𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄 ☁︎︎ 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴

- when am i? -

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— —, — —, — —  - ?

— ONLY UPON OPENING HER EYES did Evette realise the ever-growing ache that dissolved across her body. She had never felt such physical anguish in her life and the uncomfortable mattress didn't help her throbbing spine. The mattress was atop the ground, a new addition to the somewhat recognisable room that was empty apart from herself. Her body was familiarly covered in the same apparel that she had been wearing when she fell asleep. How long had it been; weeks, months?

God forbid it had been years.

The cell door opened and Evette sat up, backing herself against the wall and into the corner of the room. Bucky was being held up by two guards who threw him to floor without a care for his body's condition. As the guards were about to leave, she managed to find the courage and voice to speak.
"What's the date?" The guards flickered their eyes to the woman before glancing back to each other and answering.

"1982."

Evette couldn't contain herself as she whimpered with disbelief. 8 years of her life, gone, She was now 32 years old. The epiphany caused her to place her head in her hands and attempt to keep herself as composed as possible.

It had felt like a long time, but not that long.

The psychic crawled over to Bucky, his eyes unwavering from the wall as he simply stared ahead, no emotion prevalent in his eyes. The man was unmoving in Evette's weak arms as she attempted to shuffle him over to the mattress and as she did so, his reflexed muscle memory came into action and he spun them around so she was pinned against the ground.
"Shit!" She cursed, her back cracking upon impact as she laughed at the pain suddenly disappearing. He gently released her from his grip and pulled her up to rest on the mattress.
"I really hate when you do that." She couldn't help but whisper, her inner monologue being not so 'inner'.

Their eyes met once more and Evette's heart stopped from its drumming beat.

Everything about his eyes were so familiar, that deep comforting blue that, at first appeared cold and sharp, but the more you gazed, the more they became like the sky, filled with stars and planets that would mesmerise the most sane of creatures. Evette marvelled at them for a moment, a recognisable feature that hadn't been tainted by Bucky's lack of memory, they seemed just as stunning as always. Said man watched as she sat up to face him before taking his hands and motioning toward the mattress, unsure whether speaking would cause him to follow robotically without his own sense of decision making.

Evette didn't want to force him to do anything for her.

The Winter Soldier leaned back against the wall, his body quivering from the electrical shocks bursting through his body that flowed all the way from the top of his head and right down to his toes. He glanced to the woman he had remembered once again, he hadn't forgotten her in all this time. The distraught and anxious look managing her features was enough to make him understand that she had never experienced this before.
"Do you remember me?" She asked, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to warm up. The Winter Soldier was once again in his tactical gear, a black leather holster jacket that lacked the left arm and black boots that were flexible to move around in but never prevented the cold from seeping in.
"You're my handler."

Evette's eyes shut in disturbance. She was no such thing and she would never become such a thing. He was not an animal (despite being treated like one) nor anything apart from a human being that had been placed in an dreadful circumstance. Evil had managed to prick and prod him into a befitting role for them to utilise.
"No I'm not." His head turned to face her, he noticed her shivering with her lack of warm clothes. A white, skin-tight shirt and black denim jeans that had been begrimed, as well as being frayed at the seams. "I'm your friend." She muttered upon noticing his study of her, his eyes remained on her chest for a moment and she lightly tapped his chest with the back of her hand. "Stop staring." He nodded in compliance before she sighed in exasperation because of his obedience. "Stop doing that."

"What?"

"Doing exactly as I say."

"It is your role." He responded and Evette shook her head once again with sigh leaving her lips, the air was visible because of the chill and she had only just noticed. "You are cold."
"Wow, you're just as observant as you were before." Her annoyed and sarcastic tone was unusual to the Soldat, he assumed that her temperature was what had caused it.

The Soldat grabbed her arm and she immediately scuffled in fear as to what he was going to do, before regretting her decision upon realising the soldiers intentions as he pulled her closer to his body. Despite the soldier feeling cold within himself, his body often emitted heat like a furnace, not only was his metabolism extremely fast but his homeostasis was also enhanced. The correction of his body's temperature often resulted in a tipping of the scale and in this instance it worked in his favour. He pulled the woman into his lap with her feet facing towards the window to his right, her body up against his own, feeling the heat through the leather.

"I forgot you were always warm." She muttered and the soldier was scared to speak once more, it seemed his new handler (or supposed 'friend') was a lot more lenient toward contact as well as speaking without orders. "It's like I'm having to get to know you all over again." She whispered into his chest and didn't receive a response that had anything to do with her cryptic statement.

"How shall I address you?"

She sighed.

"I'm Evette."

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— —, — —, 1982  - ?

— PAVLOVÍC WAS BEYOND PLEASED to see the plan begin to take form. He was older, wiser, and had had the past 8 years to attempt to conceive a plan that would cause only benefits for the German organisation. He had been watching Evette and the Winter Soldier rest with one another for awhile, listening into their conversation as he couldn't help but contain a smile. It was far too simple really. If their bond was strong enough, they would do anything for each other, and anything for him if one of them was to be threatened. Pavlovíc would have the opportunity to take this slow, keep the two awake for a while and allow them to grow with one another, fall back in love and then finally be torn apart when he saw fit. There was nothing that he or she wouldn't do if the other was facing peril.

Evette's gifts were useless to him now, she had the answer he wanted and he just needed to get it out of her. In his past experience, torture wasn't ideal, she grew more and more quiet with each method, until eventually that sharp-tongue was as blunt as round, polished wood. But there was something that made her so awfully chatty: politics. If he contested her views then he would be certain to receive her argument, and with that, he could learn even more leverage to hold over her. Perhaps an accident could occur at a feminist march, or maybe her mother would be pulled over by the wrong police officer one night.

Who knows?

It was all within his power and he would be certain to use it.