A/N this is set in the past

Terror and confusion pulsed wildly through me as the Winter Soldier walked calmly and purposefully towards me. I met his dark, blue-eyed glare and knew at once that Hydra had, once again, gained control of his mind.
A strange calm overpowered my fear at this knowledge. I stood up without taking my eyes off him. I unconsciously flicked my amber-golden hair out of my face.

I took a slow, careful step towards Winter. I saw a brief flash of recognition in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.
"Все в порядке ... Я не причиню тебе вреда ... Обещаю... (It's okay... I won't hurt you... I promise...)" I said, switching to Russian. "Это только я ... Это Скайла ... (It's me... It's Y/N...)"
He stopped, but I could clearly see the struggle for control happening behind his eyes. I prepared myself, ready for if he attacked. I took another slow, careful step towards him and, when he didn't make a move, took another. I made sure not to break eye contact.

Winter twitched, but never attacked. I took a few more careful steps towards him, until I stood right in front of him. He looked down at me, uncertainty shadowing his eyes. I put my hands, gently, on either side of his face.
"Beetle, this isn't you. Please... come back to me." I whispered.

"Y/N! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" A voice yelled from behind me. It was my adoptive mother, Natasha Romanofff. Bucky looked up, breaking eye contact with me. I saw the change in his eyes, more than anything else. Annoyance flashed through me.
"Natasha, you idiot." I muttered. Bucky pushed me away from him and I fell onto my knees from the force of it. I looked up to find Natasha beside me.
"Are you crazy? What were you thinking?!" She asked.
"I was trying to calm him down," I hissed. "No thanks to you, that plan failed."

I faintly heard running footsteps, then the familiar, resonating sound of a vibranium shield being thrown. It was my adoptive father , Steve Rogers.
As he threw the shield, my instincts kicked in. Not bothering to stand up; I opened my opaque wings and launched myself in front of Bucky. The force of the shield caused me to knock him over. I let go of the shield, as Bucky shoved me off of him. He stood up, and so did I.

Bucky turned his head to look at me. His eyes were smouldering with rage, and I knew what was about to happen, seconds before I felt the hard blow. I was knocked to the ground.

The last thing I saw was Bucky's foot smashing into my head, before everything went dark.

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