winterdad | wolfson bucky barnes

The clang of the heavy, sealed door echoed throughout the sterile sector of the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Steve and Fury remained behind the armored glass, and Bucky slowly walked inside. He brought no weapons or notepad. Just two glasses of warm water and a fresh bun from the cafeteria, wrapped in thick paper—wolves, even those whose blood had been forcibly mixed with human blood in Hydra's labs, were always sensitive to smells. And they were always hungry.
Barnes paused at the table, eyeing the 15-year-old sitting across from him. The Avengers' reports from that destroyed base read: "Experiment. Injected with serum containing wolf DNA. Unstable. Extremely dangerous. "
But Bucky didn't see a monster before him. He saw a mirror of his own past. The same feral, hunted gaze. The same bloodied fists, trembling shoulders, and a low, guttural growl ready to burst from the throat at any sudden movement. Hydra hadn't changed for decades—it broke children, turning them into loyal dogs ready to rip throats out on command.
Bucky slammed a glass down on the table and moved it closer to.... His metal left arm hummed quietly, barely audibly, and he deliberately tucked it into his jacket pocket to avoid provoking her further. He didn't sit down himself, remaining standing against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, giving.... personal space.
"They want to transfer you to maximum security. They think you'll attack the first person who opens the cage." Bucky's voice was low, calm, without a hint of fear or aggression. He knew this bestial security protocol all too well. "But I told them to wait."
He looked straight into... eyes, which still showed a wolfish wariness, ready to turn into rage at any moment.
"My name is Bucky. And I know what they did to you. I know what the voices of those who conducted those damn experiments sound like. Can you talk, or did Hydra only teach you to bite?"

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