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missmara13So, 2 years ago, I skipped 24 Gifts, except for a single gift on December 23rd. That gift, titled 'Remind Me', was a The OC/Marvel Cinematic Universe crossover, were Bucky Barnes (AKA the Winter Soldier) was on the run after the events of 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier', and he met Ryan, who Hydra was after. This is a continuation of that fic.
It features google translate Russian, so probably WAY off, but... yeah.
Weeks later, after a mission at an abandoned Hydra base took a very bad turn, The Soldier came up with a plan to keep Ryan safe. The base had been an information hub, and while Ryan had been able to get into their security systems enough to know the computers had only been erased , not physically destroyed, he couldn't access the computers themselves. So, Ryan had gone with The Soldier to the base, and had broken into the computers and rebuilt the data there, with the security cameras on a loop.
The entire time the Soldier had stood watch, wary of a threat that never came, but as Ryan finished up and prepared to crash the computer system for good, keep Hydra from ever using them again, he heard the telltale click of someone taking the safety of their gun. He moved on instinct, turning and shoving Ryan to the ground, the Soldier's body shielding him as the door exploded inwards and someone, multiple someones, starting shooting.
"Stay down," the Soldier said sharply before pulling his own gun and standing, shooting as soon as he had a clear shot. He got most of them in the first few seconds, but there were two left, taking shelter just past the doorway.
"Zimniy Soldat, eto bylo v to vremya," one of the men called with a familiar voice. "No ty ne dolzhen byt' strel'by drugoy?"
The Soldier hesitated, anger coursing through him. "Nyet , ya tol'ko strelyat' vragov," he replied.
"On vrag."
The Soldier faltered slightly. The other man had said it in the same tone that his handlers had used before sending him after targets, and he found himself struggling not to follow the unspoken order, reminding himself over and over that Ryan was his friend, not his enemy or target. He looked down at Ryan, frowning as the boy looked up at him in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.
The Soldier tightened his grip on the gun, moving it to point towards Ryan, who's eyes went wide as he shook his head slightly.
"Khoroshiy soldat. Strelyat'," the man said.
"Don't... please..." Ryan whispered. "Bucky..."
The Soldier froze at the plea, then quickly whipped the gun up, shooting the two men who had confidently stepped out into the open once they thought they had him back under their control. Once they were down, the Soldier looked down at Ryan again. "You almost done?" he asked tightly, hoping he didn't sound as horrified, as terrified, as he felt.
Ryan nodded and pushed himself up off the floor and back to the console he'd been working on. "Almost," he said shakily.
~~~
Later, when they had returned to the abandoned warehouse they were currently hiding in, The Soldier watched Ryan as the teenager moved stiffly around, wincing every so often. "You're hurt?"
"I'm fine," Ryan replied.
"I'm sorry."
"For saving my life?"
"For pointing the gun at you. I was... for a moment..."
"You slipped, it happens," Ryan said. "But you didn't shoot me."
"You called me Bucky."
"I figured worse that would happen is you'd shoot me," Ryan said. "But I hoped it would snap you out of it."
"Good thinking," The Soldier said. "But you're distracting me. You're hurt."
"I'm fine."
"Were you shot?" The Soldier pressed, moving forward and reaching to grab Ryan's shirt, only to have Ryan jump backwards, grimacing as he did. "I won't hurt you," he whispered.
"It's not... I don't..." Ryan stuttered then stopped and sighed. "Don't freak out," he order before grabbing the bottom of his baggy long sleeved shirt and pulling it off with another grimace. His stomach had a dark, almost black, hand shaped bruise on it, surrounded by lighter bruising, from when The Soldier had shoved him to the ground.
The Soldier grimaced himself when he saw the bruises, and slowly moved forward. "I have to... you could be hurt. Inside..."
"I don't think so," Ryan said. "I've had worse bruises."
"Worse than this?"
"My father once picked me up by the throat and threw me across a room. I was four. He kicked me in the stomach when I was six because the only food we had was spoiled and after he made me eat it, I threw up on the kitchen floor," Ryan said. "I didn't go to the hospital either time, and I was nothing but a mass of bruises. Trust me, getting shoved to the ground to keep me from getting shot is nothing. I'll be fine."
The Soldier still, gently, pushed Ryan to sit in a chair and careful ran his fingers over the bruises, trying to ignore Ryan's sharp intakes of breath when he applied slight pressure. After a moment, he stopped, looking up at his friend and nodding. "If it starts hurting worse, or if the pain gets sharp, tell me," he said.
Ryan nodded. "I will," he said.
"Is your father still alive?"
"Last I heard," Ryan said. "He... he works for Hydra. It's how they knew about me."
"If I find him, do you want me to kill him?" The Soldier asked.
Ryan hesitated, looking down at his hands. "Yeah," he finally said. "Yeah, I do. I hate him. He's the one told them to kill Trey, he ordered my brother killed because he knew Trey would never let him make me an asset. He took away the only person that actually cared about me," he continued, bowing his head as tears started down his face.
The Soldier reached out, gently cupping the back of Ryan's head and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "Not the only one anymore," he whispered. "I promise, I won't let anyone hurt you. I... That's my mission. Protect you. I'll... I'll teach you the Russian so you can give me the order, remind me of it if I slip. That's why the man in the bunker was able to get to me, the Russian, so I'll teach you some, enough that you can get through to me, give me the order to protect you."
"Okay," Ryan whispered.
The End
I used google translate for the Russian, so of course it's badly translated. Here's what it's suppose to be. I delibrately didn't translate it because even though the fic is from Bucky's POV, I was going for the effect it would have on Ryan, to not know what was being said, to not realize what was about to happen, the surprise and fear when his friend, the only person he trusted, turned on him.
1. "Winter Soldier, it's been a while." and "But shouldn't you be shooting the other one?"
2. "No, I only shoot the enemy."
3. "He is the enemy."
4. "Good Soldier. Shoot."
It features google translate Russian, so probably WAY off, but... yeah.
Weeks later, after a mission at an abandoned Hydra base took a very bad turn, The Soldier came up with a plan to keep Ryan safe. The base had been an information hub, and while Ryan had been able to get into their security systems enough to know the computers had only been erased , not physically destroyed, he couldn't access the computers themselves. So, Ryan had gone with The Soldier to the base, and had broken into the computers and rebuilt the data there, with the security cameras on a loop.
The entire time the Soldier had stood watch, wary of a threat that never came, but as Ryan finished up and prepared to crash the computer system for good, keep Hydra from ever using them again, he heard the telltale click of someone taking the safety of their gun. He moved on instinct, turning and shoving Ryan to the ground, the Soldier's body shielding him as the door exploded inwards and someone, multiple someones, starting shooting.
"Stay down," the Soldier said sharply before pulling his own gun and standing, shooting as soon as he had a clear shot. He got most of them in the first few seconds, but there were two left, taking shelter just past the doorway.
"Zimniy Soldat, eto bylo v to vremya," one of the men called with a familiar voice. "No ty ne dolzhen byt' strel'by drugoy?"
The Soldier hesitated, anger coursing through him. "Nyet , ya tol'ko strelyat' vragov," he replied.
"On vrag."
The Soldier faltered slightly. The other man had said it in the same tone that his handlers had used before sending him after targets, and he found himself struggling not to follow the unspoken order, reminding himself over and over that Ryan was his friend, not his enemy or target. He looked down at Ryan, frowning as the boy looked up at him in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Ryan asked.
The Soldier tightened his grip on the gun, moving it to point towards Ryan, who's eyes went wide as he shook his head slightly.
"Khoroshiy soldat. Strelyat'," the man said.
"Don't... please..." Ryan whispered. "Bucky..."
The Soldier froze at the plea, then quickly whipped the gun up, shooting the two men who had confidently stepped out into the open once they thought they had him back under their control. Once they were down, the Soldier looked down at Ryan again. "You almost done?" he asked tightly, hoping he didn't sound as horrified, as terrified, as he felt.
Ryan nodded and pushed himself up off the floor and back to the console he'd been working on. "Almost," he said shakily.
~~~
Later, when they had returned to the abandoned warehouse they were currently hiding in, The Soldier watched Ryan as the teenager moved stiffly around, wincing every so often. "You're hurt?"
"I'm fine," Ryan replied.
"I'm sorry."
"For saving my life?"
"For pointing the gun at you. I was... for a moment..."
"You slipped, it happens," Ryan said. "But you didn't shoot me."
"You called me Bucky."
"I figured worse that would happen is you'd shoot me," Ryan said. "But I hoped it would snap you out of it."
"Good thinking," The Soldier said. "But you're distracting me. You're hurt."
"I'm fine."
"Were you shot?" The Soldier pressed, moving forward and reaching to grab Ryan's shirt, only to have Ryan jump backwards, grimacing as he did. "I won't hurt you," he whispered.
"It's not... I don't..." Ryan stuttered then stopped and sighed. "Don't freak out," he order before grabbing the bottom of his baggy long sleeved shirt and pulling it off with another grimace. His stomach had a dark, almost black, hand shaped bruise on it, surrounded by lighter bruising, from when The Soldier had shoved him to the ground.
The Soldier grimaced himself when he saw the bruises, and slowly moved forward. "I have to... you could be hurt. Inside..."
"I don't think so," Ryan said. "I've had worse bruises."
"Worse than this?"
"My father once picked me up by the throat and threw me across a room. I was four. He kicked me in the stomach when I was six because the only food we had was spoiled and after he made me eat it, I threw up on the kitchen floor," Ryan said. "I didn't go to the hospital either time, and I was nothing but a mass of bruises. Trust me, getting shoved to the ground to keep me from getting shot is nothing. I'll be fine."
The Soldier still, gently, pushed Ryan to sit in a chair and careful ran his fingers over the bruises, trying to ignore Ryan's sharp intakes of breath when he applied slight pressure. After a moment, he stopped, looking up at his friend and nodding. "If it starts hurting worse, or if the pain gets sharp, tell me," he said.
Ryan nodded. "I will," he said.
"Is your father still alive?"
"Last I heard," Ryan said. "He... he works for Hydra. It's how they knew about me."
"If I find him, do you want me to kill him?" The Soldier asked.
Ryan hesitated, looking down at his hands. "Yeah," he finally said. "Yeah, I do. I hate him. He's the one told them to kill Trey, he ordered my brother killed because he knew Trey would never let him make me an asset. He took away the only person that actually cared about me," he continued, bowing his head as tears started down his face.
The Soldier reached out, gently cupping the back of Ryan's head and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "Not the only one anymore," he whispered. "I promise, I won't let anyone hurt you. I... That's my mission. Protect you. I'll... I'll teach you the Russian so you can give me the order, remind me of it if I slip. That's why the man in the bunker was able to get to me, the Russian, so I'll teach you some, enough that you can get through to me, give me the order to protect you."
"Okay," Ryan whispered.
The End
I used google translate for the Russian, so of course it's badly translated. Here's what it's suppose to be. I delibrately didn't translate it because even though the fic is from Bucky's POV, I was going for the effect it would have on Ryan, to not know what was being said, to not realize what was about to happen, the surprise and fear when his friend, the only person he trusted, turned on him.
1. "Winter Soldier, it's been a while." and "But shouldn't you be shooting the other one?"
2. "No, I only shoot the enemy."
3. "He is the enemy."
4. "Good Soldier. Shoot."
