I'm doing something new with this story I have never done before; a gender bend. The story will primarily follow fem Bucky from later events in The First Avenger and quite possibly well beyond. If not into gender bends, don't read this story! As a side note, I deeply apologize if my Russian translation is horribly off. I was using an online program and copy / pasted what the English to Russian translation was. It is NOT my intention to offend or insult any nationality should I inadvertently botch their respective language and English translation. All people and nationalities are equal in my eyes.

Also, please forgive me if my genre listing(s) for this story are off. I really had no idea what genre to label the story as.

1 – The New Fist of HYDRA

"Bucky, noo!" Steve Rogers watched his beloved childhood friend helplessly fall from his reach.

He tried to save her, clinging on for dear life on a blown-out section of a train's wall. The horrified look in her blue eyes the moment she started to fall pained him in unimaginable ways. Here he was, Captain America, liberator of hundreds of soldiers beneath HYDRA's captivity and he couldn't save his best friend barely a foot away.

Further and further she fell from him and into the expanse of the chasm below. He heard her cry out in fear, knowing there was nothing either of them could do but accept her inevitable fate. The jagged rock faces of the cliffs reached out to her as her voice became muffled over the wind of the train charging down the tracks. Steve clutched onto the side of the train in agonizing grief with eyes unable to look away from where his Bucky had just been moments before. She was gone. Just like that.

What she could see of Steve grew smaller the greater the distance between them grew. Any all thoughts she had of them as children growing up together to their last moments fighting side by side was abruptly ended when she painfully impacted a jutting rock. She heard the bones in her shoulder and arm shatter the moment upon collision. No doubt a rib or few had been broken as well. The contact slowed her fall down, but not enough to avoid the punishment of a few other rocks. Each one she struck in her path downwards only worsened her condition. The entire left side of her body felt as though it had been torn wide open, starting with her left arm.

After her fall through the gauntlet of merciless rocks came the freezing cold embrace of the river. Down the rapid currents, she was swept. Bucky tried her best to keep her head above water, but the river was much too strong for her weakened body to fight. She was pulled beneath its depths and pummeled with chunks of ice also caught in its currents. She was then tossed against the rock riddled river floor again and again before allowed to resurface for air. Bucky couldn't fight it anymore and let the river do with her as it pleased.

Tiny slits of light through otherwise dark vision brought rise to an uneasy consciousness. Slate blue eyes lazily fluttered open as Bucky became aware of her dire situation. She had no way of knowing how long she had been lying there, sprawled out in the icy water and mud of the Danube riverbank. Every inch and fiber of her body screamed out in pain so much that she wasn't sure what hurt the most. If she was in this incredible amount of pain laying in what would be the equivalent of an ice bath, she couldn't imagine how bad she would feel once out of the river. She tried to cry out for help, but her body wouldn't have it. Sharp pains stole her voice and her breath even more so with each inhalation of the cold air she gasped for. The bitter taste of her blood filled her mouth and spilled from the corners of her chapped lips. The warmth of it was quickly stolen away by the frigid winds whipping her face. Its crimson painted her cheeks, down her neck and into portions of her matted short brown hair. So, this was how she was to die, body mangled and drowning in her own blood? Steve. Did he fall too? She couldn't recall. Everything happened so fast.

The ungodly skull-splitting pain in her head and ringing in her ears made recalling what happened extremely difficult. No. Steve didn't fall. Just her. He risked his life to try and save her. He failed. She was alone. Her only company was the cold earth pressed against her back, the river lapping at her lower torso and the rocks of the canyon walls laughing down at her in mockery. How was she not dead through the numerous ways that should have killed her? The rocks, the fall, drowning in the river, hypothermia from the extreme cold, internal bleeding...It didn't make any sense.

She knew there was no way someone was coming to save her this time, even if Steve and his Howling Commandos did survive the mission aboard Arnim Zola's train. The terrain was too unforgiving with no way of knowing where, exactly, she was. With that, Bucky allowed herself to succumb to another wave of unconsciousness.

Voices. She was moving. Steve? Did he actually find her? But…but how? Bucky forced her eyes open a second time. She was on a gurney and being carried away from where she just knew was to be her final resting place. No. That wasn't Steve. That wasn't his face. Those weren't his clothes. She was being carried by two men…they looked Russian. What was going on?

Bucky blinked in bewilderment and looked around. Trees. Grey sky. It was snowing. Pain. Nauseating pain that emanated primarily from her left arm and shattered shoulder. With a great deal of effort more than she would have liked, she turned her head to gaze down at the raw, bloodied stump of what remained of her left arm. It dragged in the snow almost level with the bottom of the gurney and left a blood trail in its wake. The fall. It must've happened in the fall. Her slate blue eyes pooled with tears of dismay and looked back at the man carrying the foot of her gurney.

Their gazes locked and he spoke. "Oна бодрствует." (she is awake) Bucky couldn't understand what he was saying. Were they planning on torturing her just as HYDRA did? There had to be a reason why they pulled her from the river and kept her alive.

"Уравновешенный ее," (sedate her) came another man's voice. "Она не должна повредить себя больше, чем она уже - должен она пробовать бороться." (She must not hurt herself any more than she already is should she try to struggle.)

Whatever these men were planning to do to her couldn't be any worse than what she had already been through during her fall.

The men stopped walking and sat the gurney down onto the bed of snow. Bucky felt its familiar chill welcome her back through the layers between it and her. A shudder ran down her spine and a labored gasp filtered through her cracked lips. The man she could see at her feet spun a brown canvas pack from behind him to the front of him. It was opened and a capped syringe withdrawn. She tried to verbally protest but couldn't. Not even trying to run away was an option with the current state she was in. The prick of the needle in her neck barely registered through the other pains she felt. The heat of whatever she had been injected with felt like liquid fire as it coursed through her veins. Soon afterward, a comforting warmth numbed her body and pulled her back into a heavy sleep.

Light filled her vision again before it was blocked out by unidentifiable figures clad in grey lab coats and black rubber gloves. In their hands were various tools to be used in what she could only guess was for surgery or torture. She knew she should be panicking, but her mind was too bogged down with potent pain relievers to really care. At least she wasn't in any pain. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Was this to ease whatever injuries she had sustained? Or to numb whatever was about to happen to her? From the corner of her eye, she was given another injection that induced more sleep.

But it wasn't as effective as it should have been for she woke up in the middle of a medical operation. Bucky didn't know where she was or even how to describe it. A thin white sheet was draped just enough across her probably nude form to allow some kind of modesty. Then she became aware of a buzzing sound filling her ears. Standing to her left was a hazy figure wearing one of those grey lab coats. In his or her hand, Bucky couldn't tell because of the face shield they wore, was a bone saw? The person was using it on what remained of her left arm. Bucky heard the sickening sounds of the saw's blade cut through flesh and bone. She knew if it weren't for the painkillers and whatever else her captors injected her with she would be in agonizing pain.

The operating figure stopped what they were doing the moment they noticed their patient was awake. "Кто - то! Быстрый! Поспешите! Она пробуждается!" (Someone! Quick! Hurry! She is waking up!)

A flurry of grey coats surrounded her from all angles. She tried to lift her right arm, but it felt as though made of lead. Either her body wasn't cooperating with her, or she was being restrained. Whatever the reason, the terrifying event she just inadvertently witnessed went black.

"Смотреть. Oна пробуждается." (Look. She is waking up)

Voices sounded distant and garbled in Bucky's ears. Her dry mouth made swallowing difficult. It was as though her mouth were full of cotton with a significant bit of it blocking her throat. Rolling her tongue around between her cheeks and the roof of her mouth let her know her mouth was empty. Why did she feel this way?

"Сообщите доктору Золе." (Inform Dr. Zola)

Zola. She knew that name. Bucky reached up to rub the heavy sleep from her eyes when she noticed it. Shiny metal caught the light from an overhead surgery light. The more she stared at the metal segments, the more she realized they formed an arm and hand that moved and functioned just like her original arm. Was…was she hallucinating from the pain medications and being subjected to sedation for as long as she had? This couldn't be real.

Bucky flexed the cybernetic limb as Zola's words resurfaced in her mind. It was right after HYDRA recovered her from the snow following an ambush on her unit. Dr. Arnim Zola loomed over her, his pudgy face coming into her immediate view while wearing a smug grin.

He spoke to her as he injected something into her neck. "Sergeant Barnes, ze procedure has already started." He caressed her cold flustered cheek with an oddly warm hand. "You are to be ze new fist of HYDRA."

Bucky didn't know what he meant at the time. Seeing this offensive attachment on her body gave new meaning to Zola's words. HYDRA's torturing and experimenting on her the first time was just the start of their demented plan. It enraged her. She reached out to a man, a supervising doctor standing too close to the side of her medical bed, and wrapped the cold digits of her metal hand around his throat and squeezed. She didn't care if she was crushing his throat or killing him. She wanted nothing more than to do the same to anyone else wearing a grey lab coat. They did this to her. They made her into some kind of a cybernetic Frankenstein abomination.

Zola rushed into view with a syringe in his hand. Without hesitating, he drove it into her chest with a smile across his lips. "Put her on ice."

Bucky couldn't get her body to respond to her brain's commands. She was limp in her captor's hands as they carried her scarred and naked form to large, heavy metal crafted chamber big enough to contain a person. She was tossed against a body support and held there while she was strapped into place across the chest, hips, ankles, and wrists. A third medical technician inserted a specialized IV into her arm, never mind Bucky fighting her left wrist's restraints to get free. If her new arm was as strong as she hoped it was, getting free should be trivial. She could feel the strap loosen and jerked and tugged against it. Her efforts were too late. Bucky was sealed inside the chamber, and it filled with frigid air. She dreaded what it was the rogue agency had planned for her. The sergeant barely had a chance to react when her entire body was rendered immobile and her mind dormant by rapidly forming ice. This was her fate; to be left at the mercy of HYDRA and their scientists.

Zola smiled triumphantly at the icy face he saw through the cryo-freeze chamber's window. "Zat should cool her off for a little while."

A female medical technician approached the doctor from behind. "Ven do ve proceed vizh ze condizioning?"

Zola's smile widened as malicious thoughts flickered in his eyes. "Soon. She is strong, and it will take a lot to break her." He folded his hands before him, one hand clutched around a red book with a black star on its front cover. "For now, I must continue my work on ze machine zat will be crucial to ze program."

Please let me know what you all think. I was actually quite hesitant to post this story, since I'm sure there's already tons of fem Bucky fan fictions out there. I personally haven't ready any so if this story seems like a rehash or rip off of someone else's, I deeply apologize.