Steve x Reader & Bucky x Reader Imagines

Shadow (Bucky x Child Reader)

This is not a request, but something I have been working on for awhile now. It will be broken up into two parts because of how long it is.

Warnings: fluff but also angst, the nickname for y/n is shadow. Not a happy ending... for this part at least...

Blood is a strange thing, DNA, one drop of blood can contain it all, and hydra had many tubes of blood belonging to a one James Buchanan Barnes. Blood that was made to be altered, used to transform a new era of soldiers. A child's mind is yet another strange thing, a critic time for learning while everything is absorbed like a sponge. That's where you came in, a poor orphaned child pulled from the streets. Hydra started their testing with you, injecting you with the soldiers blood, turning you into what they could hope to be another super soldier at the very least. Their real goal was to give you powers beyond belief, powers that could take down an entire army with only one person.

Though Hydra was working inside of Shield, they did a lovely job of keeping you a secret, they had the benefit of your fear. A small child, around the age of three, even if you were to somehow escape, no one would believe a word you said, something they made sure to let you know every night before they locked you up with the only other prisoner, the Winter Soldier. Although Hydra did everything in their power to keep you afraid, the soldier did not, not in this state at least.

Without his trigger words, without his handlers, without his mask and armor and weapons, he was your source of comfort in this cold place, he was your family. As much has Hydra wanted you as a weapon, you were still far to young to be of any true use to them yet, you were only there to learn for now. When it came to taking care of you, no one wanted the job. Then the idea was brought up, you had the soldiers blood, his DNA was now a part of you, and if they wanted you to be molded to anything like him, it would be in their best interest to keep you with him at all times possible. You would become Winters Shadow.

Today you were quiet, you stayed in your corner until you were told otherwise by your handlers, but a movement out of the corner of your eye caused you to perk up. "Dada." You whispered to yourself, catching your handlers attention and causing him to take notes at your interaction with the soldier. He was currently being carried by two other soldier into the direction of your shared cot. You watched as they dumped his body inside, much like one would dump trash, before slamming the door and taking their post outside of it. What happened next was a breakthrough for Hydra, a new feeling grew inside of you, "No!" You shouted as you clenched your fists before slamming them to the ground, causing and electric wake to shoot out toward the two soldiers, knocking them against the metal door and knocking them out.

Although they were excited to know their testing proved fruitful for them, they would not tolerate any type of resistance from you, no matter what your age. Your handler quickly grabbed you by the arm, injecting you with a weak sedative, enough to keep control over you, without any warning and before explaining what you had done wrong. After he knew you were weakened, he brought you back to your cell, giving you and the soldier a look before slamming and locking it for the rest of the night.

He took notice of your current stature, you were struggling a bit to stand, you were holding your arm and wincing in pain, and that was when he noticed it, part of the needle was still stuck in your arm. "Shadow." He spoke, catching your attention and directing you to come over to him. Following his order, you were now standing before him, giving him the big tear filled eyes the weakened him. He looked down at your tiny arm, taking it in his flesh hand as he rubbed two of his metal fingers together, creating a faint magnetic charge, enough for him to get the needle and any broken pieces out of your skin.

"Ow." You hissed, a small tear falling down your cheek, only long enough for the soldier to realize, wiping it before you could and gently brushing your hair out of your face.