Screams. They were heard often, especially from the Red Room. Nobody payed attention to them, but they kept coming. Screams of pain, anguish, and torment. Relentless, agonized screams. But screams weren't the only thing coming from the Red Room. A man would be continuously dragged in and out of the room, always coming out different. He never tried to struggle, like being tortured was natural for him. His eyes were ice blue, and his gaze as cold as a winter night. Dark brown hair was always in stringy strands down to his shoulders. Whispered rumors were spread about him, but he didn't care. To be honest, he didn't care about anything except his missions and orders. Free will was a fantasy for him; a myth that didn't exist. He didn't know how to do anything but obey. Restraints became almost comfortable for him, being trapped in them for so long. Defeat and submission were normal for him, like they were part of his DNA. His feelings, if he had any, were never shown, only hidden under the shell of a human body. The only thing keeping him from cowering away or fighting back was his memory. He never remembered anything, and even if he did it would be washed away shortly. The public knows him as the Winter Soldier, a heartless criminal who murders innocent people. But if you look closely, he's not a villain. He is a victim; a tormented human whose mind has been twisted and changed. Before he is wiped, a look of confusion and hurt is displayed on his face. He wants to remember, but nothing could stop the brainwashing from happening. In pure defeat, he would allow them to strap him into the machine. Then the screams would come. Screams of pain, anguish, and despair. Screams echoing off of the walls of the corridors. Screams that displayed the true emotion of the Winter Soldier. Screams that entered your ears, and never came out. Screams that only a heartless person could dismiss like they were normal. Screams that no matter how hard you tried, you could never forget.