperately to read her lips, he barely caught was she was saying.
I’ll wait for you to come home. Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you get back. She threw her arms around his neck, and then the picture was gone. Something shot through his chest, and he went back to grab the girl.
“What are you doing? I said go!” the man snapped. Though he feared the repercussions later, he had a fierce need to protect the girl. That’s what it was. The need to protect; the girl was his responsibility. Why was she unconscious? He must have failed. He was going back to the base to be wiped again. That must be it. A flash of fear zinged through him, and he decided right then and there that he wasn’t going back. The girl knew him; she trusted him. They would make it on their own. He refused to forget his mission any more than he already had. Holding the girl carefully in his arm, he left the room, holding her tightly to his side. A blonde man came into the room, and he was merely a distraction, easily taken care of. As was the dark-haired man in glasses and the two women that attacked him. The dark-skinned man was the trouble. He put the girl down in the safety of the stairwell and fought him, throwing and being thrown. He managed the slip away finally, grabbed the girl, and strode up the stairs two at a time. He looked down at the girl in his arms as he climbed, and another picture flashed through his head. Big green eyes looked up at him sleepily, and she kissed his cheek.
I love you, Daddy. Goodnight.
Goodnight, kotenok.
His daughter! That’s who she was! He remembered her! Joy made his heart leap, and a smile spread across his face. His daughter, his little kotenok. He knew who she was. His determination to protect her tripled in strength with the knowledge, and he burst through the door that led to the helicopter with renewed vigor. Hurrying to the helicopter and breaking into it, he made sure that she was secured in his lap as he slammed the door and started up the machine as the door on the roof opened again. The first man he had encountered down in the basement was back, and the Soldier glared. He’d be gone soon. He’d never see the man again. He wasn’t going back to the base; he and his daughter would find somewhere that Hydra could never find them, and they’d live there until the end of their days. Nothing would stop him from protecting her. She was his reason for breathing, he knew that, could feel it in his chest. The plane went airborne, until it jerk sideways. That stupid man was hanging onto it! With a growl, the Soldier swung the helicopter around, going towards the edge. The man skidded along the cement until he went over, grabbing onto the railing along the side of the landing pad and holding the helicopter down with brute strength. When it became apparent that this wasn’t going to work, the Soldier steered the plane the other way, trying to break away. It didn’t go to plan, and the blades smashed against the cement, breaking and flying away. The Soldier growled. He’d have to find another way now! His metal hand burst through the glass and gripped tightly onto the man’s neck. He would suffered for keeping him here. Suddenly, the helicopter slid over the edge, and the Soldier let go of the blonde man to grab onto his daughter, shielding her from the blow of hitting the water with his metal arm as it slammed against the control board. The Soldier looked at his daughter unconscious in his arms one last time before his head connected with the metal bar in the cockpit and he was knocked out.