Summary: A tragic romance blossomed in the darkest corners of hydra, much like the purple saxifrage that blooms in an ice desert. Their story was destined to be forgotten as fate changed its plans for the poor couple.
Warnings: angst, hydra, insinuations of suffering torture, mentions of depression, probably a swear word, winter soldier not talking much, first person pov
Pairing: Winter soldier x reader (For now known as NYX but eventually will go to Y/N)
A/N: I was thinking of doing a mini series of this depending on how well it does but idk. I hope you like it tho
I pulled my knees up to my chest trying to get comfortable on the stiff and rock solid bed that lay beneath me. When I wasn't sent on missions for hydra I was locked up in my room forced to listen to my thoughts. I didn’t like what i was forced to do; I don’t think anyone liked what they made us do, but I much rather perform missions than lay here and dwell on my poor excuse of a life. During missions I could finally have a miniscule amount of freedom, doing things like walking in the streets, going to the market, staying in a motel maybe a hotel if I got lucky, but most importantly I could pretend I was normal. Growing up with hydra after graduating from the red room made me a perfect weapon… Placed me above the Black widow and on the same pedestal as the ‘Winter soldier’. We had yet to cross paths but we resided in the same base.
There was a knock on the door and I quickly stood erect, ready for an assignment. “From now on you will have a partner and you will carry out missions together.” The headman of this hydra base uttered.
“Follow me.” He ordered and turned on his heels as he began striding towards ‘my’ new room.
Once we arrived I waited for him to enter first but he pushed me in and shut the door. I clenched my jaw and slowly stood up. I quickly scanned the room- there was one large mattress with a few blankets near the wall, a metal desk with a small lamp and a chair, a closed door which probably lead to the bathroom, a small refrigerator, and a hunched over figure on the bed.
“You're the winter soldier” I muttered as I sat on the chair. He grunted and continued to glare at his hand.
“How long have you been here?” I asked as I observed him.
“don’t know…” He huffed as he raised his eyes to meet mine.
A broken man, that's what he was. I felt sorry for him but there wasn’t much I could do to help our current situation.
“You ever smoke?” I asked, digging into my pocket and pulled out some cigarettes and a lighter I stole from one of the guards earlier. He shook his head and I handed him one. He stared up at me confused.
I sighed “Just try it”. He took it, took a long drag, and handed it back to me so I could do the same.
“Do you know your story? Or did they you know” I pointed to my finger to my head and spun it in circles insinuating to the memory swiper they used to scramble the brains of the uncooperative assassins. He didn't respond so I assumed the latter.
“Do you want to know?” I murmured as I took a deep drag of the cigarette. He looked at me with interest.
“You know who I was?” he asked and I shook my head.
“No, but I can find out.”
I smirked at the wall “ It’s a win win situation.” He sighed and took the cigarette from me smoking it once again.
“Why do they call you Nyx?” he asked looking at me.
“You’ve heard of me? I guess i've made myself quite the reputation… The name was given to me a few years ago, I’m known for striking at night so people started calling me Nyx.” He hummed and we smoked in silence for a while before we heard a knock on the door.
“You have a mission.” Once of the henchman called out and threw us our gear through a slot in the door.
My forehead touched the window as we drove to a far away city to start our mission.
“Impressive, our target is the head researcher on hydra at shield. Guess she got too much information on them.” I commented while reading aloud the details of our mission to the soldier as he drove to the place we were staying.
“We have to be careful, she must be heavily guarded since she’s in that kind of position” I muttered to myself.
We arrived as the sun was setting and stationed ourselves at a motel near a busy market in the city. We changed into our civilian clothes and I headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” I heard Winters gruff voice mutter as my hand landed on the door knob.
“I’m going to the night market.” I replied ready to leave.
“Why? It’ll be better if we stay here”. I snorted.
“It would be better if we weren't here at all. Anyway i'm going, want anything?” he shook his head and I sighed muttering a quick ‘suit yourself’ before leaving. I smiled as the chilly october air hit my nostrils and the unfamiliar aroma of foreign foods enveloped my space.
After hours of wondering the streets and parks the city had to offer, I made my way back to the motel. After closing the door I was met with the familiar cocking of a gun.
“It’s just me, you can put the gun away. I hope you’re hungry because I brought food.” I presented the bag to him. He eyed it curiously and sat down.
“What” I snorted “Everytime I offer you anything you look at it like it's the first thing you’ve seen in years.” his gaze momentarily shifted down and his arms crossed but he didn’t speak.
I clicked my tongue and looked up. That poor bastard had been through too much. I shook my head. Of course I’m well aware of the tactics hydra used to push its agenda, they’d been used on me but I learned very quickly to block them out and repress them. It seemed like he had yet to learn that and the more I observed him the more I realized just how shattered he was from the inside out. We ate in a heavy silence as I pondered just how much he had actually suffered.
“We take her out tonight.” he muttered.
“The target. We take her out tonight and return to hydra tomorrow morning.” I nodded and started to gear up.
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