Winter Soldier Fanfiction Novels & Stories

NADIA’S POV The wind whipped at me as I dashed through the pitch dark woods. The cold night air stung my skin and caused goosebumps to form across every inch of my body. My hands were stuffed in my pockets, but that wasn’t much protection against the biting wind. I shivered violently from head to toe as it whipped strands of my hair into my eyes. I turned another corner, hoping to find myself heading deeper into the forest. My breathing became ragged, and my knees wobbled weakly beneath my weight. The cold didn't help matters either.

It hurts everywhere, Nikolai throws a good punch, I give him that. I have to find a way to treat the wounds and apply ointment so they won’t leave scars. If I want to stand a chance of stealing Winter away from the greedy and powerful hands of Nikolai, the least I can do is look good or at least not look like a hideous monster. Winter loves Nikolai, I know. I can tell by the way she looks at him and the way her face lights up when she sees him or the way her cheeks turn red when someone mentions his name but even with all that I still can’t help it that I like her.

“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

A lot of investors and partners are waiting for me to get back in the city for meeting with me. I also massaged and called Love telling her that we will be leaving today. Now I am going to our apartment where I have to face my wife, and there is no chance that I can escape from her. I have given her pain, and now it's time for punishment which means deathly glares from Love. I hope her anger is melting down by now, and she forgives me. I was never so scared of anyone, but winter did something to me. Winter'S POV

Every time my breathing faltered, his grip tightened slightly, grounding me. No one spoke for a long time until Winter finally broke the silence. “I hate elven forests.” Oragon huffed quietly. “You hate most places that try to kill you.” “Yes,” Winter said. “But these do it with style which is why I hate it the most.” Despite everything, a weak smile tugged at my lips. It faded quickly when I shifted and pain flared in my side. Fenrir noticed instantly. “Don’t move.” “I barely did,” I muttered.

There was a figure inside one of the cars. Based on what I knew, it had to be Ruby. While I was eating stew, they must have gotten into another fight. Ruby had probably tried once more to drive down the mountain. However, she had underestimated the horror of the cold. Her body temperature must have dropped too fast. She froze inside the car, turning into an ice statue. That left only Rhett, Kelly, Nevin, and Luis. I wondered how they would handle things the next day, when the food ran out.

The tension in the room dissolved instantly, as if the explosive confrontation moments ago had been nothing more than a brief interruption. Only I, floating in mid-air, felt a bone-chilling cold as I watched the moving red dot. That wasn't me climbing, but rather a wolf. Before I lost consciousness, I heard the howl of a wolf. The sound was very close, just behind the rocks. The hungry wolf must've been dragging my corpse across the snow, leaving a long trail of blood. It had clamped its jaws around my leg, pulling me back to its den as its Christmas feast. Every flicker of that red dot was another jolt to my broken body.

They hit the jagged rocks and the skeletal branches of dead trees, the icy wind tearing at them as they fell. Winter’s head was pressed firmly against his chest by his hand. She couldn't see the world rushing past, only the frantic, thunderous rhythm of his heart drumming against her ear. Snow had fallen a few days earlier. In the valley below, thick layers still remained where the sun never reached. Chris wrapped his arms around her as they crashed into the snow. * Several loose rocks crashed into the snowbank below. Winter’s mind went blank for a moment. When she finally came to, she struggled to pry his arm away from her waist.

One of the doctors apologized to us, "We’re very sorry. He suffers from a severe mental illness. He escaped from the hospital this morning. We’ll take him back immediately." As they led him away, he kept looking at me with lingering attachment, though his gaze now held a vacant, unfocused quality. Later, with Rowan’s help, Aurelion Dynamics continued to grow stronger. Two years later, our first child was born. He was a handsome baby boy named Caelum Mercer. One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights."