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<The Soviet Union is never coming back, no matter what you do. If push comes to shove, I will personally stop you. The Union was wrong, its better that it’s gone.> She looked at him seriously, a flare lurking under her expresion.
With his left arm he grabbed her by the throat, the metal was not hidden this time, and lifted her up. <You cannot stop me and you cannot stop what's coming.> He threw her back down and dived off the side of the bridge to the river below.
She stood as well, keeping hereyes trained in him. <That is true, but you don’t know everything. If you did then you’d remember what you are to me. What we used to be. You only know what they want you to know.>
He walked closer to her, gun still in hand. <I don’t know what you’re trying to do Widow, but I know exactly what I am and what I’ve done. Your mind games won’t work with me.>
She tensed again, ready to act should he attack. <Do you? Do you trust the people you work for? You know the Russians as well as I, you what they’re capable of. Do you even know why you kill the people you do? Killing the CEOs of some fortune 500 companies won’t bring the Spviet Union back. You’re not working for them anymore, now you’re just the errand boy for someone with deep pockets who wants to get rid of the competition. Though I am curious, did you have a hand in what happened to Moscow?>
<I do what my General tells me, nothing more. I, unlike you, am still a good soldier. As for what happened in Moscow, I think you can probably come up with that answer yourself.>
<A good soldier knows what they’re fighting for. I protect people, you kill without reason. You’re not working for Russia anymore, this isn’t what you were trained for.> At least now she knew that Jed done it, but he was still a drone, a pawn, an errand boy, someone else had ordered it, the question was, who?
<You're right, I don't fight for Russia because Russia is no longer what it was.> Then it clicked in his head as the why Lukin had him doing what he was doing, or at least he thought it was why. <What I do will tear down the Capitalist structure and make way for the Soviet Union to rise again. The destruction of Moscow was only a symbol to start our revolution.>
She stood as well, keeping hereyes trained in him. <That is true, but you don’t know everything. If you did then you’d remember what you are to me. What we used to be. You only know what they want you to know.>
He walked closer to her, gun still in hand. <I don’t know what you’re trying to do Widow, but I know exactly what I am and what I’ve done. Your mind games won’t work with me.>
She tensed again, ready to act should he attack. <Do you? Do you trust the people you work for? You know the Russians as well as I, you what they’re capable of. Do you even know why you kill the people you do? Killing the CEOs of some fortune 500 companies won’t bring the Spviet Union back. You’re not working for them anymore, now you’re just the errand boy for someone with deep pockets who wants to get rid of the competition. Though I am curious, did you have a hand in what happened to Moscow?>
<I do what my General tells me, nothing more. I, unlike you, am still a good soldier. As for what happened in Moscow, I think you can probably come up with that answer yourself.>
She stood as well, keeping hereyes trained in him. <That is true, but you don’t know everything. If you did then you’d remember what you are to me. What we used to be. You only know what they want you to know.>
He walked closer to her, gun still in hand. <I don't know what you're trying to do Widow, but I know exactly what I am and what I've done. Your mind games won't work with me.>
The Soldier sat atop one of the supports of the George Washington Bridge looking down at the cars far below. These past few days he’d be restless, unnerved even, by his encounter with Natalia. What had she been talking about? Why did she keep calling him James?
He toyed with the pistol in his hand and looked out at the water. He had just finished another assassination for General Lukin, the body was resting on the riverbed. He didn’t understand the purpose in all of this, how would these assassinations help bring back the Soviet Union? Why did the General not continue to use his title?
Too many questions filled his head and he didn’t want to leave that spot until his mind had settled down.
Natasha didn’t like entertaining the idea that the encounter with James had left her shaken. She’d been trained to not let things get under her skin, though she wasn’t so surprised that this had. She found that getting outside and going for a walk seemed to help her think, so that’s exactly what she was doing.
She turned onto George Washington bridge and hugged her coat tighter to her as the wind blew past. Something a bit in the distance caught her eye, a figure sitting on top of the bridge. As she neared she caught a glimpse of him, and instantly recognized who it was. She climbed up the beam to the top and sat next to him. <”Hello, James.”>
He turned when he heard the voice. She had found him, somehow……. And yet he didn’t feel like she was here for a fight, at least not yet. <Why do you keep calling me that?>
<Because it’s your name. Your real name.> She eyed the pistol in his hand. He hadn’t attacked her yet, but she tensed her body in anticipation none the less.
<Silly girl, you would have no way of knowing my name if I indeed had one. I would have been long frozen by the time you had begun training.>
She smirked. <I guess that file you read on me wasn’t entirely accurate. Its not very surprising. I think you’d be taken aback at how along ago I trained.>
The Soldier spoke as if he was reading from a book. <Your training began in the 1950's under the government funded Red Room Program for the Black Widow Ops subdivision.>
He stood up and faced her. <I know all about you Romanova.>
The Soldier sat atop one of the supports of the George Washington Bridge looking down at the cars far below. These past few days he’d be restless, unnerved even, by his encounter with Natalia. What had she been talking about? Why did she keep calling him James?
He toyed with the pistol in his hand and looked out at the water. He had just finished another assassination for General Lukin, the body was resting on the riverbed. He didn’t understand the purpose in all of this, how would these assassinations help bring back the Soviet Union? Why did the General not continue to use his title?
Too many questions filled his head and he didn’t want to leave that spot until his mind had settled down.
Natasha didn’t like entertaining the idea that the encounter with James had left her shaken. She’d been trained to not let things get under her skin, though she wasn’t so surprised that this had. She found that getting outside and going for a walk seemed to help her think, so that’s exactly what she was doing.
She turned onto George Washington bridge and hugged her coat tighter to her as the wind blew past. Something a bit in the distance caught her eye, a figure sitting on top of the bridge. As she neared she caught a glimpse of him, and instantly recognized who it was. She climbed up the beam to the top and sat next to him. <”Hello, James.”>
He turned when he heard the voice. She had found him, somehow……. And yet he didn’t feel like she was here for a fight, at least not yet. <Why do you keep calling me that?>
<Because it’s your name. Your real name.> She eyed the pistol in his hand. He hadn’t attacked her yet, but she tensed her body in anticipation none the less.
<Silly girl, you would have no way of knowing my name if I indeed had one. I would have been long frozen by the time you had begun training.>
The Soldier sat atop one of the supports of the George Washington Bridge looking down at the cars far below. These past few days he’d be restless, unnerved even, by his encounter with Natalia. What had she been talking about? Why did she keep calling him James?
He toyed with the pistol in his hand and looked out at the water. He had just finished another assassination for General Lukin, the body was resting on the riverbed. He didn’t understand the purpose in all of this, how would these assassinations help bring back the Soviet Union? Why did the General not continue to use his title?
Too many questions filled his head and he didn’t want to leave that spot until his mind had settled down.
Natasha didn’t like entertaining the idea that the encounter with James had left her shaken. She’d been trained to not let things get under her skin, though she wasn’t so surprised that this had. She found that getting outside and going for a walk seemed to help her think, so that’s exactly what she was doing.
She turned onto George Washington bridge and hugged her coat tighter to her as the wind blew past. Something a bit in the distance caught her eye, a figure sitting on top of the bridge. As she neared she caught a glimpse of him, and instantly recognized who it was. She climbed up the beam to the top and sat next to him. <”Hello, James.”>
He turned when he heard the voice. She had found him, somehow....... And yet he didn't feel like she was here for a fight, at least not yet. <Why do you keep calling me that?>
The Soldier sat atop one of the supports of the George Washington Bridge looking down at the cars far below. These past few days he'd be restless, unnerved even, by his encounter with Natalia. What had she been talking about? Why did she keep calling him James?
He toyed with the pistol in his hand and looked out at the water. He had just finished another assassination for General Lukin, the body was resting on the riverbed. He didn't understand the purpose in all of this, how would these assassinations help bring back the Soviet Union? Why did the General not continue to use his title?
Too many questions filled his head and he didn't want to leave that spot until his mind had settled down.
<wait.> She crossed the distance between them then moved in front of him to block his path, standing only about a foot away.
<Your left arm, it’s made of metal. Replaced by the Soviet government after you lost it at the end of World War II. You were trained by the same people I was, in the Red Room Program. They may have erased your personal memories, but I know you know who I am, they’d make sure that you read my file. I also know what business means for you, same thing it used to mean for me, so who did you kill?>
Her voice was barely over a whisper, not that there was anyone around to here, still, she didn’t want to risk anything. She knew this was James, she wasn’t just going to let him walk away.
<I don’t know what you’re talking about, excuse me.> He pushed past her and started walking away.
<Stop!> Her hand darted out and grabbed him arm, swinging him around to face her. <It’s true! Every word of it, and you know it is. There’s no point in playing dumb, we’re past that.>
He punched her across the face. <Winter is coming for you Agent Romanova, we don't look kindly at traitors.> He ran off
<I don’t care what they made you think your name is, you’re name is James Barnes, and you’re supposed to be dead…or I thought so… I guess this wouldn’t be the first time they lied to me about this sort of thing. You must know who I am.>
<I think you’re mistaken.>
<Fuck, what is she going on about? I just need to leave.>
<Well good night Natalia, it seems your work is taking quite a toll on you.> He turned to leave.
<wait.> She crossed the distance between them then moved in front of him to block his path, standing only about a foot away.
<Your left arm, it’s made of metal. Replaced by the Soviet government after you lost it at the end of World War II. You were trained by the same people I was, in the Red Room Program. They may have erased your personal memories, but I know you know who I am, they’d make sure that you read my file. I also know what business means for you, same thing it used to mean for me, so who did you kill?>
Her voice was barely over a whisper, not that there was anyone around to here, still, she didn’t want to risk anything. She knew this was James, she wasn’t just going to let him walk away.
<I don't know what you're talking about, excuse me.> He pushed past her and started walking away.
She gasped and took a small step back. It was him, she’d know that face anywhere. It was impossible, he couldn’t be here, but there he stood. His face was the same, though neither arm look metal, though she herself had fake skin that was undetectable, that’s what it had to be.
<James. It can’t be…it’s impossible. You’re supposed to be dead.>
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her a little confused.
<What is she talking about?>
<Who is James? I told you my name is Ivan.>
<I don’t care what they made you think your name is, you’re name is James Barnes, and you’re supposed to be dead…or I thought so… I guess this wouldn’t be the first time they lied to me about this sort of thing. You must know who I am.>
<I think you're mistaken.>
<Fuck, what is she going on about? I just need to leave.>
<Well good night Natalia, it seems your work is taking quite a toll on you.> He turned to leave.
She chuckled a bit. <I don’t think the Red Guardian would let me join. He didn’t take the split too well. Besides, I can’t go back.> Her smile faded with her declaration.
<Why?> He stood up, trying to act curious and interested. <Mother Russia will always take her children back.> He stepped out from under the tree so he was lit up by the moon.
She gasped and took a small step back. It was him, she’d know that face anywhere. It was impossible, he couldn’t be here, but there he stood. His face was the same, though neither arm look metal, though she herself had fake skin that was undetectable, that’s what it had to be.
<James. It can’t be…it’s impossible. You’re supposed to be dead.>
He raised an eyebrow and looked at her a little confused.
<What is she talking about?>
<Who is James? I told you my name is Ivan.>
She raised her eyebrows at him apprehensively. If he was lying, he was very good at it. She smirked at his second comment and looked up at the sky for a moment before looking back at him.
<You’re with a friend when she “dies” and the damn news will make you spectacle for a month.> She frowned. <I don’t know why I joined them in the first place.>
Because where you are now is a whole hell of a lot better than where you used to be.
<Why not come home and work with the Winter Guard? They’re heroes, aren’t they?>
She chuckled a bit. <I don’t think the Red Guardian would let me join. He didn’t take the split too well. Besides, I can’t go back.> Her smile faded with her declaration.
<Why?> He stood up, trying to act curious and interested. <Mother Russia will always take her children back.> He stepped out from under the tree so he was lit up by the moon.
OOC: FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just went through the Winter Soldier tag and had three huge things spoiled for me from issue 10 of Winter Soldier. SON OF A BITCH!
She smirked faintly and shrugged. She’d come across many people in her time who disliked America, she’d even been one long ago. Frankly, she could easily understand why.
<When it’s the only option it’s the best option. What part of Russia are you from?>
<Siberia.> He shifted positions for he could defend himself if needed, but kept his relaxed demeanor.
<You’re the Avenger that’s been all over the news, aren’t you?>
She raised her eyebrows at him apprehensively. If he was lying, he was very good at it. She smirked at his second comment and looked up at the sky for a moment before looking back at him.
<You’re with a friend when she “dies” and the damn news will make you spectacle for a month.> She frowned. <I don’t know why I joined them in the first place.>
Because where you are now is a whole hell of a lot better than where you used to be.
<Why not come home and work with the Winter Guard? They're heroes, aren't they?>
She shrugged, her expression remaining neutral.
<When I first came here I didn’t care for it either, it takes quite a bit of time to get used to.>
It finally clicked. He knew her, he’d read her file the second Lukin had given it to him. This was the Black Widow, Natalia Romanova. It wasn’t his assignment to kill her, but he couldn’t risk having his cover blown if she had ever read any of the files on him that the Red Room still had from the Cold War.
<Oh I’ve been here many times, I only grow to dislike it more and more every time.>
She smirked faintly and shrugged. She’d come across many people in her time who disliked America, she’d even been one long ago. Frankly, she could easily understand why.
<When it’s the only option it’s the best option. What part of Russia are you from?>
<Siberia.> He shifted positions for he could defend himself if needed, but kept his relaxed demeanor.
<You're the Avenger that's been all over the news, aren't you?>
She smirked back at him.
<That’s a complicated question. To put it simply, I thought it best to come here. Yourself?>
<Business trip.>
His face was neutral and cold, his voice a little distant. <I never like coming to this country.>
She shrugged, her expression remaining neutral.
<When I first came here I didn’t care for it either, it takes quite a bit of time to get used to.>
It finally clicked. He knew her, he'd read her file the second Lukin had given it to him. This was the Black Widow, Natalia Romanova. It wasn't his assignment to kill her, but he couldn't risk having his cover blown if she had ever read any of the files on him that the Red Room still had from the Cold War.
<Oh I've been here many times, I only grow to dislike it more and more every time.>
