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It was a movie night. It was also currently 5am. They were all piled together on the couch, Bob sandwiched in the middle. Bob had fallen asleep first, then Ava, Yelena, Walker, then Bucky. Alexei was currently turning off the lights and took secret photos for blackmail later, then trotted off to bed. The remnants of what had occurred could be seen in the tipped over popcorn bowl, as they had been watching Frozen. Alexei had sung Let It Go until they muffled him with a pillow. They had no clue what was coming for them.
The next morning
Walker woke up first and decided that he should be the one to make breakfast. It had been a massive shock to them to realise none of them could cook besides Walker, who they begged to cook for them. He silently slipped away from the pile, heading towards the kitchen. Bob woke up next, making it his personal duty to learn how to properly cook. Alexei was awake next, as he had heard them moving about in the kitchen. Ava and Yelena woke up next, as Ava was a light sleeper but slept better next to people she trusted and Yelena woke up from the loss of warmth. By the time Walker had flipped the last pancake and added it to the stack, Bucky was still asleep, burrito-rolled on the couch. What they didn’t see was Bucky tossing and turning, lost in the throes of one of his worse nightmares. He woke up silently. He grabbed on of the hidden guns and checked for his knife. This wasn’t Bucky. This wasn’t the guy who was basically their leader and comforted each of them in their own way. This was the winter soldier, and he had his mission.
“Готов соблюдать.’’
(ready to comply)
Yelena Pov
Yelena was happy. She had a new family (Not that she’d ever tell them), as dysfunctional as they were. She watched Walker gracefully plate the last pancake and looked around. Ava and Bob were scarfing down choc chips while John’s back was turned. Alexei was ranting about how pancakes were outrageously American but still eating them behind John’s back as well. Alexei laughed, as John turned around and Ava and Bob froze like a deer in headlights with their mouths full of choc chips. John sighed, and grabbed the rest of the choc chips and eating them. Ava and Bob let out indignant squawks at having the chocolate taken away from them. Alexei stops, laughter falling from his face as he turns toward the doorway of the kitchen. John stops smiling too. Yelena slowly turns around, and she is met with Bucky. Holding a gun. At them. Everything in the room seems to slow down.
“Bucky?”
It’s said so softly. A whisper. A plea that this isn’t real.
” Ты моя миссия.’’
(You are my mission) Bucky says, and Alexei and Yelena stiffen.
“What did he say?”
It’s Ava that speaks up.
Yelena meets Bucky’s gaze. But this isn’t Bucky. This is the Winter Soldier. She angles her body to cover Bob and whispers
“It’s not Bucky anymore.”
John reaches slowly for a knife, eyes trained on Bucky. They can all see this is not Bucky in control. This isn’t Bucky their leader, disappointed Bucky, happy Bucky or any of the Bucky’s they’d come to know in the year since they’d been donned the new avengers.
This is the Winter Soldier.