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Torment and Suffering are all Alexa Barnes knows these days.
The time spent in the warmth of her father’s embrace are long gone and the memories of a life before Hydra are faded thanks to the regular mind wipes.
The man who would take her to the park every Sunday, take care of her when she was sick and protect Steve Rogers from bullies is now long gone. Her dad is gone. Bucky is nothing but a Hydra Asset; a soldier who has been repeatedly broken and rebuilt.
Her life is now constant torture paired with cruel experiments that are inflicted upon her in the moments she isn’t cryogenically frozen or on missions.
She is a super soldier just like her father yet the serum affects her differently, his body reflects the strength the serum gave him. Whereas, Alexa, upon first glance appears to be the antithesis of Bucky. Her body looks frail and malnourished, as a body normally ends up becoming in her fucked up position in life, but her remarkable strength and speed perfectly rivals his even with his metal arm. However, she is weak from days of continuous fighting and very little sleep. It is extremely unlikely she could properly fight back if she has to do it again so soon.
Alexa is pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of the iron door of her cell being aggressively swung open. The Winter Soldier towered over her small body as she mentally prepared herself for what would happen next.
Hydra’s new favorite method of torturing Alexa was using her father to do the job for them. This would involve him being turned into the Winter Soldier before dragging Alexa from her cell into a room where the father and daughter would be forced to fight infront of investor until one of them was on the brink of death. She knew from Bucky’s masked face this is what would happen now. She also knew that he would never remember these fights because as soon as it was over he would be strapped down into the Memory Suppressing Machine before being cryogenically frozen until he was needed for something. Alexa tried everything to hate her father for what he was doing but she knew it wasn’t the real him and he had no real control over his actions, which hurt way more than she would ever admit. She never could seem to find it in her to hate him.
The Asset seizes her small, fleshy bicep tightly in his large, metal hand and drags her down white tiled corridors. Alexa’s ribs would often collide with the backs of his black combat boots causing a wound from a previous fight that hadn’t properly healed to split open, staining her her shirt with that familiar shade of crimson. Her eyes glistened as she tried to hide her injury in fear of it being exploited in their fight. Alexa could tell already that she was going to lose this fight, her injuries providing her with another disadvantage she couldn’t afford to have. Hydra would never allow her to have the freedom of death which she secretly longed for; so she didn’t have to worry about that, only the pain that would paralyze her. She is so hungry; Alexa cannot remember the last time she was given food with any nutritional value or any food for that matter. This would be an easy win for the Winter Soldier.
Sometimes Bucky would manage to fight the brainwashing and would recognize her. His little girl. His Alexa. His Lexi. He would immediately try and console her but they would both be dragged away from the safety that lay waiting for them in the comfort of each other’s arms. They would both be tortured for days at a time then have their minds wiped as a punishment. So the Asset learned to never let it be known to those around the pair that he remembered. Instead he would pull his punches and allow his daughter to win.
Today was not that day.
Alexa was pulled to her feet by the Winter Soldier as her eyes darted around looking at the familiar room.
At the other end of the room a two-way mirror hung ominously. Rich investors and high ranking Hydra officers, including both Alexa and Bucky’s handlers, would watch and bet on their fight. The walls, like the corridors, were covered in the same cracked white tiles but this time stained with smears of the duos blood from many of their fights. Her previous attempts to hide her pain from the gash in her side were a waste of time as it slowly dripped onto the floor adding to the filth. Overhead the blinding, white, fluorescent lights buzzed loudly taunting Alexa as she steps into her starting position towards the left side of the room.
She finally met her father’s eyes and saw no mercy.
An alarm blares signaling the beginning of the fight. Before Alexa can react the Asset darts towards her landing a punch straight into her jaw. She grunts in pain and steps back before kicking him in chest whilst pulling off his muzzle of a mask in a desperate attempt to get him to remember her. “Папа, это я!” (Dad it’s me) she croaks her voice full of fear that she no longer has the energy to hide.
The asset says nothing his eyes show nothing but anger and hatred as he tries to attack again. Alexa catches his punch and sweeps his legs causing him to fall to the ground. She makes another futile attempt to get him to remember her as he swiftly gets up from the floor. “Пожалуйста, папа...” (Please dad…) .
He slams her down to the floor causing a loose tile to slice deeply through her left brow. She cries out in pain as a thick stream of red coats her left eye making it difficult to see.
Alexa is hungry, weak and in agony. She forgives her father for what he is currently doing to her; she always has and she definitely won’t stop now.
The Winter Soldier lands a few more kicks in her already wounded ribs. She tries to get up but he pushes her back to the floor. Alexa whimpers in pain as he holds her up with his metal arm and closes his cold hand tightly round her throat. She claws feebly at his arm as he squeezes tighter. Her vision blurs as she tries to speak again, “Папа, это я...” (Dad it’s me).
The soldier applies more pressure to her neck; hot tears fall from her eyes as she tries a final time but in english, “it’s your Lexi, Dad…” she croaks before she blacks out.