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A Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier Fic - The Constant	By : TheConstant1944 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Captain America Views: 2391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Thirty-Three
The Winter Soldier & The Constant - The First & Second Missions

'The New Fist of Hydra' - Director Nikolay Lehmann 1947.
'HYDRA has been secretly feeding crises, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed' - Hydra scientist, Armin Zola, 2016.
'One person in the right place at the right time' - Alex Pierce - Winter Soldier Handler - date unknown.
'Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited over with two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.' - Natasha Romanoff, 2016.

The First Mission
She is nervous. He can see it in the way she helps him pull up the zip on his jacket; her hands tremble and it takes her a few times to get it done up.
Why?
He covers her hand with his and she looks up at him, and then allows her hands to fall so he can complete the process. The jacket he is wearing covers him completely, including his left arm. There will no tell-tale red star giving him away on this mission.
She hands him his mask.
His mind is clear, focused. He knows what he is to do. He is the new fist of Hydra. With his missions he will rid the world of confusion, greed. His work will be of benefit to all of mankind. For every nation.
Hail Hydra!
Then he is in the lift. Walking out of the building. Getting into the truck that will take him to his rendezvous where the assassination is to take place. All under the radar.
It is just after midnight.
On the way only one person speaks with him. They go over his programming, double-check that he knows what is expected of him. He indicates to the others that all is well.
ETA is four hours.
*
Director Lehmann oversaw the Winter Soldier’s departure. You know he will keep in radio contact with the team through everything, but before you leave he wants to tell you something. Something he knows that will hurt. He has to get his pleasures where he can.
“Miss Bowman.”
You glance his way. You had been talking to Jakobs, and both of you stop talking as Lehmann approaches.
“Well we have finally got here. It has been a long journey, and he is finally off on his first official mission.” He makes it sound as if what is happening is innocent, and even smiles at you but you do not smile back. You stopped playing his games a long time ago.
He looks at his watch even though he knows it is 12.30am. “And what a momentous day, no?”
You think you know what he is referring to. But you see Jakobs frown. He tries to interrupt but Lehmann is speaking again.
“Oh and by the way Miss Bowman - Happy Birthday.”
Lehmann’s smile widens. Jakobs curses and closes his eyes.
You say nothing as your glance drops to the ground, your mind working. Then you look back at Lehmann and see he is still smiling as he walks away. The bastard.
You have no knowledge of dates. You don't even know what year it is - but Lehmann does.
It is March 10th.
Your birthday.
But not just yours.
You look at Jakobs. “I'm sorry Freya, I didn't think you would find out, I should have guessed Lehmann would make sure you did.”
“What year?” you ask, and you see his hesitation.
“What year?” you repeat.
“1948.”
You swallow.
Lehmann has deliberately chosen James Barnes' birthday for the Winter Soldier's first official mission. He is their property, their puppet.
James Barnes is 32 years old today.
*
He crosses the grounds of Cernin Palace and doesn't notice anything about the gardens, just pads softly up to the ground window that should be open. It is. The cleaner they bribed to leave the window ajar will be dead by this time tomorrow; it will be ruled as a suicide. There is going to be a lot of it about.
He climbs in through the window and pulls it to but does not shut it; he will need to exit this way.
They showed him the layout of the palace and the rooms he would be entering, and there is enough dawn light to show the way to the door. He eases it open and sees an empty hall. He needs to cross this without being seen, and then proceed up the staircase.
The building is quiet. He climbs the stairs to the place where he knows his victim will be. There are people around; the palace is waking up, servants and cleaners getting it ready for another day of work.
He gets to the room and slips in but sees immediately the bed is empty. It has been slept in and the sheets are thrown back.
And then he hears a noise in the adjoining bathroom. He looks at his watch. It is 4.45am.
They did warn him that the man was an early riser.
He walks slowly over to the open door of the bathroom and peers in but all he can see is a bath being filled with water. But he can hear someone is inside the bathroom.
He reaches into his jacket and takes out his gun. He moves quietly into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
The man is looking into the mirror and, catching sight of movement, swings around. He is about to say something but the sight of the figure looking at him takes any thoughts or words out of his mind.
The figure is well over 6 foot tall, dressed completely in black. There is a mask obscuring the bottom half of his face and black glasses covering the top half. He is one of the most terrifying things the man has ever seen, and he is glad he cannot see his eyes.
In his gloved hand is a gun.
All that can be heard is the water pouring into the tub.
The Winter Soldier looks at the man in front of him. He recognises him from the programming. This man has to die, but it must be made to look like suicide. He cannot use the gun, cannot shoot him, but his target does not know that.
“As soon as you fire my guards will hear. You'll be caught!” The man says to him and the Winter Soldier can hear the trembling in the man's voice.
He indicates the large window. “Open it,” he says in Czech.
The man glances at it but he doesn't move.
“I won't ask you again,” says the Winter Soldier.
The man swallows and moves towards the window. He opens the shutters, and then the windows themselves. Cold air immediately whips around the room.
The Winter Soldier steps forward, forcing the man backwards until he is hard up against the window frame. “Turn around.” His voice has no inflection, and the man cannot place where the accent is from.
He does. Time slows for everything that follows, but the altercation is over in seconds. The man has no chance to plead for his life before he feels a huge blow to his back and feels himself tipping and falling, and then there is no time to think before his body hits the courtyard below with a sickening thud.
The Winter Soldier leans out and looks at the broken body beneath. Even though there is barely any light yet, there is no need to confirm the man is dead; one glance shows him he is.
It will be ruled suicide which is what Hydra wants…
…But. There is always a but.
Hydra also wants there to be a very slight doubt in peoples mind. Was is suicide…or was it murder? They want to cause confusion, mistrust. There was no reason for this man to commit suicide, so it will be questioned. To help matters, the Winter Soldier reaches up and closes the window.
He turns and looks around the bathroom, switches off the taps and empties the bath of water.
Then he leaves as quietly as he came. No one saw him arrive, and no one will see him leave.
It will be another hour and a half before the man's body is found, and the resulting confusion will cause more delay in searching for any clues as to what has happened. The Winter Soldier and his team will be well on their way back to camp by then.
Once they reach camp he is taken for mission report. It was successful. What more can be said? They go over what happened several times and then dismiss him and he heads back to his rooms. All the mission details should have been cleared from his mind…but unknown to his masters they have not been.
His head has started aching and all he can see is the man's face just before he told him to turn around.
The man was unarmed.
He had no chance.
*
The Winter Soldier is tired when he comes back. He is quiet. Cannot seem to settle. He has gone through mission report. It is late afternoon. Tonight he will sleep, and tomorrow he will return to cryo.
You offer him a meal but he picks at it, doesn't talk to you, will not look at you. In the end you suggest he showers and then goes to bed. Although he doesn't say anything he gets up, undressing on the way to the shower. You hear him get under the water.
You are picking up his clothes from where he dropped them when you realise someone is watching you. You turn to look. The Winter Soldier is stood in the doorway of the bathroom, naked, soaking wet. You watch droplets of water as they hit the floor.
You walk towards him, dropping the clothes on the chair. “Are you all right?”
He is looking at you. It is the clenched fist that concerns you, the tenseness of his body.
He looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes, they are not empty but you don't know how to describe the look in them. “I can't get clean,” he says quietly.
You stand in front of him, so close that you can breathe in his smell. His eyes are roaming your face as if begging you to help him.
“He was unarmed,” he says to you, even quieter, and your heart lurches. “I keep seeing him.”
You take his arm and turn him around and lead him back to the shower. You quickly undress down to your underwear and, as you stand him under the water, you promise him you will help him to get clean.
You pick up the shampoo and are just about to step way to get the shower chair but instead he reaches out and touches you, and as you turn to him he kneels down in front of you.
You swallow back tears you want to cry. This Winter Soldier, fully trained to kill you with one touch only need break your heart with one glance - what is going through his mind? Is he thinking about what he has done today?
His hair is already soaking wet, so you put some shampoo in your hands and rub it in making sure you clean right through to his scalp. As your hands massage in the soap he leans forward and places his forehead against your belly and one of his hands grasps your hip. There is nothing sexual about his movements. He just needs to touch you, to be close.
His metal hand hangs by his side, the metalwork closed against the water and soap so no harm is done to the internal workings.
When you have washed his hair he tips his head back and looks up at you.
“He was unarmed,” he says again and this time the anguish is so real in his eyes.
You swallow. “I know,” you lean forward and kiss his forehead running your hand through his hair. “I know.”
He stays looking at you for a moment, and then stands up and you run your hand down his cheek.
“I will get you clean. I promise.” It is all you can offer him.
You clean his face, his ears, his neck, his throat and then his back and chest. You clean his right arm and then use a special cloth to wipe down his left one, making sure you clean both hands, running the soap over his palm and each finger individually. Then you use the sponge over his buttocks, in between his legs, his balls, his semi-erect penis, then down his thighs, his calves down to his feet. You clean his toes and even the soles of his feet.
Every part of him is clean and afterwards you wipe him down with a towel and he surprises you and reaches for the towel and wipes you down. Not perfect but it will do.
“Clean,” he mumbles and you repeat the word creating a deja vu moment.
*
He watches as she switches the water off. He feels cleaner but he still needs to escape, needs to escape into her, become part of her, drown in her innocence.
When she suggests he get into bed he will not let go of her hand.
“Stay with me,” is all he needs to say.
“Of course I will.”
He watches as she peels off her wet underwear and slips her nightie over her head.
She then switches off the main light; the only light now in the room is what comes in under the door from the corridor.
As soon as she gets into bed he reaches for her and pulls her to him and he looks at her face, looks into her eyes then at her mouth. She leans forward to kiss him, but it is a chaste kiss. She can sense something about him, something different.
He gently pushes her down on to her back and slides his legs between hers. She closes her eyes for a moment but then opens them when he slides his arm under her. He then moves them both so they are on their sides facing each other.
He needs to be part of her, to be with her. He feels his cock nestle against the soft flesh of her belly and he holds her even closer.
She puts her arms around him and strokes his damp hair as he clutches her to him.
“Don't leave me,” he murmurs and she promises him she won't.
He pulls away so he can look at her. His eyes are red-rimmed and he can see her concern for him.
Then realising she is leaning on the hard metal of his left arm he reaches over and pulls a pillow between them so that he can hold her in his arms and she can rest on the softness of the feathers instead of the cold metal.
He stays curled up with her, no sex, just peace.
“Sleep now. I won't leave, you're clean now I promise,” he hears her whisper and the sickness that has been in his stomach for the past few hours dissolves. He doesn't feel alone any more.
During the night he wakes - a bad dream he cannot even remember but she is still there.
She tells him everything is all right. She gently runs her hand over his cock until she can feel he is ready and he moves to be inside her. She moves slowly so his cock slides and he can feel her softness. He looks into her eyes, doesn't look away and as he comes quietly emptying himself into her, he watches her as she watches him. Then afterwards he stays close to her, doesn't want to let go yet and they both fall asleep.
(Authors Note: for image please see ;http://i.imgur.com/0KqLvtj.jpg )
They come for him in the morning. It was a strange night. He needed you so much. You did not ask questions because you know he could not have answered them, and you know the wipe they do before putting him in cryo will dissolve the last memories of his first mission.
You follow him to the Main Room and help as they seat him in the chair. He is dressed just in shorts and trousers. They will wipe him and then move him to the cryo chamber. In an hours’ time you will join him in a frozen sleep.
You can see his rapid breathing as the machines start to make their beeping sounds; he knows what is coming. Before the arm clamps come down and the chair can swing around he sits forward he glances at Jakobs, and you see Jakobs move forward. They talk quietly.
*
“Please take her out of here. Don't make her watch this,” the Winter Soldier says. He knows the pain it causes her to watch him writhe in agony as the lasers eat through his memories, destroys what they don't want him to keep.
She was there for him last night; he can be there for her this morning.
Jakobs nods. The clamps come down and the chair begins to move. He is leant back now and he can hear her refusing to leave, but Jakobs is insistent and he watches as she takes one last look at him and he tries to convey this is what he wants.
The door closes.
The chair finishes its rotation and they place his mouth guard in. His body tenses, his heart begins to hammer, both hands clench the seat rests and then the face-guards come down and he knows he cannot escape.
The pain shoots through his brain sending everything in his body messages of flight. His body comes up from the chair in shock and the first scream leaves his throat as his brain is assaulted by a million needles slicing through him. He screams again as pain no one should ever have to live with is deliberately forced into and through his mind.
And thus the shredding begins.
*
Outside in the corridor, you weep, clinging to Doctor Jakobs jacket as you both hear the Winter Soldier’s screams echo through the corridors. Jakobs holds you tight and tears prick his eyes as, once again, they tear the young man apart.
*
The Second Mission
The flight is a long one. He sleeps uneasily on the plane but it does not cause a problem when they arrive. His programming will make sure of that.
His mind is clear, his mind is focused. He is not thinking about how long it took to get here or even where here is. Nothing like that enters his conscious thoughts. He knows why he is here, and that is all that matters.
Then he is by himself, up high; he can feel the wind whipping through the trees but his view point is stable, safe. He leans for a moment against the wall and assembles his rifle. He looks along the sight, no obstructions; he can see the doorway.
He knows who he is to look for, and exactly what he is to do.
He is alone, although he travelled here with three other people. They are waiting for the mission to be completed and he knows where he is to meet them. They will provide interference if it is needed for him to get away.
It is nearly time.
Down on the street below, the target steps out onto the pavement.
The Winter Soldier lines up his sight, his heart calm, his mind clear. This is his mission, this is the man he is to kill.
The man is just deciding which way to turn when the bullet enters his right temple and takes his life. The taking of this life will scar the country deeply and send it into chaos for the next ten years.
But none of this concerns the Winter Soldier. He unscrews the rifle and puts it back into its case. Then he moves to climb down to the street below. He heard the screaming seconds after he had taken the shot. The sounds now coming from below do not concern him; his mind is clear, he knows how to escape and luck is on his side. The crowd below seem to think an innocent bystander on the street is the one who committed the murder and have gone wild.
The second mission has been a success. No one saw who took the shot, they did not even realise at first that it had been taken from a distance. It is the second in a range of murders that will take place over the next fifty to sixty years.
No one knows who the assassin is, but there will be talk of a Russian. The bullet is identified as USSR made but with no rifling marks. Shadows of a gunman with a metal arm emblazoned with a red star are reported but always with a masked face: no one can see any identifying features.
Over time he becomes a ghost.
*
The last two days have been a nightmare of waiting for you. They have sent the Winter Soldier out on his second mission and you are on tenterhooks for him to come back. His first mission was done in one day. This one has taken triple that.
The team is already two hours late. Nothing to worry about, adverse weather conditions with their flight - but you do not know that.
Everything is quiet, everyone seems to be waiting. Word has come through that the mission has taken place and was a success. You will not believe that until he is back and you can see him with your own eyes.
You were waiting up top but then you saw Lehmann and knew if he saw you he would dismiss you so you left of your own accord. You two have barely spoken since the last mission. Instead you are down in your room, but you left Stefan watching. He phoned you the moment they were back safely. The Winter Soldier was led away for mission report.
How will he be when he comes back? Will it have affected him like last time?
It is another four hours before you see him, and when he comes back you don't know what to do. His eyes are blank.
In the end you come forward and help him remove his jacket; the buckles are fiddly, and you hate removing this garment as it gets caught on the metal plates of his arm. But when you finally have him down to black tee shirt and trousers you ask him if he would like to eat; when he nods you order something to arrive in half an hour.
“Do you want to take a shower first?” you ask thinking of last time.
So far he has said hardly anything and you can't get a feeling on how he is. What you are to do?
He looks at you for a moment then sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face with his hands. For a moment he does not move and then he puts his boots back on. Without a word he leaves and you are left wondering what the hell you did wrong.
What do you do now?
You phone Stefan and ask him if there is any way he could find out for you where the Winter Soldier has gone. He phones back ten minutes later the Winter Soldier is pounding around the running track. Everyone is giving him space; he looks like he doesn't want to be interrupted.
What do you do? You are never going to know how his mind works from one minute to the next.
The food arrives. You make an effort to eat yours and leave his covered and on the side. But it is hours before he comes back, and by this time you have given up and gone to bed. When you hear him come in you do not know whether or not to get up and see him.
You do.
“I can see if they can reheat something for you,” you say indicating the food.
“I've eaten,” he says, and he has. To their surprise and consternation he joined some of the guards in the canteen. He said nothing to them when he sat down, just listened to their talking.
“Okay,” you say at a loss with what to say, how to react.
He starts to pull his tee shirt over his head and goes towards the bathroom. When he gets there he goes in and closes the door firmly behind him, cutting off any further conversation.
You give up and go back to bed, leaving the light on next to his bed. You cannot help but feel angry with the pent up frustration of the last few days. You are only human. You decide if that is the way he wants to play it then why should you care? You know you are being childish.
You pull the sheets over your shoulder, huddle down and go to sleep.
You wake. You need to pee and so you get up to use the bathroom looking at the clock. It is late but the Winter Soldier’s bed has not been slept in and you realise you can still hear the water running in the bathroom.
Your stomach turns.
There is no lock on the bathroom door and you open it hesitantly. The shower is still on and you can see him sat under the water, his back against the wall.
You walk over and crouch down. The water is freezing and you cannot help but shiver. He looks at you. His eyes are black holes.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asks, his voice menacing, a look of absolute hatred in his eyes and you feel shocked.
You think about leaving, saying nothing, just walking out of there but you can't leave him.
“You must be cold,” you say, you hate the quiver in your voice.
He laughs but it is not pleasant and then he stands up, a bit unsteady but he reaches over and puts the taps off. “And I suppose you're offering to warm me up?”
You stand next to him and take a step back as he reaches for a towel. He dries himself off and then looks at you.
“You still here?”
“I don't have a lot of places I can go,” you say back.
*
And her response makes him feel even angrier. She is judging him.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean anyway? Look at her standing there, not a problem in the world. After all what is she here for? To fuck, see to his every need, what problems can she possibly have?
And with that he feels the anger growing inside him, feels it all channelled towards her, towards her innocence, towards her goodness, and without thinking he lashes out. She falls back onto the floor and he doesn't give her a chance to move before he takes her arm hauling her up and out into the bedroom where he throws her onto the bed.
“Warm me up then,” he snarls and she moves back away from him, a small trickle of blood running from her mouth and a look of fear in her eyes. She puts her hand out as if that is going to stop him.
“What are you going to do? Make the nightmares go away?” he says and suddenly -
*
You realise he doesn't know what he is saying. His words do not match his actions.
“Are you going to stop them wiping my mind tomorrow? Stop them from filling it with millions of sharp blades all cutting into it at once, stop them from...” And he stops when he finally hears his own words.
You come forward at the look in his eyes. He is looking inward, the hatred in his eyes changing to - to you don't know what but you realise that the hatred wasn't directed at you, it was directed at himself.
You move forward and touch his arm. He is at on the edge of the bed and he shrugs you off.
“Don't touch me.” His voice is tired.
You get nearer, kneeling now, and you touch his face. He tries to pull away but you won't let him. He starts to fight you; he is so much stronger than you but you keep coming back each time he pushes you away until he hits you with such force it dislodges you and you fall awkwardly onto the floor at his feet.
You feel stunned but he is watching you, his eyes wide, and you move forward up on your knees and put your hand on his shoulder and look into his eyes, your other hand strokes down his cheek.
“Let me in,” you say
“No!” His voice is so loud that it hurts your ears and he pushes you away again but he doesn't move. He is still looking at you, and in his eyes is desperation.
You move up to him again and put your hands on his shoulders.
“I hate you,” he says, spit hitting your face, but he doesn't push you away.
“I know you do,” you say.
“Leave me alone, don't touch me,” but he still doesn't stop you and you move closer, your hands warming his skin.
“I know,” you say.
“I'll kill you.”
“I know,” and you are crying now because that is what he is doing. He is crying too, loud sobs coming from deep within.
You kiss his face, his mouth, his eyes and his hands have encircled your waist.
“Don't,” he is saying but you take no notice. You kiss him gently.
“I love you,” you say softly.
“I hate you,” he replies, sobbing.
“I know.”
And then he is hauling you back up on to the bed, not giving you time to breathe. His body covers yours and he kisses your mouth as if he is drowning. His hands run over your body but not gently; he is harsh, he bites into your neck, but you don't utter a word. Instead you kiss his mouth and bite his lip, your nails scratch deep into his back and he groans. You can feel his erection hard pushing into your stomach and your hand takes hold of it and you run yours nails along it and he gasps.
He moves to look at you and you go to touch his face but he catches your hand and slams it back down, then he twists your hair so he can pull your head back. You start to fight him, not to stop him but to hurt him because he needs you to, for some reason this man wants you to hurt him, you can see it in his eyes.
“I hate you,” he says again as if trying to convince himself, and this time you don't agree with him.
“No you don't,” you say quietly and he stops dead, staring at you.
“You hate yourself,” you say.
And with that it is like you have woken something up; something dangerous. He roars something, you don't know what, but he grabs at you, starts to force your legs apart, his hands hurt you, and you feel him force his way into you with no delicacy, no thought for you. He is unrelenting and he fucks you as hard as he can, he bites you, his metal hand scratches at your back as he pulls your body up to him, it is as if he is trying to clamber inside you.
And through it all, you try to keep up with him, try not to cry out when he hurts you so badly you think he may have broken something. And when he comes he has you in such a bearlike embrace you can't breathe; he is grunting, sweat flying off his body, his hair is soaking wet, you can smell his animal smell and his fingers are clasping your skin as if to tear it from your body.
And as he releases his pent up pain you hear him, you hear an utter desperation in his voice.
“Help me, oh God help me! Please!”
(Authors note: For image see http://i.imgur.com/FTk8FgU.jpg )
You were allowed to watch as the Winter Soldier was wiped. He didn't ask you to leave this time; he needed you there, as close as you could be.
He is now asleep until they call upon him for his next mission, and you are in Director Lehmann's office and it is you that have asked for the meeting. Once more you ask yourself, are you betraying him? Are you betraying the man you love, or are you helping him?
You can see Lehmann is intrigued. He knows he is the last person you would seek help from but you do not know what else to do.
The Winter Soldier cannot go on the way things are going.
After the first two missions, which were successful, he fell apart. He remembers the targets, he remembers they were unarmed, he remembers that he murdered them. Oh, you know when they wipe him he will forget, that the details will be dragged from his brain but until then twenty-four hours can seem to be a long time when you think you are drowning.
You explain what has happened the last two times he has come back after mission report, and immediately you can see Lehmann understands the problem. He does not want the Winter Soldier to feel regret, anguish, remorse. Does not want him to identify in anyway with those murdered people. Over time this could cause serious consequences.
“I know I don't understand the programming you use but is there not something you can put in to stop these...” you look for the right words.
He says them for you. “Compassionate feelings?”
You nod. “Yes.”
And so you have told him, you have betrayed the man you love, you are causing more pain for him but what else can you do? To see him both times fall apart was terrible; you were there when he woke from the nightmares shaking, sweating, when he kept telling you they had no chance against him. When he asked you why Hydra needed these men dead.
Lehmann sits there gazing at you for what seems like an eternity, and you wish you knew what he was thinking.
Eventually he nods and stands up.
“There is something we can do. Leave it with me,” he says and you can see the interview is finished.
You stand up to leave.
Ever courteous he holds the door open for you and as you pass through he cannot help one last jab. “Thank you for coming to me with this problem, Miss Bowman. I can see you understand the importance of the work Hydra is committed to. I won't forget.”
But you cannot help being the person you are. You should have said nothing. “I didn't do it for you, or for Hydra, I did it for James Barnes,” you say.
He shakes his head slowly, and that smile plays around his lips.
“Oh my dear girl, when will you realise they are one and the same thing?” and with that he closes the door behind you, leaving you standing there totally alone.

Authors Note: For newspaper images please use: http://i.imgur.com/0KqLvtj.jpg
and http://i.imgur.com/dqOTE8a.jpg
For further details on these assassinations and how they affected the world please see:
First: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_Masaryk
Second: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorge_Eli%C3%A9cer_Gait%C3%A1n
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