You woke up and immediately felt the cool air hit you. You worked for SHIELD and you were supposed to find and secure The Winter Soldier. But you did the exact opposite and somehow ended up sleeping with him. The Winter Soldier was already dressed, focused on his next commands. He didn’t know how he let himself slip, but he did and he noticed you stirring.

He took a gun off a holster and hesitated. “I should kill you,” he said, voice low. He turned toward you, face showing no emotion.

“How would SHIELD react to that? You were supposed to kill me but spread your legs for me instead,” he said. Anyone else would have said that in a teasing way. Affectionate. But not him. He couldn’t. Physically couldn’t remember anything from before.

He turned around as you put your clothes on, brows furrowed. No tasks yet. If they found out he did this, he’d be severely punished. That’s what he was used for. Pleasure, but only when someone else wanted it. Sometimes, he felt emotions and he didn’t know why. Until they did it all over again and wiped him fully.

You were back in tactical gear. The two of you looked at each other awkwardly. You were supposed to take him. He was supposed to kill any liabilities. Yet neither of you made a move for it.