Голубка [My Dove] {7}

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier SPOILERS abound! Beware!

Summary: For some reason Steve keeps running into the familiar face of the Winter Soldier. Each new time heralds a mission gone wrong, and yet, Steve can't help but be baffled. Is the Soldier his enemy? Or friend? /Capkink response/ AU TWS [SPOILERS]

Any foreign words has a tooltip with translation

Steve rolled his shoulders and leaned back against the building with his wrist to his mouth.

“How long is this going to take?” he asked under his breath, staying alert for any sign that they'd been made.

“Hold your horses, I'm moving as fast as I can, old man,” Natasha hissed back. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Not fast enough, apparently,” he said, shifting slightly against the wall.

“You think you can do this faster?” Natasha asked. Steve could hear the faint clack of fingers on keys.

Steve sighed and crossed one arm across his chest. “It just doesn't feel right. This is SHIELD.”

“You were calling it HYDRA just last week,” Natasha pointed out. “Change of heart?”

Steve grimaced and glanced to the unconscious agent beside him. “No,” he said shortly.

“Are you worried about Smith?”

Steve slouched further, turned his gaze out into the darkness and ground out, “She was nice.”

“Well make it up to her then,” Steve could hear the teasing in Natasha's voice. “Send her a fruit basket, ask her out.”

Steve scowled, “Can you not suggest coworkers I've rendered unconscious as prospective dating material?”

“Oh come on, she's hot,” Natasha cajoled back. “And, done. Prepare for extraction.”

Steve straightened and picked up his Shield. He looked to Smith, muttered a short, “Sorry,” and quickly scaled the wall he'd been leaning against. This was the third SHIELD data-mine they'd hit in the past week, all within DC and the surrounding area. Steve crouched low and moved quick across the roof before slipping down to the balcony just outside where Natasha stood. She tilted her head as he rolled his eyes, raised his Shield, and smashed the lock.

“You know,” Natasha said, stepping out of the room filled with computers, “Nick really should let us travel outside of the DC area.”

Steve scoffed. “He's paranoid,” he pointed out, “and considering that sniper found his 'secret base' and nearly put him down for good, with good reason. HYDRA wants him out of the picture.”

Natasha vaulted the railing with Steve following right after.

“Yeah, but think of how much more fun it'd be if we got away for a while?” Natasha pointed out. “Like the Lumerian Star, that was fun, right?”

Steve stared at her for a long moment, mid motion to straddling his motorcycle. He shook his head, settled onto the seat, and said, “You and I have two very different ideas of fun, Natasha.”

“Yeah, mine actually involves fun,” Natasha quipped back.

Steve turned on the engine, glanced at Natasha, and said, “At least we haven't run into any HYDRA agents yet. That's got to be a good sign, right?”

Natasha smiled indulgently and said back, “Don't jinx it!”

They took off.

---

The Soldier lowered his scope once the man in blue and Natasha left his field of vision. He looked down at the ten men that lay in various states of disrepair around him. He pursed his lips, frowned, and furrowed his brow. Carefully he toed one of them over, looked into a familiar face, one that he'd been acquainted with more than once, and crouched over the body.

He licked his lips, patted the man on the cheek with his right hand until he earned a groan and a dazed stare. The Soldier swallowed, cocked his head to the side.

“Am I denying him fun?” he asked the agent. He was (curious?) looking for an answer. The agent groaned but didn't answer. The Soldier frowned, reached out and tugged the others chin up. He narrowed his eyes. “That's not an answer,” he scolded.

The agent groaned, muttered a weak, “Hail Hydra,” and the Soldier pursed his lips, and then sighed.

“That's not an answer either,” he pointed out, and figured this one was a loss. Calmly he unclasped one of his knives and shoved it through the agent's eye. He could admit the scream felt (nice? yes) liberating before all noise cut out. The Soldier pulled the knife back, wiped it down on the agents shirt, and put it back in place. He stood, looked out at the base. It looked peaceful, quiet. The Soldier closed his eyes, took in the fresh air, and began to pack up his rifle.

With the rifle situated, he looked to the mess around him. Normally he'd have a team set to equip him with more munitions or a different tool to use in a given circumstance, and another ready to clean up whatever mess he left behind. In the past few weeks the Soldier learned how to effectively get rid of his own messes. He was used to hiding his tracks, the skill set one long ingrained into his sytem. Cleaning up bodies was just another skill he'd had to learn alongside erasing his presence ever since he'd been given this mission.

Calmly he dragged one corpse after another back into the base, made sure his little clearing where he'd observed the operation was clean, and then pulled out his own bike from under some fioliage. He looked back at the base once, a small black remote in his hand. He licked his lips, pressed down on the switch, and watched the building light on fire with several loud explosions. The Soldier grinned, and then took off.

---

“That's another one,” Maria said with a frown, looking over to Nick. Nick cursed.

“Who the hell is blowing up my buildings?” he demanded. Maria shook her head.

“We don't know,” she said. “Surveillance is fried every time, unrecoverable. I'd say it was Natasha or Steve except this isn't their style and you didn't give the orders, sir.”

Nick scowled and pressed his lips against his entwined fingers. He looked over at Maria, and then to the door. Natasha and Steve weren't back yet, and it made him want to curse.

“Barton?” he asked.

“He's at the Fridge, reworking protocol,” Maria stated.

“Coulson? May?”

“At the Hub, debriefing Hand,” Maria countered, paused, then added, “Again.”

Nick buried his face into his hands and asked, wearily, “Stark?”

Maria grimaced, but added, “Still working on the Lumarian Star drive with no luck. Also he had a date with Potts tonight.”

Nick muttered a short, “Fuck,” and leaned back with a sigh. Each data center he sent Natasha and Steve to, with orders to get in, copy the hard drive, and get out ended up a pile of rubble after they left. “First time's a coincidence,” he said tiredly, “second's a pattern, third is a conspiracy.”

Maria nodded calmly. “If the pattern holds, like the last two the information Rogers and Romanoff retrieved will show us that the data centers were not HYDRA.”

“Which means what?” Nick scrubbed his face. “HYDRA is blowing up our buildings?”

“We should entertain the possibility,” Maria pointed out. “Either that or there is something Romonaff and Rogers miss each time, something HYDRA doesn't want us to find.”

Nick grimaced, “And it's strange enough that Romanoff and Rogers are pulling SHIELD intel covertly. You think HYDRA has figured it out?”

“I wouldn't rule out the possibility,” Maria said. “After all, they almost got you.” Nick grimaced as his shoulder throbbed in reminder.

“When will they be back?” Nick demanded. “ETA?”

Maria clacked a few keys on the laptop before her, face pinched in concentration. “Shortly,” she said.

“Right. Same conditions as last time,” Nick sighed, scratching his cheek. “We say nothing about the explosion if they don't already know.”

Maria frowned. “We should tell them, sir,” she pointed out. “Rogers won't take this secrecy well.”

Nick stared at her, narrowed his eye, and said calmly, “I know. I'll deal with the fallout.”

---

Natasha worked her key into the door and stepped inside her rather shitty motel of a room. Unlike most other agents she preferred to not have a permanent address, instead moving from either safe house to safe house or in this case motel to motel. Natasha knew any of her safe houses could be compromised, any of her identities known by HYDRA, and so she chose the path much harder to track.

She dropped her bag down by the door and began to unzip her uniform as she moved back towards the bathroom.

“Могу ли я отказав ему удовольствие?”

Natasha froze for a brief second before ducking into the bathroom. She tugged one of her spare guns from underneath the sink and crouched low.

“Whose there?” she called out, shoulders tense. Her eyes darted around in the darkness, searching for the source of the voice. She heard, too late, the sound of a boot tapping on the floor behind her. The next thing she knew cold metal was wrapped around her torso, a knife at her cheek, and hot breath on her ear.

“Я вам не повредит,” he said when she went still, her breath hitching. He let her go, giving her enough space to turn around and raise the gun, ready to fire, when she caught sight of his face. He held his hands up, knife in one, and then calmly, slowly, twirled the blade and put it back into his belt. He held both hands, free, up and repeated, “увидеть?”

“Winter?” Natasha said careful. The Soldier nodded. Natasha licked her lips. “Are you here to kill me?”

“нет,” he said sharply, then paused, and asked, “Do you prefer this language?” His words were stilted, his brow furrowed and his lips pressed together.

“Русский в порядке,” Natasha said quickly, lowering her gun just a tad. The Soldier relaxed slightly. “Почему ты здесь?”

The Soldier frowned. He took a few false starts at first, before he repeated, “Могу ли я отказав ему удовольствие?”

Natasha blinked. “Кто?”

The Soldier looked down, licked his lips. His brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed in thought, before he said, “The man in...blue.” The words sounded even more stilted, as if certain he should be saying something else, but not sure what.

Natasha blinked, and then asked incredulously, “Steve?”

“да,” the Soldier nodded.

Natasha ran a hand through her hair, lowered her weapon, and said incredulously, “I can't believe I'm having this conversation.” She walked out of the bathroom, the Soldier on her heels.

“Не понимаю?” he asked.

Natasha shook her head and turned around, “You, here, not trying to kill me when I've been waiting for the day you'd show up and shoot me, expecting it even!” She shakes her head, “And instead of killing me, you're asking about Steve? Asking if you're not letting him have pleasure? What are you even—oh.”

“Не понимаю,” the Soldier repeated. His face scrunched up, he looked like a confused puppy and Natasha had to sigh. She'd never thought that she'd ever see his face so, so young and confused again. “Он выглядит скучно.”

“He is,” Natasha pointed out. She sat down on the bed and buried her face into her hands. “You've been stopping HYDRA.”

“да,” the Soldier agreed. “Они слишком слабы для него. Не стоит его время.”

Natasha let out a snort and looked up at the Soldier, mask-less, with a lost and pining expression on his face. She'd never thought she'd see the day.

“I can't believe this,” she muttered, and then, continued, “Пусть он определить, что. Он не будет ценить вас решающим для него.”

The Soldier licked his lips and looked down, then back to her. “Тогда что я должен делать?” he asked. “Это то, что я знаю.”

Natasha shook her head with a soft chuckle and said, “Почему бы вам не поговорить с ним? Может быть, вы найдете что-то делать, что он оценит?”

The Soldier licked his lips and looked off to the side, in thought. Natasha breathed out slowly, finding this entire experience surreal. Eventually he nodded, muttered a short thanks, and then walked out the door. Natasha watched him go, and, once she was alone, she burst down into hysterics, half certain she'd just imagined the whole encounter.

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Russian words (hopefully)

1. Голубка – golubka – my dove
2. Могу ли я отказав ему удовольствие? – Mogu li i͡a otkazav emu udovol'stvie? – Am I denying him fun? (can I refuse him pleasure?)
3. Я вам не повредит – I͡A vam ne povredit – I won't hurt you
4. увидеть? – uvidet'? – see?
5. нет – niet – no
6. Русский в порядке – Russkiĭ v pori͡adke – Russian is fine (russian ok)
7. Почему ты здесь? – Pochemu ty zdes'? – Why are you here?
8. Кто? – Kto? – who?
9. да – da – yes
10. Не понимаю? – Ne ponimai͡u? – I don't understand?
11. Он выглядит скучно. – On vygli͡adit skuchno. – He looks bored
12. Они слишком слабы для него. Не стоит его время. - Oni slishkom slaby dli͡a nego. Ne stoit ego vremi͡a. – They are too weak for him. Not worth his time.
13. Пусть он определить, что. Он не будет ценить вас решающим для него. – Pust' on opredelit', chto. On ne budet t͡senit' vas reshai͡ushchim dli͡a nego. – Let him determine that. He will not appreciate you deciding for him.
14. Тогда что я должен делать? – Togda chto i͡a dolzhen delat'? – Then what should I do?
15. Это то, что я знаю. – Ėto to, chto i͡a znai͡u. – This is what I know.
16. Почему бы вам не поговорить с ним? Может быть, вы найдете что-то делать, что он оценит? – Pochemu by vam ne pogovorit' s nim? Mozhet byt', vy naĭdete chto-to delat', chto on ot͡senit? – Why don't you talk to him? Maybe you'l find something to do that he will appreciate?