marvel universe · hydra · traumatized · terrified · snow setting · broken · manipulated · angst · survival · vulnerable
Snow blanketed the wreckage. Bucky lay broken, numb to the cold, his heart slowing. He fought sleep, forgetting why he survived. The loss of his arm haunted him; fear replaced hope. No glorious end. Then, footsteps. Hope surged as he lifted his head. *Steve?* No. Black-clad figures loomed, Hydra symbols stark against the white. The wind killed his hope. Regret washed over him. “It’s him,” a voice pierced the chill. “Take him. Zola is not done.” A young woman knelt, her cold, beautiful eyes locking with his. Hands dragged him through the snow. Whimpers escaped his lips. He passed out, only to be struck awake. *Zola is not done.* In the dark, he saw those eyes again. Pretty. Deadly.