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Dust to Dust (2)

Summary: Where did Hydra come from? An idea? A twisted dream? For an organization that spans centuries, it kept relatively quiet until contemporary times.The Super Soldier serum wasn’t dreamt up over night, but was the product of numerous experiments both unethical and violent over the course of the century. It was going to be the end of all conflicts between good and evil. Scientists died trying to determine the next level of the serum, only for it to be stolen by enemies. Back and forth until one side had the advantage.

Mabel Foster was everything the ideal woman should be in 1914. She was well brought-up, wealthy, educated and the heiress to a large fortune. When her father died in a much publicized U-boat attack by the Germans, Mabel made a decision that changed the course of history by enlisting in the French Army during WWI.

After an ambush gone bad, Mabel found herself captured by an early group of Hydra.100 years later she’s discovered in a desolate Hydra base and is taken by the Avengers for safe-keeping and questioning. Little do they realize that all of their destinies and pasts are directly connected through the nest that Hydra weaved.

Pairing: Bucky x OFC (Original Female Character)

Rating/Warnings: Mature- Graphic violence, torture, PTSD, smut

(Masterlist found HERE)

“Quand je marche dans la rue, la rue vers le Sacré-Cœur. Je me souviens des promesses au nom de l'amour. Je vais t'attendre là. Viendras-tu pour moi?”

“(When I walk in the street, the street to Sacred Heart. I remember the promises in the name of love. I'll wait for you there. Will you wait for me?)”

-The Civil Wars (Sacred Heart)

French Countryside- Location Classified- Summer 1917

Mabel's unit was due to receive their first batch of American soldiers. Once the States had entered the war, it had caused quite the ruckus throughout the ranks of Mabel's senior officers.

They had the advantage now, they argued; it was the German’s folly for tempting the Beast and now the Central powers would pay for their actions.

“Garnier!” The leader of Mabel's unit snapped at the young officer and she jumped to attention at her name. As the years had passed, she'd almost forgotten her birth name. She naturally responded to Pierre Garnier on so many occasions she felt that it'd become a part of her on a biological level.

“The 107th just arrived,” her Captain explained with a long sigh when she jogged up. She knew that meant more coordinating and late nights for the older man who barely slept as it was. “I need you to grab a handful of them and report to the mess for assignment.” He passed off a list of names that Mabel scanned for any semblance of recognition.

Jonah was just entering the age where he could potentially be drafted. It ached Mabel's heart to think that he could be shipped out and murdered just a few feet away from his sister.

The 107th was New York's reserve after all.

With the list in hand, she hurried off toward the front of the camp to report to the American’s senior officer. When he introduced himself as Captain Sanders, Mabel had to fight the blush that threatened to spill over her cheeks.

Sanders had been pursuing Mabel for many years as a potential suitor. He came from old-money and his father was a retired General from the Civil War who'd worked closely with Mabel's family.

Fortunately, the worn leader did not recognize the Manhattan heiress in her current disguise.

“I need Rogers, Marsh, Williams, McDonald, Asher, and Meyer,” she detailed the list and looked up for the small squad of soldiers. Sanders repeated the names into the crowd of soldiers and a few bright faced young men moved forward.

“Here's your boys, I recommend you get to it before someone changes their mind,” Sanders gestured to the group and passed them off to the French soldier.

“We have orders to report to the mess hall for a special assignment,” she announced. Her low voice that she tried to use when she spoke English broke slightly and a few of the men, McDonald and Meyer, murmured under their breath about French pansies.

Mabel elected to ignore the comment and marched forward a few feet ahead of the group.

“They're a bunch of assholes,” a voice commented from Mabel's side. “I know the crap you've all seen out here and you are much bigger men than these fools.”

“I appreciate that,” she gave him a curt nod and offered her hand. “Pierre Garnier.”

“Joseph Rogers,” the blonde gave her a firm handshake and smiled. “When my wife and I left Ireland, didn't think I'd have a chance to see Europe again.”

He had a slight Irish accent that Mabel had only noticed after he mentioned his origins. It was subtle; he’d managed to grasp the New Yorker accent well- not that Mabel was going to admit it.

“Are you in the States now?” She inquired, knowing full well he was from New York based off of the little information she knew of him. But, Pierrewouldn't have necessarily known that.

“Brooklyn,” he replied with a shrug. “Got my wife and our soon to be baby settled before shipping out.”

“Congratulations,” Mabel murmured, a pang of sadness hitting her when she realized he'd probably miss the child's birth during his service.

“Thank you,” he gave a grin. “Sarah is wagering it's a boy but I'm positive it's going to be a little girl. I was the first and only boy in my family. Us Rogers’ make girls.”

“I guess we shall wait and see,” she commented with a reassuring smile. Joseph seemed so kind compared to the cruel and violent world she'd become accustomed to.

“What about you? Family around here?” he questioned the soldier. Mabel knew he was trying to be friendly, but she was so out of touch with normal social practices that the question came out of nowhere.

“I have a fiancé in the States,” she replied quickly. It wasn’t entirely a lie, considering Pierre was her betrothed, but neither party had an interest in following through with the arrangement. “And a sister back in Paris.” Well, Pierre, had a sister in Paris.

“I’ll make sure we wrap this war up quickly then,” Joseph chortled. He clapped a hand on Mabel’s shoulder. “Can’t keep you and your lady away for too much longer. It’s just inhumane.”

“Feels like this war is never going to end,” Mabel grumbled lightly before saluting the waiting soldier outside of the mess.

“That’s going to be up to you, Garnier,” her superior officer had heard the comment and smirked in her direction. “You men are some of the best shots in Europe and the powers that be have decided to put their faith in you.”

“When did it really hit you?” Steve asked Bucky while they watched the frail woman sleeping in the medical bay. They’d been instructed to wait outside the room while doctors and nurses fretted about.

“When did what hit me?” the brunette asked, not bothering to look up at his companion. Instead, he kept a tight blue gaze locked on the woman as her chest slow rose and sank on the sterile bed.

“The reality of what had happened,” Steve clarified. “Time travel, Hydra, and the general confusion.”

“Not sure if I’ve fully accepted it, to be honest,” Bucky replied. He gave a long sigh and narrowed his eyes at a machine showing the woman’s vitals. For 120-something years old, she was doing pretty well. Perhaps it was a testament to Hydra’s scientific ability.

“I get that,” Steve shifted his weight. “I keep thinking I’ll wake up and be tiny again.”

“Hey, you never know,” Bucky glanced at his friend and allowed a grin. “We’re all just test subjects right?"

“I don’t know, if whatever is in us kept her going for 100 years, maybe I’ll never see it happen,” he joked. Steve gave Bucky a punch and the latter muttered under his breath.

“Punk,” he shook his head and continued to stare through the glass. “Her face- it seems familiar. But I can’t place it.”

Admittedly, when Bucky first saw the mysterious woman, he felt that tugging at his memory he hadn’t felt since initially leaving Hydra’s control. He couldn’t place it. She never worked with him on missions and she was too young to have been out of freeze for very long to interact significantly with him.

“Anything bad?” Steve’s voice revealed an air of worry to Bucky’s comment. “Maybe a sleeper agent?”

“No,” he frowned. “Nothing like that. I would have known.”

He’d been instructed to work with a number of agents from around the world. Bucky would have definitely remembered her.

“I’m sure we’ll find out then,” Steve nodded toward the med bay where the woman was beginning to stir. Non-essential staff was ushered out by the lead doctor and Steve was gestured to go inside. “Wish me luck.”

“Don’t die,” Barnes teased in return, helping his friend by opening the glass door for him.

Steve made his way to a chair by the woman’s beside and waited patiently for her eyes to flutter open.

After she falsely recognized Steve in the Hydra base, it was decided that perhaps he be the one to introduce her to the new world she now resided in. He definitely had the experience, both personal and professionally helping Bucky.

Bucky leaned into the glass, wishing more than anything he could hear the conversation that was occurring in front of him. Steve spoke first, and Bucky could tell the super soldier was talking in hushed and calming tones. The woman simply sat up in her bed and stared.

Her eyes trailed around the room, studying the various pieces of equipment and the doctor who stood quietly to the side, before settling on the blonde once again. Bucky was suddenly thankful for the one-way glass that surrounded the room.

If she was frightened, she didn’t reveal it physically. Clearly this was a person who had mastered masking their emotions long before this encounter. Next to Bucky, a psychologist was listening through a headset to what was being said and scribbling down notes. The former assassin tried his best not to be nosy but caught a few glimpses of what had been written down.

Hesitant, observant, nervous

Nervous? Bucky did not agree with that assessment one bit. He knew that look and it wasn’t a nervous one. If anything, she was prepping an escape or mentally taking in her potential threats before making a decision. Steve stood up and offered a hand to the woman and she gave it a gentle shake, her eyes still watching him with suspicion and judgement.

Psychologists were a load of crap anyway- at least in Bucky’s opinion. They didn’t do anything and honestly caused more trouble than they resolved. Sure, Steve would probably disagree, but Bucky refused to back down from his stance.

She still hadn’t opened her mouth- choosing instead to listen to the information given to her. The doctor now stood forward and ran through some clinical information. Steve was off to the side, occasionally sending the woman a reassuring smile or nod after the doctor said something. After that, the doctor left the room to just Steve and the woman.

Now it was Bucky’s turn.

When the doctor went into the hallway, she gestured for Bucky to go inside. Clearly they were happy with the young woman’s progress if he was allowed inside. Steve was supposed to cover the basics- Hi, you’re in the future. I’m from the past too. Everything is ok, you’re not with Hydra anymore. Bucky was mainly there for moral support.

He opened the door and slid inside as quietly as he could. He didn’t want to rattle her; knowing full well how every sense was tuned to the smallest stimuli after freezing.

“This is James Barnes,” Steve introduced, pushing him a little closer to the woman. “He was a soldier too, in a different war with me.”

“Hello,” he greeted, suddenly feeling very awkward and clumsy under the woman’s hazel gaze. It seemed like the color of her eyes had hardened now that she was a little more conscious.

“I remember you,” she simply stated, her expression unchanging and sending a chill down Bucky’s core. She recognized him as well. He wasn't crazy. He tensed, waiting for more information, readying himself to fight.

“He was in the lab with us when you initially woke up,” Steve tried to interject but she shook her head.

“No, before this,” she noted, her expression slipping to confusion a brief moment before the mask covered her again. “You’re still young.”

James was at a loss for words. He hadn’t encountered a single soul from Hydra who didn’t mean him malicious intent, perhaps he'd forgotten a bitter past? Maybe she was a sleeper agent he'd encountered briefly during his training? He stood there, his expression souring before Steve intervened with a quick question.

“What do you remember?” he prompted the woman, his hand going to Bucky’s arm to calm the man. It was probably for the best. Bucky felt like he was about to make an incredibly stupid decision if left to his own devices. He kept his mouth shut and let Steve do the talking. Even if he thought Steve was an idiot for underestimating this woman's past, perhaps violence wasn't the best approach.

“I met you twice,” she continued, her voice growing in strength while she spoke, her body language suggested no anger or resentment, but perhaps she masked it as well as her other thoughts. “Before and after…” she gestured toward his left arm and frowned. Was that guilt he detected? Perplexed, Bucky felt his chest loosen and he grabbed an extra chair from the side of the room, sliding it next to Steve's. The blonde soldier` took note and sat down next to him, his eyes glancing in Bucky's direction, ready to jump in if needed.

“They did a- er- something on us-,” she paused trying to find the correct word. “Transfusion sanguine.”

A blood transfusion, he mentally translated. From time to time he recalled flashes of his fall from the train; the agony of losing his left arm and the subsequent surgery that followed.

“Your arm was not saved, despite their efforts,” she explained, the hardening in her eyes shifting to pity at the man in front of her. “The transfusion saved your life. They said something about a serum. It was in Russian so I didn’t understand it all.”

“What happened after that?” Steve tried to pull more information from the woman, but her eyes became distant and she shook her head.

“I don’t think that’s a story for today, my apologies,” she practically whispered the words, her voice hollow and shaking. That was fear, Bucky realized. And he was pretty sure he knew why.

“Your name’s Mabel, right?” Bucky finally spoke up and the auburn haired woman looked startled at his sudden question. She looked as tense as he felt, perhaps she had been reading him while they spoke. He repeated the name in a softer tone. “Mabel Foster?”

“No one has said that name in a very long time,” she replied with a weak smile, visibly relaxing. “But yes, that is the name I was given at birth.”

The trio fell silent before Steve stood and announced that Mabel needed to get some more sleep before they tried to talk again. Bucky murmured his agreement before Mabel interrupted their leaving with a small question.

“You said I’ve been asleep a while,” she looked uncertain a moment, as if she wasn’t interested in the answer to the question but knew she had to ask. “And you’re still here…” she trailed off when she looked at Bucky. Her expression lost and distant a moment, they waited for her to continue. When she jumped back to reality, she finally was able to phrase the question. “What year is it?”

Steve stumbled over words before Bucky stepped forward and knelt down next to the woman’s bed so he was eye level with her. He wasn't going to pull the punch. The sooner she find out, the better.

“It’s been a hundred years, Mabel,” he stated firmly. The woman didn’t look surprised, he noted while he waited. She rustled some of her blankets and repositioned herself on the small hospital mattress.

“I see,” she merely commented. “Thank you Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Rogers.”

The men could tell that was her way of dismissing them and they quickly parted the room. When they entered the hallway, the medical staff had all but disappeared. Tony and Natasha had made their way to the level and were muttering amongst themselves.

The lights in the room dimmed when Mabel fell back into her bed. Before Bucky could catch another look, Tony blacked the glass out, conserving the woman’s privacy for the evening.

“She knew you,” Natasha stated when the soldiers approached their duo. “Are we sure she isn’t an agent?”

“I don’t think so,” Bucky insisted. He ran an anxious hand through his mess of brown hair and shook his head. “She gave me a blood transfusion. I think she was a science project for them.”

To his core, Bucky felt sick at the idea of the woman waiting around to be harvested after he returned from missions. Perhaps it’d been a one-time thing and she’d been the most stable with his serum?

“We’re still working on the files we gathered from the base,” Tony’s voice brought Bucky out of his daze and he saw that Steve and Natasha were listening intently. “It was built by a Dr. Krauss toward the middle of World War 1. Funded by a wealthy beneficiary in the German empire with Hydra ties but that’s all we know right now. Hopefully when our friend is feeling up to it, she can provide a little insight."

“If we can trust her,” Natasha reminded him coolly. Of course the red haired spy was careful to believe anything an outsider brought to the table. She needed all the facts, and if the facts showed anything at this point, this woman was no better than Bucky was at his height of power in Hydra.

“I’ve got nothing but time,” Tony laughed, folding his tablet shut and turning on his heel toward his apartment.

Germany- French held Trenches- Midnight- August 1917

“She lost the baby,” Joseph whispered to his companion over the hum of explosions and stray gunshots. “In June, I guess.”

“Joseph, I’m so sorry,” Mabel gave her friend a genuine look of misery for his suffering. The blonde-haired man leaned up against the muddy trench and frowned.

“I’m supposed to ship back for a week in October,” he continued solemnly. “Maybe we can give it another try.”

“Perhaps,” Mabel agreed quietly, unsure of what else to supply to him. When her cousin lost her first child, the woman was inconsolable. What Mabel would do for Joseph to be by his wife’s side during this devastating time...

“Our neighbors are watching her,” he added. “The Barnes’. They just had a boy of their own a bit ago. Sarah said he’s a sweet kid, a quiet baby. Hopefully that’ll help. Gee, I don’t know.”

He gave a bitterly sad laugh. The pain was echoed through the trench a moment.

“I was technically right,” he added after a few heartbeats of silence. “It’d been a girl. Her name was Maria after Sarah’s mother. They found her a little plot outside of the cemetery.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah,” he agreed softly. “I’m gonna visit her when I go back.”

“Send my regards,” Mabel replied, she blinked back a few tears that threatened to spill over.

“Her Uncle Pierre will always be welcomed,” Joseph snickered. “I’ll make sure Sarah sends some goodies back with me. We gotta fatten you up.”

PART 3

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