#have you ever seen a woman so beautiful she left you speachless?

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"But until then, oh, you gods who power her, oh you humans who make her life hum, just let the woman sing."

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The one with the zombies - Part 2

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: Y/N and the Winter Soldier get to know each other as she gives him another chance. Zombie Apocalypse AU

A/N: I know this doesn´t have as much suspense as the first one but I wanted to tone it down and give you some information on the situation and answer a few quiestions before turning to more action again. I hope you like it anyway <3

You heard quick footsteps running past you. It was dark but you could roughly make out that the man from the house had decapitated the creature with an axe. The man returned to you, looking down at you for a moment. He must have remembered your words because he headed back to the house without you, you watched him enter the house, but he never closed the door behind himself. After a while you slowly stood up and followed him.

It wounded your pride, or whatever was left of it after the countless humiliations the past month, to enter this mans house again but it was the only shelter for miles.

When you closed the door behind you you noticed he was back in his spot, stirring the pot.

"You have every right to be upset and distrust me.", he made a heavy pause, "The least I can do is protect you, let me make it right."

After that he turned off the stove and turned around, looking at you expectantly.

You couldn't do more than nod at him slowly. Was it possible that he genuinly worried about you? Turning your head you saw the couch you slept on compared to were he had possibly rested. He had saved you just now even after you insulted him in such an inhumane way. You remembered how he had saved you at the base, how he had carried you all this way, put clothes on you and made sure you were warm and hydrated. The man you were so terrified of seemed to be caring and compassionate.

What kind of Stockholm-Syndrome situation is this?

"It's good you're awake, you should eat.", he gestured to the pot.

Without a word you took a seat in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He filled a bowl for you and a bowl for himself. He had finished his before you even took a bite out of yours. It was tomato soup, it smelled surprisingly delicious and you wondered if it was canned.

Only when you started to eat did you notice how hungry you actually were. You thanked him and he gave you a nod.

When you were finished he took the bowls and washed them. He seemed pretty neat except for his unruly hair he occasionally tried to push back behind his ears.

"You should rest", with that he left into the living room and you followed him.

You looked at his bedspread as he sat down on it facing the fireplace.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. There is a bedroom and a bathroom on your left but I figured you should stay as warm as possible considering, you know...", he trailed off, gazing into the fire.

You still marvelled at his voice, it was beautiful but definetly didn't sound like it belonged to him.

"What's your name?", you asked without really thinking about it. It took him quite a while to answer and you thought he might have not heard your question.

"It was James I believe.", he answered slowly.

"Was?", you didn´t really understand what he meant by that.

He looked at you then to the bedroom door and stood up. He disappeared into the adjacent room and returned with a file. Only when he handed you the file did you notice that his hand seemed to made of metal. You decided you could inquire about that later and opened it.

Name: Barnes, James Buchanan

Title: Sergeant

DOB: March, 10th 1917

You didn't know why he was showing you this but when you compared the photograph to him the resemblance was uncanny. Still it was impossible for him to still be alive.

"This says date of birth 1917. How would this be you?"

"I was put into cryogenic freeze for years on end.", he answered as if it would be the most ordinary thing to do.

You were speachless. Thinking back at the base it was possible they actually froze this man alive. After looking at the photo of what seemed to be the man in front of you, you dared to ask him what was on your mind not sure if you were ready for what he was about to tell you.

"What have they done to you?". Was it possible he wasn't the villain, but a victim himself?

After taking in a deep breath and reflecting for a moment, he told you that he didn't remember most of his life, but merely had his information from the file in your hands and the occassional memories that resurfaced. His story began in the 40s, when he was drafted and became a sergeant. He was captured by Hydra but was rescued shortly after. On a mission he fell from a train and lost his arm. He remembered waking up after surgery, his arm having been replaced by a metal one.

He looked at his hand for a while and fell quite. You weren't sure if he was going to go on, but after a short while he continued. He told you about Hydra, how they had manipulated, tortured and programmed him. How they reshaped whatever was left of James to be the Winter Soldier. He went on to tell you that he had to commit horrible crimes for them, brainwashed needles to say. Frozen most of the time he was only revived when he was needed for missions and wiped afterwards. He spared you the details of what "wiped" meant, but he made sure to let you know it had something to do with electrocution.

"It was you after all wasn't it? The man brought me to them?", you didn't really need his answer at this point you most certainly know.

He nodded but he couldn't seem to look into your eyes.

"Why me?". The question you had been asking yourself since the day he took you.

"You were a mission, it wasn't for me to decide. But it must have been because you were all alone.", he stated but didn't seem to notice what he was telling you until he was finished, "You were new in town, you lived alone, you were an orphan with no siblings. You were newly divorced and had no kids. You were the perfect victim, no one would be looking for you. That must have been why they chose you."

He stopped talking when he realized that it was too much and that what he had just said hit home for you. He knew everything about you.

Suddenly you had the overwhelming feeling that your life depended on what you were about to ask.

"Can I take a shower?", you asked to his confusion. You needed to wash this day off of you.

"Uhm... yes, of course.", he stammered and stood up to show you around. He waited for you to catch up to him, because he seemingly had to give you a disclaimer.

"In this cabinet there are towels, in that one is a clean toothbrush, a hairbrush, hair ties and... feminine stuff. The water doesn't get that warm but it's better than nothing. I´ll go get you clean clothes and leave you to it.", with that he went to the bedroom next door and got you another set of his clothes.

When he came back he found you staring at his razor next to the sink. And gave you a "please don't hurt yourself"-look. He handed you the clothes and you gave him a nod and what must have been the most forced tiny smile you could muster. He closed the door behind himself and you slowly took off your clothes.

You stepped into the shower and turned up the water. You noticed that there was a bottle of shampoo for men and one for women, same for shower gel. You asked yourself if he had planned all of this. But thinking back at the way the house was furnished you assumed that it wasn't his to begin with. You decided you'd look further into it when you had taken your shower and you tried to relax.

It´s weird how taking a shower and brushing your teeth can make you feel human again. You put on the oversized clothes he had given you and slowly brushed out your wet hair looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked so much different than you remembered and it dawned on you that you hadn't seen yourself in months. The woman in the mirror seemed defeated and malnourished, she didn't look like she'd ever be happy again.

Quietly you opened the door and saw the man who was supposed to be called James sitting on the floor writing into a journal. You must not have been as sneeky as you thought because it seemed like he only finished writing a sentence when he turned around to ask you if you were okay.

"Yes. Thanks for the clothes.", you timidly said.

"Don't mention it.", he replied but didn't think you had heard it or cared for his answer as you were wordlessly looking around the house for the fist time since you woke up.

The house seemed a little dusty but cosy nevertheless. There were knick-knacks and decoration. But it didn't seem like a home, more like a vacation house that was most likely arranged by a woman. There were nails on the walls were there used to be picture frames but James must have taken them down at some point. It just didn't feel like this would belong to him, he seemed too pragmatic for this type of house. Even the carpet matched the drapes. Although, you now noticed, he had nailed the windows shut with wooden bars.

"What is this place?", you asked still standing in the middle of the living room.

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