let me give mercy

He's a mercenary. He's a mechanic. He's a monster. He's doing his best. He's Winter, he's soldat, he's Nikolayev, he's James Barnes, he's every other identity Clint's come up with and he's William Jonathan Beckham, apparently. He has no recollection of a life past seven years ago and he can do things he doesn't remember learning. He has scars he doesn't remember receiving. He doesn't know where he was born or where he came from or how he got here, but he's here and that's what he's going with.He has Clint and he has Natalia and he has himself and his survival skills. That's what he gotten by on for the past seven years and he has no desire to find out what he had before all that. But he gets these dreams that feel more like memories, and there's this guy who keeps turning up in them. He moves to Brooklyn and the memories start coming back. His friends turn out to know more than they'd been letting on, and there's a guy with forget-me-not coloured eyes insisting he knows him.  (Yet another AU no one asked for.)

In this fic you will find James Barnes not being born with the name James Barnes, Pierce and Rumlow part of a mob entirely unrelated to Hydra, Hydra still being assholes, and probably a bunch of Russian that doesn't translate quite right. Entirely unbeta'd by the way! All mistakes are my own :)