Marvel Imagines

Found (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Prompt: See above.

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You never had any idea what time of day it was.

Better yet, what day of the week, month, heck, even year it was.

You never needed to know.

All you needed was your Missions.

Your targets.

But, when nights rolled around that you weren't in a cryogenic sleep - rather you were locked in a cell and told to sleep - you never could.

Thoughts, or rather, foggy memories of the woman you once were always nagged at the back of your exhausted yet alert brain.

Memories of the icy panic that had swept through you when you'd been knocked out of that damned train car, sent tumbling to your demise.

The screams of someone else from above quickly becoming muted by your own as you fell.

Only to have been awakened by an incredibly searing hot pain through your entire being, strapped to some sort of examination table, surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

"How am I still alive?"

That's the question that always haunted you and continued to, even when you began to regain some of your memories.

But, as soon as the memories came, they were quickly erased and in their place, another Mission.

Another Target.

Time and time again, the cycle repeated.

Distant memories coming back, gone, new Mission.

Until one day, the memories stayed.

They stayed.

No brain scrambling electrocution followed.

Your memories began to come back.

And along with them, your awareness at your surroundings.

You had never even noticed the fact that you always had someone at your side.

You had always just heard him in your earpiece, walking you through your Missions, training you, in a sense.

But you knew who he was.

Or rather, what everyone referred to him as.

He was the Asset.

But, when your slightly widened eyes had danced over his now appearing quite handsome, worn out, looking features, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

You were going to say something.

Say how nice it was to be out of that cell, out under the sun - even though the blistering cold tugged at your bones.

But then, your orders were given.

The transport picked the both of you up.

And then before you knew it...

Your memories were gone like the cold winter wind that had been blowing your hair only a mere few hours ago.

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The Asset vanished.

Gone without a trace.

He had been given a Mission in Washington D.C.

You knew that much.

You'd actually managed to work up the courage to whisper the raspy question to the nurse that would usually come to see you every once and a while.