#Red Soldier

[agent-44mc]

a mission of liberation. 1995. part one

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Red Guardian

Warnings: none, so far.

Summary: Four years after meeting the Winter Soldier, Alexi Shostakov finds himself face to face with the man he once knew. SHIELD assigns him the mission to find and liberate him.

Word Count: 1k

notes: I don’t know where exactly this is going, I usually don’t do this, but I’m so excited about this ship I had to do something. I'm shrugging right now but in a way that i definitely know instead of what the shrug implies. tee hee. because it's so clear they should fuck so it will happen, trust. also this is unedited. i don't have time for that.

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Alexi had a good life, doing what he loved. A nice house, a dog, a job that he loved more than anything in the world, students that maybe hated him, even a potential girlfriend. Everyone knew him to be a kind spirit, maybe annoying at times with his loud personality, but after he walks through the doors of his beautiful house, feeds his dog, eats his homemade all american meal, and lays down to sleep in his goose feather bed, he thinks of someone he misses so dearly. 

Someone he knew as his best friend. 

And it didn’t feel good to think about him , like Alexi would die for it to be. His chest eroded anytime his existence was uttered by his subconscious while his mind was at rest. His “good life” kept the thoughts of him at bay, but every night, the guilt only made it worse. 

A smile shouldn’t haunt a man. Often, when the Red Guardian thought of the brutal brainwashing his lost friend had been subjected to, he couldn't help but think of his smile when he resisted it. 

The worst part, somehow, was that he didn’t even know his name. Neither of them did- but at least “The Coney Island Hero” wasn’t subjected to remembering that someone had given him that nickname. Alexi was left to suffer that. 

But there are many distractions from this- one being that he now leads a double life, working for SHIELD, doing hero-work, an umbrella term to describe anything from shutting down Nuclear Cold-War weapons and saving people from burning buildings- sometimes even cats. The bastardly things. 

Until one day, on a mission, he saw someone he’d been dreaming about. 

Alexi never went a day without seeing the shadow of The Coney Island Hero, which is why he almost brushed it aside, but then, he slapped him right in the face- which proved nothing. He was seeing The Winter Soldier now. The Shadow of The Coney Island Hero laid in him, even if he might not remember it. 

There’s one who does though, and Alexi knew that this time, he wasn’t going to lose him. He was going to liberate him, in a true American fashion.

 Brainwashing goes both ways. Alexi was going to brainwash the winter soldier back to the man he knew. The man that deserved to live a life free. 

And for reasons unknown to him, there was something deeper stirring under the surface of this fundamental belief. Something… personal. 

MISSION REPORT. 1995. 

“Get that crying baby out of here, I’m trying to talk to the woman,” Alexi ordered, slamming a fist on Peggy’s  desk with a scowl. “This is important, little girl!”

The baby mirrored his scowl. “I’m thwee,” she said, sticking out her tongue and holding her Dad’s hand a little tighter.

“You are a  very cute baby, I cannot stay angry for long,” Alexi gave in, waving as she walked out, grinning ear to ear at the sight. “Goodbye baby.”

Silence wavered between them as Alexi smiled silently, staking in the sights of the stuffy brown office that overlooked the streets of New York City, various noises fading into white noise as he let himself drift away to another place. It was subconscious at this point. 

Coney Island. He’d been there several times hoping to run into its hero. 

He stayed there until a British accent woke him back up. “Alexi, you came here very passionate about something, would you like to… elaborate further on what you saw?” 

“Uh, what?” Alexi stuttered, “oh, yes. The Winter Soldier. I saw him there, Agent Carter. I knew him, yes I knew him well. He liberated me.” 

“The Winter Soldier? He’s a myth.. An urban legend. What makes you think you know him?” Peggy inquirered, grabbing her reading glasses from the desk in front of her, holding her files out far enough to see. 

Alexi laughed. “You cannot fool me, Agent Carter. I know you know what you say isn’t true. You may be the supreme leader of SHIELD, but I was a supreme leader of the Red Room. I knew of the Winter Soldier. But then, I knew him. He didn’t know himself though.”

She looked at him through her glasses. “Alright, fine. He does exist. But you aren’t supposed to know that. It’s what we’d all like to keep a secret.” Peggy became somber, setting down her files. “What do you mean he didn’t know himself?” 

“I mean,” Alexi began. “We bonded. He got us French fries, we had jokes, and I tried to help him remember what his name was. The best he could do was Coney Island. That means he was the hero, no?” 

“The hero? I doubt he was ever a hero. I don’t know who-“

“But he doesn’t remember. He used to be someone! Someone who is no one wouldn’t remember Coney Island,” Alexi said in confidence, his eyes traveling to outside the window once more. “Even if he wasn’t, he deserves to live free.”

“You’re saying that the Winter Soldier was brainwashed?” Peggy asked, practically in disbelief as her soldiers squared, only slightly looking down at her feet when Alexi earnestly nodded his head. 

She got up and walked around the room, seemingly deep in thought about something, in such a manor that made him twist his fingers anxiously in wait for whatever she was going to say next. Perhaps “you’re crazy, we’re taking your job and your money.”  or worse, “there’s nothing we can do.”.

 Finally, she said, “Alexi, I’m giving  you a mission.”

Alexi shot up like lighting to his feet, turning around the face Peggy, who had her hands neatly clasped behind her back, a serious look of final determination on her aged face. 

“Yes ma’am?” Alexi asked, his heart practically breaking through his ribs. 

“Find and free The Winter Soldier.” 

[chemicallygoth]

So awhile back, I had a dream that Soldier was a father, & I finally got around to sketching some ideas for that

[daily-tf2-engineer]

272

[zunshiner]

"Technique!" THEY'RE SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL

THAT SMILE!!!

[ch0ccy2]

"HAHAHAHA Dominated, hippie!!"

[theworkshopmann]

The Opposition's Outcry Mk.II

For the past five years, Team Fortress 2 has become nearly unplayable. The game’s official servers have been overrun by hordes of cheating aimbots while Valve has remained steadfast in their refusal to adequately tackle the problem. This lack of developer interference has thrown the game into a state of turmoil with seemingly no end in sight….

Type: Cosmetic/misc

Class: ALL

Paintable: No

Accepted in game: No

This cosmetic was made by Steam users Mr. Light, Glitch and Overpovered. Posted on June 3rd 2024, you can vote for this here!

[emesisresources]

— THE GAUNTS

[pinkudann]

Soldier vs the world? Akjdksdvs

[gruvu]

That one sfm with soldier rotates in my brain sometimes. Wanted to redraw a screenshot from that.

[cartoonguy08]

“What’s Acme?”

[the-teufort-nine]

can you do an x reader with any of the mercs where they find out they’ve been calling reader the wrong name/ pronouncing it wrong for a year and reader just never bothered to correct them?

i fear i am in this situation right now… but ive corrected them multiple times so ive given up 😭

big oof anon. people usually pronounce my name wrong when they read/hear it for the first time, so i feel ur pain

Mercs x GN!Reader | Wait, that's how you say it?!

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Silly/Fluff | SFW | Cw: none! ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring:

Soldier, Scout

Scenario: You have been working for the RED team for just over a year now. On one of your trips into town with your partner, an old friend recognizes you and calls out your name. It is at this moment that your partner realizes that they've been saying your name wrong!

💥🦅Soldier🦅💥

"Oh my stars- Y/N!"

You paused mid stride, eyes widening as the voice of your childhood best friend reached your ears. You turned around, pulling away from Soldier's side, who in turn lifted up his helmet to see who exactly had pulled his sweetheart's attention away from him.

"Charline! Oh my God, it's been so long!" You grinned, pulling the plump southerner into a tight hug. She squeezed you back just as hard, before pulling back to smile widely at you.

"What are you doin' way out here, sugarplum? Weren't you holed up in Oregon?" she asked, taking a moment to dust off your uniform, "Oh, and just look at you! Did you join the military?"

"Uh, something like that." You said, scratching at the back of your neck. The sound of approaching footsteps made you turn your head, and you smiled sweetly when you saw your boyfriend marching up to the two of you, looking like a dusty little puppy trailing behind its owner.

"Charl', this is my boyfriend, Soldier." You pulled Soldier over by the arm, and he gave her a wave.

"Hello Y/N's friend!"

Charline blinked, before a short giggle passed her lips.

"Hun, are you trying to say Y/N?"

Soldier was quiet for a moment, something that sent a ripple of unease through you. A quiet Soldier often meant trouble.

"Wait, that's how you say it?!" he suddenly yelled, slapping a hand onto his helmet, "Darling, why did you allowed me to butcher your name for so long?!"

You laughed as you caught sight of the wide eyed, almost hurt look on his face.

"I thought it was cute, Solly." You reassured, "You weren't too far off, and I just... never got around to correcting you, I guess."

Soldier pulled his helmet down by its chinstrap, face flushed as he muttered something about disrespecting you and America. You simply chuckled and drew him into a side hug, mentally promising to reassure him later.

⚾👟Scout���⚾

"EYO! Y/N, IS THAT YOU?"

Scout's long winded conversation about baseball statistics was suddenly interrupted when someone called out your name. You turned around, laughing joyfully when you spotted Mike, an old school friend of yours. The two of you had been inseparable until you graduated, and you could pick out his voice anywhere.

"Mike! Holy shit man, it's been a minute!" You beamed, strolling up to him and grasping his outstretched hand. You squeezed it, baring your teeth playfully when he matched your grip, "Where the hell have you been hiding?"

"Me? Look who's talking! You're the one out in bumfuck nowhere New Mexico." Mike smirked, head tilting as he looked at something behind you, "Who's this?"

You glanced over your shoulder, only to see Scout hot on your heels, the batter pressing himself in close to your side once he finally caught up, always needing to be near you when he could.

"Oh, Mike, this is my boyfriend, Scout!" You said, giving your partner a loving smile. "Scout, this is Mike. Me and him go way back."

"Hey, how ya doin' man." Mike extended his hand again, this time just giving Scout a friendly handshake, "It's so nice to see that Y/N finally found someone!"

"Haha, yeah, I'm the luckiest guy evah! I still can't believe they're mine." he laughed, a faint tinge of something that sounded like jealousy or protectiveness coating his voice.

"Wait, wait, wait," Scout said suddenly, putting his hands up in a 'pause' motion, "did you say Y/N? Holy crap- babe, have I been sayin' ya name wrong this whole time?!"

"Uhh," You blushed slightly, "just a little bit, yeah. I don't mind though, really!" You added, seeing the dawning look of horror come over his face.

"Oh, my friggin God." he moaned, pressing his face into his hands. "Kill me now. I can't evah look at you again."

Mike started to wheeze with laughter, the cackling only getting worse when you shot him a dirty look. Ignoring your friend, you gently cupped Scout's face, causing him to peek through his fingers.

"Are you sure you won't look at me again? I'd be very sad if we didn't get to kiss anymore because of that." You teased lightly, giving him your best fake puppy dog eyes. There was no need to pull out the real bad boys here.

Scout flushed red, but lowered his hands slowly. "Yeah, I guess that would be pretty tragic for ya. Just, don't tell the guys about this, please."

"Okay honey, I won't."

[sanjiscurlybrows]

IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR LONG TIME

My motivation left me but i finally found it

[puzzlesketch]

RED and BLU soldiers that were sitting on my tablet but I kept forgetting to post.

[daily-tf2-engineer]

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[alex08-yeah]

–Where is the bread?...WHERE IS THE BREAD?!🍞🍞🍞🍞

[tf2-ask]

RED Soldier do you like bread?

artist: @redriverrevine

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