"Bucky were is Trever?" I asked my husband

"he was outside with Rebecca" Bucky said walking into the kitchen

"please go get our son and daughter so they can clean up for dinner" I responded

"of course doll" he said kissing the top of my head

Maybe I should rewind the story quite a bit in order for you to understand what this is all about.
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Trinity's POV

"your such a little whore" he said slapping me across the face

"Cole I swear I didn't do anything" I said backing into the corner of the room

Of course it would never be far enough away from the man who once was simple and sweet. The man I instantly fell for, but turned out to be just like my father always was. I really knew how to pick people to trust and be around don't I. The army wasn't my first option, but after what I had been through they needed me. When the government found out what I was capable of and what I had gone though.

They wanted me to become their hitman, and I was the best they would ever have. Of course nothing last forever in my world no matter what it is. Whether it's a loving boyfriend, or a happy family, being wanted by the government. To be the perfect assassin, to kill the target they told me to, to use my powers when they needed me to. For me to go from my family to the red room, to Cole and the army then to hydra.

Now here I am working for the government as their perfect hitman. One mistake they told me, and that would be the end of me considering I was a secret spy. I was their secret weapon and no one knew my true identity out there. I've heard of the winder soldier, and I keep telling myself no matter what. Whether you went from being a good soldier to a bad or a bad to a good.
Once a soldier always a soldier and it would be that way for the rest of anyone's life.

It came with a lot of trouble, PTSD, nightmares, constant worry. The fear someone will leave or turn against you when they see the real you. The thought that you will never find a home that will trust you and love you no matter what. That is what my life is, I can't speak English, well I can, but I choose not to. Why because when you make a mistake and your supposed to be secret. The government can take you out without question and no one would notice.

Am I going to be saved probably not, the day my father sent me to the red room I knew this was it. I knew from that moment on I was nothing more than to be a good little soldier for anyone and everyone. Weather it was the red room, army, secret government, or hydra maybe even aliens who knows. I was and will always be a soldier and nothing more, I won't find love, I can't find love. Who wants this broken, ex military, only used for government needs person.

No one that's exactly what I mean, I'm not worth much anymore I don't think I ever was. Okay I know what ya'll are thinking, your worth a lot I'm sure it's not that bad. It is because fury had the Tony Stark custom make me magic cuffs to attach to my bed at night. I get really bad nightmares at times and can't control my powers in my sleep. I have done some serious damage a few times so fury also known as the director of S.H.E.I.L.D.

Had Tony create something that would help, but he hasn't met me before in person. He knows I exist which is dangerous as it is, but fury trusts him. So if fury trusts Tony and the rest of the avengers then I guess he can know for now. Fury said not all the avengers know actually, even Natasha thinks I died in the red room. She was saved right before I had gotten out and taken for the governments usage.

Of course It's not like I had a choice in the matter anyway. So then once going into the army and training more after the red room. I was kept on watch by S.H.E.I.L.D and the rest of the government then ended up getting taken. I was on a mission and I remember the day clearer then any other day I've gone through. I mean who wouldn't remember the day you failed a mission for the government.

The day you were supposed to die because you messed up the coding in English. In all honesty it wasn't my fault they should speak better English then what they learned. You'd think for American soldiers they would know how to properly translate to my native language. Of course I can speak just about any language with complete ease. Such as German, Russian, Romanian, Latin, French, Portuguese, Spanish, English, Japanese, Vietnamese, Chinese, Italian, Greek, Korean, Arabic, Bulgarian, Irish, Slovakian and Dutch.

That's for the most part so nineteen different languages I can speak fluently.Yes it can be complicated that's why the mission I ended up failing was my issue. It was a language barrier that messed me up and I got confused with orders. They said one target and the plan for them and when I would be told to shoot or whatever I was doing.When they were supposed to give the signal they changed a few words and I got confused and shot the wrong person.

That person being one of the agents and I had no idea what I had done at that moment. All I know is I was taken then put into a cell until fury found me and took me into hiding. There I was taken off the grid and everyone thought the government killed me for real. That or someone took me and no body was found or left to discover. Until of course fury decided it was time I meet the team of avengers and get to know others outside of myself and him.

It will be hard I know that especially after everything I've been through and still go through everyday. From the triggers of being in the military, to the PTSD of being with hydra and the red room. I knew so many people, but killed more than I know and it haunts me to this day. Sometimes in my sleep, sometimes during the day it all depends.