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Christina Pierce thinks perhaps her unhealthy attraction to the Winter Soldier stems from their first ever encounter, but she's pretty sure other people would just call it a 'savior complex relationship'.

Or, the Winter Soldier meets the boss man's daughter.

The very first time Christina Pierce meets the Winter Soldier it's mid-2008 and she's only twenty-three years old, a law student at Georgetown University, with no fucking clue why the hell she's in the back of a van with a bag over her head. She's got to admit, she's pretty fucking terrified.

Unbeknownst to her at this point, her father— Alexander Pierce— is the new face of HYDRA, and his daughter has just become undeniably tangled in the terrorist organization's strings. Not that she knows what the hell is going on, it was just an average morning until she got snatched on her way to the metro rail.

Christina woke up that morning like she does every morning. She rolled her ass out of bed, started coffee, hopped in the shower. Let her long blonde hair air dry while drinking her coffee and eating her selected baked-good of the day from that bakery down the street . She wriggled into the outfit she'd laid out the night before— a navy and white color block blouse and a pair of skinny jeans— and applied her daily, basic makeup of foundation and mascara.

She'd left her apartment a quarter to eight and was making her way down the street to the nearest rail platform when someone had covered her hand with a gloved mouth and pulled her into the open door of a passing van. Christina hadn't even had enough time to scream in protest.

Trapped in the back of a moving van, she can hear people rattling on in a language she didn't recognize, something Eastern European. Christina can hear them repeating orders, though not understand the meaning. Eventually the van screeches to a stop and she's yanked to her feet, the bag over her head doing nothing to help her sense of direction.

She can hear the echoing of what she thinks must be the inside of a warehouse, feels insistent hands guiding her further inside. They don't make it much further into the building when the shots ring out, loud and jarring, reverberating in the space of warehouse. Someone slams her into a wall, forcing her to the ground. The concrete bites her knees, even in her denim jeans. Christina makes herself small, tries to free her arms from where their secured behind her in what she assumes is a zip tie.

People are screaming and running and gun fire is ringing through the air. It doesn't last for long though, not five minutes pass and the building becomes quiet again. No one is holding her down anymore, so she scrambles up from her feet, nearly falling over in her haste. She decides this is a mistake when she hears the marching of combat boots against the concrete.

Christina presses herself back into the wall as a gloved hand reaches out to pull the bag off of her head. In the dim light she sees steel blue eyes staring back at her from the cover of long dark hair. A mask, like a muzzle, adorns the bottom half of the man's face and his left arm is a metal cybernetic prosthetic. Oh god, she thinks, suddenly filled with terror, she knows exactly who this man is.

She can't decide if the Winter Soldier had saved her or is here to kill her. She isn't given much further time to figure it out though, when he reaches out and throws her, arms still secured with a zip tie, over his shoulder. A scream rips from her throat, kicking and struggling all the way to the black motorcycle parked behind the warehouse.

The man clad in all black tactical gear sets her on her feet and then frees her arms with a military grade knife that'd been secured at his waist. The instant her struggling begins he clamps the metal hand over both of her wrist and snaps a cold, even "Be good," at her. He pulls her onto the motorcycle in front of him, her thighs pressing into the warm gas tank as he speeds down the road toward an unknown location. In a short while they pull at a different warehouse where a military team awaits them in two vehicles.

Christina recognizes a S.H.I.E.L.D. S.T.R.I.K.E. Team member named Brock Rumlow waiting for them. Her savior reports to him, giving a brief but detailed mission report, before getting back onto his motorcycle and following one of the black vehicles out of the warehouse. "Your father will want to see you," Agent Rumlow says.

In the second black vehicle Rumlow and three other armed agents escort her to a secure location they keep referring to as The Vault. Christina is a little surprised when they arrive at a private bank. Needless to say it isn't actually a financial institution. Below ground in the covert base, she pauses in the hallway where the emblem of a skull encompassed by six serpent-like legs is painted in red. She doesn't need to be told where she is, she knows now.

She's taken to where her father is in the medical bay, debriefing the man who'd saved her. Only the man, an armed guard, a doctor, and her father are inside. When she and Agent Rumlow enter, the guard leaves. "Christina, sweetheart, I was worried." Alexander Pierce admits, giving his twenty-three year old daughter a hug. "Who were those people, dad?" She questions, clearly shaken up as she casts a glance at the dark haired soldier. "Just a few men who were looking to settle a score with me and this organization. The Asset took care of them."

Christina is inspected for injuries by the doctor, who afterwards looks over the Winter Soldier. Her father talks with the doctor and Rumlow the entire time, while the Soldier says nothing. He doesn't move, he barely blinks. She watches him with curious eyes and is able to admire his handsome face now that the mask is no longer in place.

The three of them eventually leave the room, still talking, expecting that Christina will follow. She instead remains planted standing a few feet from the Winter Soldier, knowing full well that he's a deadly weapon. She'd always enjoyed her share of conspiracy theories and before her stood the subject of the truest one. Yet a part of her feels compelled to thank him from saving her from whoever had kidnapped her.

Strutting over to the Soldier with as much confidence as she should can muster, Christina pauses an arm's length from him. What's she supposed to say? Thanks for slaughtering my abductors? Thanks for rescuing me, prince charming? She sure as hell has no clue, but both of those would have been better than attempting to press a kiss to a wary assassin's cheek. A metal hand closes instantaneously closes around Christina's neck, clamping over her windpipe and hindering her breathing. And, what the fuck does she do instead of panic, or struggle, or attempt to beg for her life? Press a kiss to his mouth instead.

The Winter Soldier freezes, grip going slack around her pale throat, and taking in the sensation of her mouth against his. He feels compelled to close his eyes, but doesn't. His superior— her father— could return any second, and he feels such an interaction with her would warrant punishment for him. The woman pulls back from his lips and looks at him in a combination of thrill and arousal. The scent hits him all of a sudden and has him reeling as he stares at the reddening mark around her neck. He'd been expecting fear.

Christina steps back from him just moments before Agent Rumlow returns to the room, "Miss Pierce," He calls, eyeing the Winter Soldier, "Your father wants to bring you home." And without so much as a second glance at the man who'd saved her, she joins her father in the hall and leaves the Soldier behind wondering why the hell she'd kissed and why he wanted her to again.

In the car on her way to her father's home, where she would stay as a security measure until something could be arranged, Christina mentions him. "He wasn't what I was expecting." She says to her father, who is reading over a file beside her in the back seat. "Who?" She turns to look out the window, reaching up to touch the forming bruise on her neck. "The Winter Soldier."

Her father casts her a sidelong look, an eyebrow arched. "Which is what?" Christina shrugs, "I don't know. Scarier? Uglier maybe?" Alexander Pierce removes his glasses, setting his paperwork on his lap. "The asset isn't one of your little toys, Christina. He's a machine." Scolds her father, looking more serious than she's ever seen him. "Yes, father."