BROWN HAIRED SEV IN THE HOUSEEEEEEEEEEEE

Im so ready for chapter 16 where u guys exprience Steve, Nat, and Sev together. They are so chaotic

THE CELL DOOR CLANGED OPEN WITH A jarring noise, startling Bucky from his restless thoughts. He stood up quickly, his eyes narrowing as he saw the HYDRA agents dragging Seven into the room. Something was different about her, but in the dim light, he couldn't immediately pinpoint what it was.

As they roughly shoved Seven forward, Bucky's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. Her blonde hair, the distinctive feature that had always set her apart, was now a rich, dark brown. The transformation was striking, making her look almost like a different person, yet somehow more like him than ever before.

Seven stumbled into the cell, catching herself just before she fell. She looked up at Bucky, her blue eyes wide and scared. Bucky rushed to her, his hands immediately going to her shoulders to steady her.

"Sev, what did they do to you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

Seven looked up at him. "They made my hair different, Papa," she said, her voice small and trembling. "They said I needed to look different."

He gently brushed a lock of her newly dark hair away from her face, marveling at how much it changed her appearance. "You look... you look so much like me now," he murmured, a mix of wonder and sadness in his voice.

"Do you really think so?"

Bucky nodded, a small, tender smile forming on his lips. "Yes, Sev. You look just like me."

She glanced around the cell until her eyes landed on the small, cracked mirror in the corner. She walked over to it.

As Seven stood in front of the mirror, she reached up to touch her hair, her fingers gently combing through the dark strands. Her reflection stared back at her, a mix of familiarity and strangeness. She tilted her head, trying to see herself the way Bucky did.

"I really do look like you," she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of awe and sadness. "I always wanted to look like you, Papa."

Bucky's heart swelled. He knelt beside her. "You've always looked like me, Sev. The hair color doesn't change that."

Seven ran her hand through her dark brown hair. It was now past her shoulders, down her back. "I think I like it, Papa."

"MISSION TIME," one of the agents barked, tossing a small duffel bag at Bucky's feet. "Get ready."

Bucky's heart sank, the familiar dread settling in his chest. He glanced at Seven, her wide blue eyes reflecting his own apprehension. "Come on, Sev," he said softly, picking up the duffel bag. "Let's get you suited up."

Seven nodded, her small hand gripping his as they walked to the corner of the cell. Bucky unzipped the bag, revealing a dark, tactical outfit for Seven and his usual mission attire. As they dressed in silence, Bucky's mind raced with the details of the mission brief he'd been given earlier. It was another high-stakes infiltration, but this time, Seven would be playing a crucial role.

The agents escorted them through the labyrinthine halls of the HYDRA facility, finally leading them to a large hangar where a sleek black helicopter awaited. Bucky helped Seven climb aboard, then settled in beside her, his mind already shifting into mission mode. As the helicopter lifted off, the roar of the rotors almost drowned out any chance for conversation, leaving Bucky to his thoughts and the gnawing worry for Seven's safety.

Bucky noticed a HYDRA agent's gaze was fixed on Seven, a peculiar intensity in his eyes that sent a chill down Bucky's spine. He subtly moved to place himself between Seven and the agent, his protective instincts flaring.

"Everything okay, Papa?" Seven asked, sensing his tension.

Bucky forced a reassuring smile. "Yeah, just stay close to me."

The agent's stare didn't waver, his eyes narrowing as they drew closer. Bucky felt a surge of anger and unease. He had seen that look before, a blend of curiosity and something darker. It was the look of someone who saw Seven as a tool, not a person.

As they passed by, Bucky turned his head slightly, locking eyes with the agent. His gaze was icy, a silent warning that spoke volumes. The man's smirk faltered under the weight of Bucky's glare, and he quickly looked away, pretending to be engrossed in his clipboard.

Bucky kept his eyes on the agent, ensuring the man understood the message: Stay away from my daughter.

They boarded the transport, settling into their seats. Bucky adjusted the straps on Seven's harness, double-checking them for security. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"I think." She said.

Bucky's look got firm. "You don't think, Sev, you know." He told her, his voice stern to get his point across. "I need you to be careful."

Seven nodded, her expression serious. "I understand, Papa. I'll be careful."

Bucky smiled, ruffling her newly darkened hair. "Good girl."

He squeezed her hand, feeling a surge of pride. Despite everything, Seven had grown into a resilient, capable young girl. He only wished he could shield her from the darkness that awaited them on every mission.

Despite the harsh environment, Bucky's heart was warmed by the presence of his daughter at his side. Seven, now nine years old, walked with a determined stride, her small frame exuding a quiet strength. She wore a tactical suit that matched Bucky's, a testament to her training and the harsh reality of their lives within HYDRA.

"You remember the plan?" Bucky asked, leaning close so only she could hear.

Seven nodded again. "Yes, Papa. I stick with you and follow your lead. We get in, gather intel, and get out."

"That's right," Bucky said, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from her face. "And if anything goes wrong, you find a safe place and wait for me. Understood?"

"Understood," she repeated, her voice steady.

He kneeled down, now in a more fatherly mode than demanding. He remembered their last mission and the way she froze up when she has to make her first kill. She couldn't do that again. It was either that or she gets in trouble.

He used his flesh hand to soft but firmly hold her chin so she was looking at him. His hand comforting despite there being a glove on his hand.

"Sev, I need you to listen to me." He saw Seven nod so he continued. "If you are tasked with killing someone, I need you to do it, don't freeze."

Sev was taken aback.

She didn't say anything until Bucky made her. "Seven, do you understand me?"

Seven hesitatingly nodded.

Bucky nodded, satisfied. He couldn't ignore the gnawing fear that something might happen to her, but he trusted in her abilities. They had trained for this, and Seven was nothing if not resourceful.

Their target was a fortified mansion on the outskirts of a bustling city, rumored to be a stronghold for a splinter group that had once been part of HYDRA but had since gone rogue. Bucky's mission was to eliminate the leaders and gather any intel on their operations. Seven's role was to act as a diversion, using her small size and agility to slip past guards and create distractions, allowing Bucky to move in and complete his objectives.

As they neared the drop zone, Bucky turned to Seven, his expression serious. "This is it, Sev. Remember, I'll be right behind you. Stay focused."

Seven nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "I will, Papa."

They moved through the dense foliage, keeping to the shadows until they reached the edge of the mansion's perimeter.

Bucky surveyed the scene, his keen eyes picking out the guards patrolling the grounds. He pointed to a small gap in the fence. "That's your entry point, Sev. Slip through there and head to the west wing. Create as much noise and chaos as you can. I'll take care of the rest."

Seven nodded, her small frame blending seamlessly into the darkness as she darted toward the fence. Bucky watched her go, a mix of pride and anxiety swelling in his chest. Once she was inside, he took a deep breath and began his own approach.

Seven moved like a shadow, slipping past guards and through narrow gaps with ease. She reached the west wing of the mansion, where a group of guards were gathered, chatting and laughing. Summoning her courage, she picked up a small rock and hurled it at a nearby window, shattering the glass. The guards spun around, their attention drawn to the noise.

"Hey! Who's there?" one of them shouted, moving to investigate.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Seven slipped into the mansion, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the guards shouting and the sound of footsteps as they scrambled to respond to the noise. She moved quickly, setting off small alarms and knocking over objects to create further chaos.

Meanwhile, Bucky used the commotion to his advantage, slipping through the perimeter and into the mansion's main building. He moved with lethal efficiency, taking out guards silently and methodically. As he made his way through the halls, he could hear the sounds of Seven's distractions echoing through the building.

Reaching the central office, Bucky found the leaders of the rogue group huddled around a table, oblivious to his presence. He moved swiftly, taking them out one by one with precise, silent strikes. With the leaders neutralized, he began searching the room for intel, quickly downloading files and snapping photos of important documents.

Just as he finished, he heard a soft footstep behind him. Spinning around, he saw Seven standing in the doorway, her face flushed with exertion but her eyes bright with triumph.

"I did it, Papa," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.

Bucky's heart swelled with pride. "You did great, Sev. Now let's get out of here."

In the chaos, Bucky didn't see the agent sneaking up behind him. Seven's eyes widened in horror as she saw the knife glinting in the dim light, the agent poised to strike.

"Papa!" she screamed, her voice piercing through the din.

Bucky turned, but not fast enough. Seven acted on instinct, her training kicking in. She raised her gun, her hands steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins. Her father's words echoed in her mind: "Don't freeze up."

Time seemed to slow as she squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, striking the agent squarely in the chest. He fell to the ground, the knife clattering away. Bucky looked at Seven, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and pride.

"Good job, Seven," he said, his voice filled with relief. His heart hurt when he saw the look in her face.

She nodded, but her hands were trembling now, the reality of what she had done sinking in. She had just killed someone. She had taken a life to save her father's. The weight of it threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed it aside. There would be time for feelings later. Now, they had to survive.

Bucky grabbed her hand, pulling her along as they made their way to the next objective. They planted explosives, set traps, and cleared rooms, their coordination flawless. But in the back of her mind, Seven couldn't shake the image of the man she had shot, the life she had ended.

The mission reached its climax as they made their escape, the facility erupting in explosions behind them. They ran through the chaos, their path illuminated by fire and smoke. Bucky's grip on her hand was tight, reassuring. They burst through the exit, the cold night air a stark contrast to the heat of the inferno behind them.

They didn't stop running until they reached the extraction point. Only then did they allow themselves a moment to breathe. Bucky turned to Seven, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, but tears welled up in her eyes. "I killed him, Papa. I had to... but I killed him."

Bucky kneeled down and placed his hand on her cheek. "I know, sweetheart. You did what you had to do. You saved my life. I'm so proud of you."

"It just... it felt so wrong." She looked at her papa, her eyes filled with tears. "Is it wrong?"

Bucky stroked her hair, his heart aching for her. Bucky took in her words for a moment. He didn't actually know if it was bad or not. He was honest with her. "I don't know, Sev."

She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with uncertainty. "Will it always be this hard?"

He sighed, his expression somber. "I hope not. But it's something we live with. The important thing is that you don't let it consume you. You did the right thing, Seven. You protected your family. Understand?"

Seven nodded. "Okay, papa. I understand."

Bucky ruffled her dark locks. "Good girl."