hydra's daughter | bucky barnes x oc

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"пошел на хуй!" Raven screamed in Alexander Pierce's face. Fuck you! She struggled against her restraints as she watched the Winter Soldier take his seat in the wiping machine once again.

She knew it was useless to use her dark magic against her cuffs. The first time she tried to use them, her handcuffs subdued her with a powerful electric shock strong enough to kill an elephant.

"Prep him," Pierce said coldly, not a single emotion could be seen in his expression.

"No!" Raven shouted. It was useless. She heard the machine power up. Unable to watch her partner go through the torture, she shut her eyes. His screams assaulted the room. She didn't need to look up to know his face had turned beet red, his fists balled up at the armrests of the chair. She had seen it once sixty years ago, that was enough to forever sear the image in her mind.

The screaming went on for what felt like hours. Raven could only sit there as they made her wait for him to be finished. Her heart wrenched and twisted in pain as she was forced to listen to his anguish.

Almost fifteen minutes passed by as the Soldier screamed his throat dry before they decided he was finished and sent them both back to their cells.

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They were un-cuffed the instant they entered the cell.

As soon as he came within arm's reach, Raven stumbled clumsily toward him. She cupped his face, examining the burn marks on his temples. She grimaced at his wounds, heart wrenching at the sight of his tiredness. The electrocutions usually tired him enough to sleep through 16 hours undisturbed.

He was still breathless, his shoulders slumped and his eyes almost lifeless. She pulled him in and hugged him. Her eyes glowed violet, transferring some of her life force to him. Some days, she wondered if it would be more of a mercy to let him deteriorate from their torture. She thought maybe if he died, he wouldn't have to go through all this.

"I'm sorry," She whispered.

"Not your fault," the Soldier replied weakly. It was all he could manage. He fell asleep in her arms, passed out from debilitation.

They lay tangled together in the furthest corner of the cell, Raven leaning against the wall as the Soldier rested in her lap. She stroked his hair, humming a soft Russian lullaby.

They were kept underground, hidden from detection from the outside world. Raven didn't even know what country they were in. Only that they spoke in vulgar Russian and English. Every time they were sent out for a mission, they were blindfolded in the Jet, unable to identify their whereabouts.

Raven wondered when this hell would end, if it ever would end for the two of them. This life was all she had ever known. Born to be Hydra's successor, she was promptly tossed aside when she had gotten her powers.

Considered impure and possessed by all who'd met her, she was treated harshly by the soldiers that came by, she was bullied for her gender, and ever reviled by everyone, including her own father. God, she hated this place.

At that point in time, she hadn't known she was strong enough to bring the compound crumbling to the ground. Raven was conditioned to believe she was weak, and that Hydra was inevitable.

It was 1925 when Raven had first gotten her powers. Seven year old Morgan Volkova had been trapped for eight months prior in a comatose state when her powers had awakened her from her slumber. Her father, Ivan Volkova, had been anxiously waiting for his only heir to wake up, only to be disgusted by what she had become.