lyssa-rina

[lyssa-rina]

Project Xerox.

Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Synopsis: Hydra has managed to clone the winter soldier, you, a handler, managed to escape with your ward after their downfall. Now after the scattering and reassembling of the avengers; trying to put themselves back together they uncover a lost secret.

A/N: sneak peak!

The last time you heard of the Avengers they were fighting in an airport in germany. You were fueling up at a gas station, news broadcasting on the convenience store tv, airport security footage. It had been two years since hydra's downfall and you were still moving, trying to keep them off your trail by never staying in one place too long. They might have fallen but a hydra always rises from the ashes they said. A few patrons stopped to watch both in shock and feigned disinterest. Blows traded by both sides, back and forth, explosions and giant man. The news anchor spoke over looped clips of fighting. Natsha was there, you hadn't spoken to her since she escaped the red room. Her and the captain are the reason you were able to escape hydra all those years ago.

He was there too, the soldier, the asset, the blueprint. His face became a constant in your life after you were traded to hydra. Blue eyes that followed your every move, now watching you with curiosity.

"What's wrong?" You sat on the boardwalk, side by side with your ward, fishing poles waiting for the dark water to cough up a few more fish. A cold wind rustled the trees as a chill ran up your spine, that was all that you could hear besides the lapping of lake water.

"I think it's time for us to head back to the house." You received an annoyed whine in return.

"But- I haven't caught anything yet!"

"I know, but we've been out here all evening, I want you to get some studying in before dinner time" those eyes, staring back at you in disbelief.

"What?! Why?" Despite his protest, he knows to follow orders. That training has been ingrained into his mind since birth.

Reeling in his line with a pout. "Why do I have to study if I already know everything?"

You hum in answer as you smile at the kid. He looks so adorable with his oversized jacket and unruly hair.

"Do you think fish have dreams isaac?"

Those eyes again, swirling with so much curiosity, intrigue and as much scepticism as any eight year old could muster. How was he supposed to know that?

"See? You don't know everything." The walk back to the house was spent with Isaac trying to prove that he did in fact know everything. He did; growing up under hydra's thumb ment he had to know everything, be anything. To survive you had to be the best of the best and he was. As you hiked back home you couldn't shake that feeling you had by the lake.

Even after you prepared dinner, that feeling of unease was there.

"Issac?" He was at the coffee table. Rereading an advanced algebra book for the fifth time.

“Yes, mum?”

“Go tell your brother dinner’s ready.”

[lyssa-rina]