Warm... it was quite warm outside. It had just rained less than an hour ago before you'd left the house. It tended to rain a lot in the summer, but you loved the rain and it was usually gone for an hour or so before returning.

You were headed to the mall to meet with some friends. Sunday's were one of your few days off of work, so spending that time getting a drink or two and spending that hard earned money on something fun was always nice.

You had never thought your regular ol' weekend would end so violently.

"(Y/n)!" Alexa called from behind you. Turning on your heel, you see the dark brunette running toward you, service dog in hand. "Jaimie said she'll be here in an hour and that we should eat since she's out with her boyfriend eating."

"Sounds good to me."

You couldn't quite remember what happened that morning, revisiting it while sitting, trapped, in the van. Perhaps the screams were a big part of it. You probably shopped at three stores before they started.

"Henry stay close to mommy!" A woman shouted as she ran with her son along with the crowd toward the exit. The three of you frozen getting pushed a part by the rushing people. By some miracle you hadn't dropped your bags, but compared to the horrendous sight before you, that didn't quite matter anymore.

There lied 8 bodies: strewn about the white tiled floor of the mall. Their heads were leaking red, some bleeding from their chests. You felt sick, but soon you felt the way you felt now: terrified.

Currently, his right arm was around you, so you couldn't feel the cool metal that had cracked the floor when he landed in front of you like a dark Superman. Metal fist on the ground and a haunting gaze as he looked up to face you.

When you tried to speak, nothing left your quivering lips. And when he rose, he took every ounce of you in before slinging you over his left shoulder, your bags in that same gasp of his while the large gun was in the other.

You listened to the shouting of the other men, but the one holding you ignored them. As panic began to set in, you moved slightly, hoping to work your way out of the metal grasp. However, he tightened his hold on you so you stopped moving once more.

"The asset has taken a woman; repeat, the asset has taken a woman." One of the men said into a walkie, rushing up behind the man— or "the asset", that had grabbed you. There was a scratchy voice from the walkie that you weren't able to make out before the man responded to the walkie. "Affirmative."

Bent over "the asset's" shoulder you could see the man point his gun at you and your heart stopped. Your kidnapper acted faster though, blocking the bullet with his metal arm before stomping over to the man and throwing him off the mall's second story. In the corner of your eye you could see the man be helped up before he disappeared from sight entirely.

If this man- asset- person- thing could do that to a trained man, the future only knows what this man would do to you. Even trapped beneath his arm you weren't sure and had only half a mind to think while focusing on all the men staring at you at the same time.

The asset has been giving them death glares the whole van ride. You had never felt so despised in a room over people before. With half the mind to lean into him, you just keep your head down, wondering when you were going to die.

'There's no way this is happening. This is just a weird dream.' You inhale deeply, eyes squeezed tightly. 'This is going to be all over the news. Will they even know I'm missing? If my friends are dead, my boss will realize. Oh my god... my friends could be dead. Why is this happening?'

"Hey Princess." A man spoke, but it wasn't the one beside you. Looking up, you see one of the men across from you looking at you. "Don't think you're staying long."

Not knowing how to react, you put your head back down. What to say, what to do, what to think.

"What's the problem bitch? Cat got your tongue?" The man laughed, earning a snicker from another. Glancing up, you see the man get up and walk over.

You try to force yourself into the seat of the van as he went to grab you. Flinching and squeezing your eyes shut, you felt a gush of air, but nothing else as the man let out a cry. Opening your eyes, you gasp as the man screams and grasps at his bleeding hand. Two men helped wrap the wound as the rest stared in shock.

Looking at the man beside you, he never spared you a glance. His gaze was focused on everyone else, his cold, metal arm still wrapped around you. Just the smallest shift of the arm brought both pain and a chill up your spine.

With a jolt, the van stopped and all the men got out and the cold, metal arm turned into a cold, metal hand grasping the back of your neck as you were lead out of the van, the man exiting first. Most of the men left, including the one with the bleeding hand. Three stayed with the two of you as you entered a building.

It was cold compared to the warm air outside. The walls were plain and tan, the floor grey and lifeless. The halls were surprising lit up, the only shadows were their own as the walked toward a giant silver barred gate.

Inside the gate stood many men: the men dressed head to toe in black, guns pointed at the man who brought you here, and an older, blond man wearing a grey suit.

"Take in into another room and await my orders." The man in the grey suit commanded. A man approached to escort you, but the metal arm man got in front of you, protectively. "Stand down. We will not hurt her."

The man stared at the other for a good minute before backing down. He grabbed you and lead you into another room, shoving you to the ground. Grunting, you try to ease yourself to relax your body, terrified of what's to come.

"Why did you take this woman?!" The man in the suit, director Pierce demanded an answer from his lowly assassin. The man didn't say anything, just stayed silent. "Well?!"

"I recognized her. I want her here." The man spoke, never blinking or breaking eye contact. The director sighed, sounding disappointment.

"You're an assassin working for a noble cause. You don't get to make commands." He scoffs. Looking down at the soldiers hand, he spots the bags the woman had once held in the store. "What are those?"

"If I cannot keep her, then I will stop helping you and kill half of your men." He states, face unchanging. The director stares at him, surprised by his words.

"We'll see how you feel after you've been put back under."

Screams filled the room, loud and masculine. You knew it was him, the man who brought you here. Probably punished for doing something so ridiculous. Perhaps they'd let you go now?

You don't know how long you were sitting there, or how long he was screaming. All you know is that you eventually fell asleep, overwhelmed and tired.

When you finally woke up, you found the man sitting across from you. Staring. Panic filled inside of you once more. Why weren't you home? Or even dead?

Taking a look around, the room was dark and empty besides the moonlight shining in from a small window. It was just you and him, as well as your bag of clothes that he had refused to let go of when he first grabbed you. Perhaps just truly adamant about keeping you.

"Who are you?" You ask, trying not to sound scared, though your first still trembled. The man continued to stare, refusing to answer you. "Where am I? Why did you bring me here?!"

Quickly, you stood to your feet, the man continuing to watch. You went to the door, trying to open in, only to fail, then the window to see how high it was and if there would be enough space for you to crawl out. Jumping up to look outside, two firm hands caught you.

"Hey!"

"You shouldn't be running about. If you get in trouble, they might kill you." The man finally spoke, setting you back down on the floor in the spot you once sat.

"Who are you?"

"I am the Winter Soldier. An assassin with no other purpose than to kill those who are a threat to Hydra." He explains, his deep voice spoke without emotion, his face a lack of expressions.

"I'm not calling you the winter soldier." You huff, staring at the threatening man before you. He stayed silent, blue eyes just watching. It brought a chill up your spine to have his eyes just on you. "What if I call you... Snowflake."

The room filled with silence. You wanted to know if he was mad or if maybe he even found it funny. But with that mask on his face, you couldn't tell.

"Snowflake?" His voice finally spoke. "Why?"

"W-well, you said you were the winter soldier and you have blue eyes, so... snowflake." He nodded at your words before sitting beside you this time. It felt like hours before you fell asleep.

Oddly, you felt a little safe with Snowflake by your side.