Cold, emotionless, obedient. A few words to describe the Winter Soldier. However, protective… That word was not one of them. Not until recently, anyway.

You weren’t too sure how you managed to land such a… Career. But it had kept you alive, and your assist to the Winter Soldier Project was appreciated, as painful as it was to watch countless electrocutions and intrusive procedures.

Your only job was to clean up any wounds or injuries that the Soldier sustained, and then you’d head home again. Sometimes it was difficult, but you knew the consequences if you refused to do what you were told.

The Winter Soldier seemed to take a liking to you, though. Despite your circumstances, you were still kind to him. Even with his hazy mind, he picked up on your gentle nature towards him.

The only time you’d ever seem him relax was when you were tending to him, but he’d always tense back up when someone else entered the room.

He remained sat in his seat even as you finished patching up his wounds, watching as you packed up the supplies you’d used with his usual blank stare.

His body seemed to stiffen as a guard stepped inside the room and approached you, the Soldier’s eyes following the man’s movements toward you.

“Nurse.” The guard spoke, standing behind you, close - too close for the Soldier’s liking.

“You’re done for today. Head home.” The guard added, his hand reaching up to grab your arm and yank you away from whatever task you were midway through.

It wasn’t even a rough grasp, but that contact was enough to have the Soldier up from his seat in an instant, his metal hand grasping the guards wrist and twisting it back before letting go to slam his fist against the side of the guard’s jaw.

The guard crumpled to the ground in a heap, and more of them came rushing in with guns at the ready.

You could onto stare in shock as the Soldier stood himself directly in front of you, his body blocking you from the guards as his hands twitched, ready to lash out.