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The second he took a step forward you aimed your gun and shot several times at him. His metal raised up and blocked the bullets but that didn't stop you. 

“Who the hell is that?” Bat aske Steve while hiding and loaded her gun to fight back.

“That’s Y/n,” Steve said in distress. 

He had a sort of crush on you back in the 30s when you guys were teenagers, but like Bucky, he thought everyone he knew then was dead. First he found Bucky who tried to kill him, and now he found you, or you found them, and you also trying to kill Bucky. 

“Who’s Y/n?” Nat asked.

“Buck’s sister, they look nothing alike though,” Steve explained.

“There’s another Barnes?” Tony shouted.

“I thought she was dead.”

You threw Bucky across the room and while he stayed on the ground groaning, you pulled out your gun again and shot at him missing every single bullet because of his stupid metal arm. Two can play that game. Literally.

You stormed up to him and grabbed his throat pulling him up and choking him. Bucky’s eyes bulged out his head; how were you so strong? He tried to hit your head but was unlucky, so he took his metal hand and chopped it down your right arm hoping to buckle your elbow so you’d let go but to his and everybody’s surprise you didn’t budge.

Istead the prominent sound of metal against metal echoed loudly throughout the room and everyone’s expressions were shocked, confused, scared. You threw Bucky again to the side and his hand was wrapped around your wrist so when he was thrown he took your hand glove with him and as he guessed, bright shiny and silvery metal glowed for everyone to see. 

“She’s a winter soldier,” Nat said.

“What?” 

“Before the Black Widow academy became what it is, what I am, they experimented on others to turn them into people like Bucky; Winter Soldiers. They all had bad effects, turned aggressive and too violent to be trained. But it was rumored another person was a success but I didn't think they used them, well her. You said she was his twin?” Nat said.

“Yeah, fraternal,” Steve said.

“So they share similar DNA, it makes sense for the serum to work on her if worked on him.”

“Do you think she was kidnapped?” Steve asked. 

“I wouldn’t doubt Hydra,” Nat said sadly. 

Bucky ran to the roof in hopes to get away but you were just as fast and light on your feet. You trained the same way. So now you and James Buchanan Barnes, traitor, stood across each other on the roof of the Avengers Tower.

“Y/n,” Bucky said calmly. You grumbled and huffed not liking the name he was calling you. 

“Y/n, I know you know me.”

“I do. You’re the soldier who betrayed your fathers. You left your home,” you said harshly.

“That’s not my home. And it’s not yours either. I know you remember me,” Bucky took a step forward slowly.

Steve bursted through the roof access door stopping when he saw you and Bucky talking. Bucky looked back at him and motioned Steve to stand next to him.

“You remember this punk, looks different but he had googly eyes for you, remember? You told me you wouldn’t date someone younger than you. I told you it was only a year but you didn’t wanna admit like the fucker back,” Bucky explained. Your head was beginning to pound and a ringing sound pierced your ears. 

“You’re my mission,” you said with teary eyes; you felt this connection with the long haired traitor but you couldn’t pin it. Your brain was too scrambled from the electroshocks. 

“I had a mission too.”

“And you failed! You betrayed your family!”

“They are not family! You’re family!” 

You huffed opening and closing your fists anxiously; they were beginning to look more and more familiar.

“Y/n, it’s Bucky, Buck-a-roo, B,” he said the nicknames you once called him so long ago. 

“I don’t remember you,” you cried, “I have to kill you.”

“No you don’t. Those people, they’re not good. They’re not family. They don’t love you. I love you, Steve loves you. Come home,” Bucky sobbed.

He picked up your hand and you looked at him in his vibrant ocean blue eyes. Those same eyes you were always so jealous of growing up. 

“Stay here. We can help you remember. We’ll keep you safe, I’ll keep you safe. You’re my sister,” Bucky cupped your face gently.

Your head ached horribly, flashes of memories you didn’t know you had came up and tears flowed down your face. 

“I know what it's like to be scared they’re gonna hurt you but I swear on my life, no one’s gonna hurt again. I promise, just come home,” Bucky whispered. The rest of the team watched and anticipated what could happen, complete shock with what was happening in front of them. 

You looked at Bucky and your face dropped into an expressionless cold look. He was tricked. He grabbed your hand and pushed away the gun shooting at nothing thankfully. He pinned you under him.

“Get off of me!” you screamed and wiggled.

“Y/n! Please, look at me!” Bucky said.

“I know how you feel. You're confused, angry, helpless. It feels awful, I know.”

“I hate this, I’ve killed so many people,” you cried.

“I know,” Bucky sat up and hugged you.

“You’re safe, with me. Ok?” He said.

“Forever and Always?” you asked. 

This was something you always said to each other. You were sort of jealous of Bucky and Steve’s ‘Til the end of the line’ so you came up with ‘Forever and Always’ and it was your promise to be there for each other just like he promised Steve. Bucky’s tears spilled over and he hugged you tightly knowing you were already starting to remember. 

“Forever and always, doll.”

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There's a warm fuzziness at the edge of your mind just out of reach. It was different from the cold sterile walls of concrete around you or the artificial fluorescent lights that bordered on too bright for comfort. Yet there's nothing you can place it with, no prior feelings or memories to associate the warmth.

You don't know where it came from. You wouldn't know anything that would give you that kind of feeling within this musty room that you slept in.

It started after you saw the mask.

You knew the man, Ghost, as he was called by your handlers. A member of the task force 141, an expert infiltrator and ambusher, the man with no face, one of your targets. You had studied his mask in the picture they gave you but nothing compared to the real thing.

The fuzziness started when you spotted him on the roof.

The springs in your bed dug into your thighs with a cold edge. You stared at the empty concrete wall across from you, your eyes burning from the cold blankness as you waited.

You don't think.

But as you stared at the wall your finger drew short circles into the dingy mattress beneath you as you held onto the warmth. Nothing had ever sparked that feeling in you before, you had no memory. Yet in the very back of your mind, on the very edge of your psyche you can't help but feel the familiarity from it.

You don't think.

You were supposed to wait to be told to do so. You were supposed to wait for your next instructions.

Your eyes fluttered shut. You tried to think, tried to grab ahold of the warmth that stubbornly stayed on the edge of your mind. Too far to grasp, too far to even recognize or see before it slipped from your mind.

All that was left was the concrete wall.

The door opened and you turned your head without a word, your feet firmly planted on them ground.

"Soldier," the man greeted you in Russian with a grin. "The target is dead, yes?"

"Yes." You answered back, short and monotone, in Russian.

Andrei's smile widens and he beckons you to follow him. He doesn't wait, he knows that you'll be right behind him because you follow him blindly with a blank mind.

"And what about the other targets?" He wondered with a cold glance back at you.

"No."

He stopped and you did as well. When he turned around his smile was more relaxed and stared at you with a calm demeanor. However you saw the chilling venom in his eyes as they looked you up and down, sizing you up carefully as if he were waiting for the right moment to strike.

"That's unfortunate. I hope it wasn't due to a lapse in your judgement and only because the police got involved." He said and no words came to mind as you stared back at him with blank eyes. "You tried to shoot them, yes?"

"Yes."

He nodded and titled his head. He still smiled as he stepped forward and grabbed your shoulder with a small pat. The tips of his fingers dug into you ever so slightly but you didn't react, you didn't look away from him or say anything.

You don't think.

"We are getting closer to our leader being freed. You have done well, but it would be a shame if you were to relapse when he comes back, yes?" Andrei kept his voice low and he glanced to the side before he forced you to look as well.

An iron door stood in front of you. The rust on the metal reminded you of the way blood stained surfaces when it was left for too long. It reminded of what was on the other side, the same cold and fluorescent lighting but the room itself had it's own chill to it despite being incredibly suffocating.

Your muscles twitch involuntarily as phantom pain surges through you for just a moment before you mind stifles it.

"Yes."

He pats you a couple times and steps away, humming while he shrugs before he starts walking again with you in tow.

"It's been a while since you've relapsed, so I'm not worried. You've done excellent soldier, the best yet, I know our boss will be happy. You will be the first he sees when he is freed but until then, there is more work to be done. The 141 will strike again soon."

You don't say a word as you follow him. The iron door plagues the back of your mind as a sense of unease tries to sink into your stomach but is quickly pushed away in favor of nothing.

You don't remember relapsing. It doesn't sit on the edge of your mind like the warmth does but you know what happens when you do.

You don't reach out to the warmth.

You don't think.

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Ghost did everything to keep himself straight. He ignored the chest pains and the shortness of breath, the pit in his stomach and the nauseating bile in the back of his throat.

You were alive yet you were gone. Gone from the task force. Gone from him.

"Remember we need information." Price said firmly. "Capture only. We can't afford to mess this up."

They were going to get information about who they were dealing with. The people who you had been with were Russian and all signs pointed to Konni Group but they had to make sure. And in the process they could find out where you were, if you were actually with them.

Ghost still didn't want to believe it still. He refused to.

You wouldn't join the other side. Not you, not the woman who fought so hard against it, who fought with such fire.

Price parked the car in an alley away from the main building and they all filed out. They stuck to the shadows as they made their way to it, keeping their guns ready as they found an entry point.

Inside the building was supposed to be a hideout, a place that would have some kind of information that would connect them the group they saw in the video.

Price took point and Ghost followed.

The walk up the stairs was slow. Never in Ghost's whole career had he felt impatient in these situations. He was find with taking his time when he needed to but he wanted to get to the room as soon as possible. He didn't care if he got shot, especially since as they moved upwards they had to drop a few targets before they continued, because he just wanted to find you.

When they got to the top they could hear someone on the other side of the door frantically moving around speaking in Russian.

"Remember, capture not kill." Price looked at Ghost and he nodded.

Ghost pushed the door open and they rushed in guns raised.

"Wait, wait! Don't shoot." A man stood in the middle of the dimly lit room with his hands raised high. He looked distressed as he frantically looked at all of them. "I can tell you everything, they're going to kill me."

"Step away from the table." Ghost ordered, noticing the gun that sat on it.

The man moved away quickly, his hands still in the air until he stood in front of the windows. He shook violently as he glanced behind him and around him.

"You're here about the intel we stole right? I can tell you where we have it-"

"You could be lying." Soap barked but he shook his head.

"I promise I'm not! I'll tell you everything if you get me out of here. They're going to kill me."

Ghost glanced at Price and saw the hard look in his eyes. It was hard to tell if the man was actually telling the truth or if he was stalling for something. Even if he looked actually scared, Ghost wouldn't be surprised if he was just trying to not get shot.

"Gaz, secure-"

The window shattered and the man was shot in the head, his body falling to the floor before another shot flew through the window right at Ghost.

Everyone quickly scrambled for cover, two more shots hitting into the walls of the building before they were out of the sights of whoever was outside.

"I thought we only had to worry about the inside?" Gaz kept himself hidden.

"Someone called for back up?" Soap wondered but no one had an answer.

Ghost grabbed the nearest object and threw it across the room before it was struck with a bullet. He clenched his jaw, staying behind the alcove he tucked himself in as he thought up a plan.

There was a window to his side that lead out to a fire escape. He could climb to the roof, hopefully without being shot, to get a good angle of whoever it was.

"Keep 'em busy." He nodded towards the window and Price nodded.

Price shout out the light, blanketing them in darkness while Ghost opened the window. They moved about the dark and baited a couple more shots from the assailant while he slipped outside.

He climbed up quickly, ignoring the shots the continued to echo off the buildings. They were lucky whoever it was didn't have night vision on their scope.

When he reached the roof, he hid behind an air-conditioning unit and readied his weapon. He waited for more gunshots, knowing he'd get the best opportunity when they were busy.

A singular shot rang out and he whirred around, immediately looking down the scope and his finger ready to pull the trigger.

Then his heart stopped.

It was you.

You sat crouched on top of a roof from another building. You were looking down your own scope as you waited for one of the others to move to try to pick them off. You looked just like you had in the video, a mask covering most of your face save for your eyes.

Ghost froze, his heart pounding against his chest as he moved his finger away from the trigger. He would've shot you by now and would've killed you with one shot. The higher ups would've yelled at him to do it, he knows that they'll be pissed that he didn't.

You were an enemy.

But he couldn't.

He must've moved and caught your attention. He barely had enough time to duck behind the unit again before a bullet ricocheted off it. In the distance he could hear sirens, which meant time was running short.

In an instant, Ghost found himself wanting to leap across the gap to get to you. He shot up from his spot ready to do so but you were gone, leaving nothing behind as if you'd never been there.

"Ghost." Price's voice crackled over the comms. "You didn't take the shot."

There was an edge to his voice and Ghost merely stared at the place where you had been as if you'd magically reappear if he willed it.

"It was her."

Silence. That's all that was left.

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A/n: not my best work honestly. next parts will hopefully be better i just wanted to get this out to get it over with

The room had erupted with anger soon after the perpetrator was revealed to be you. After the initial shock came the denial, the anger that every single one of them felt because of the disturbing information that still displayed on the projector.

No one could believe it. No one wanted to.

"It's someone who looks like her." Price declared as he refused to look at the projector. "She's MIA."

"You really believe that, Cap?" Gaz scoffed and though he seemed like he was trying to keep his cool it was easy to see on his face he was just as distressed as everyone else.

Ghost hadn't said a word since his eyes landed on you. He was stuck frozen in his spot, his hands curled into fists that shook slightly as he burned holes into the screen staring at your image.

It was you. He knew the moment Laswell zoomed in on you. He may have avoided looking at any pictures of you he came across but he could never quite forget your eyes, not when he had spent so many times staring at them when you'd sit by his side or when you were across the room from him.

No matter how hard he tried to forget about you, to selfishly convince himself that you were dead so he didn't have to deal with any of the horrible emotions that still wounded him to this day, you were always in the back of his mind. He could truly never forget you.

But even with the shitty quality of the CCTV he could tell that something was different with you. You stood differently, more rigid than he had ever known you to be. From what he could see of your face, you looked hardened and angry, completely different from the last time he had saw you.

But there was no denying it. You were the one who stole the USB.

"It's her." He managed to say through a clenched jaw.

Ghost felt bile in his throat. He could hardly keep his thoughts straight with the storm of emotions that raged inside him. It was like his entire world was crashing down around him and he naively wished this was some horrible nightmare but it was real, all of it was.

"I cannae believe this." Soap mumbled. "She wouldn't...turn on us would she?"

The room went silent again.

You wouldn't. Ghost knew you wouldn't do anything to harm them or betray them, not with how close you were with them before you disappeared. You were loyal, almost to a fault and to even suggest that you would do something to betray the 141 made his blood boil and yet...you had stolen intel from them. Very valuable intel that could end lives.

You were working with some group, a bad group he knew that much, that was in direct opposition with the 141.

"It doesn't matter if she would or not." Laswell tried to keep a level voice but hidden in her eyes was pain and conflict as well. "She stole the intel and we need to get it back."

None of them missed the way she avoided speaking about what they needed to do to you. It seemed like none of them could fully believe that you betrayed them, that you would work against everything that you stood for.

Ghost denied it. You wouldn't do this willingly. You had to have been blackmailed or threatened. That was the only reason he could justify it.

A pit formed in his stomach and his throated tightened at the thought of you with this group, what that could really mean, but he ignored it. He turned to Price and gave him a firm stare, one that he hoped would get his point across.

"When we get the intel back, we're getting her back too." He said it like there was no debate because there wasn't.

Ghost was bringing you back whether Price or Laswell allowed it or not.

Luckily Price nodded and he spared one last glance at you before he looked at Laswell.

"We need to find out who they are." He said and she gave him a look.

She hesitated before she nodded. There was uncertainty in her eyes but she closed her laptop and looked to them all.

"Get into contact with Nik. I'll ask my contacts if they know anything."

When she left the room fell silent. There was nothing any of them could say to each other that would make the situation better, nothing that would help them believe that this wasn;t real.

You were alive. You had reappeared.

And you were against them.

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A/n: i hope this makes sense I struggled a little bit. we'll get into the meat of it later on