Some of these events are from Captain America: Civil War. I do not claim ownership of those events, nor do I claim ownership of the characters from the Marvel Universe. I do claim ownership of the main character, and any dialogue or actions that the main character does.
Hail Hydra! Hail Hydra!
The words circled around in my head in a continuous loop.
Lets just say the Winter Soldier plus the other five weren't the only ones.
I was a... secret project.
Hail Hydra... Hail Hydra...
I cried out in pain, before the words escaped me.
"Hail Hydra! Hail Hydra!"
Writhing in pain on my bed, I was almost oblivious to the fact that two people ran into my room.
"Odessa!"
"A-ah ma-make it stop!" I whimpered.
Steve grabbed my wrists while Nat managed to sit behind me, and held my legs still with her own.
I was only 19 years old, but Hydra had gotten a hold of me, broke me until I couldn't think. Like the Winter Soldier, I became their perfect little weapon. The Seventh Soldier.
Tears streamed down my face as the memories poured back in.
Tied up in a chair, electrical shocks coming every five seconds.
Jumping from a rooftop onto a car, then shooting the man inside, right between his eyes.
Slashing another mans throat as his family watched.
Sparring with the Winter Soldier.
Hydra scientists ripping out my finger nails, and replacing them with metal claws.
The same scientists cutting my right hand off, and replacing it with a metal prosthetic.
"Odessa, calm down!" Steve yelled.
I froze and felt his grip loosen. Nat let go and I let myself go limp.
These episodes were happening more frequently, and getting worse.
"Steve, Nat, I'm so sorry," I whispered, my Russian accent thick.
Steve pulled me up, and wrapped his arms around me. He had become like a brother/father figure, always there when my episodes started.
Murderer. Liar. Traitor.
"Lets go get a cup of coffee. Okay?"
Nodding shakily, I stood up.
Nat walked with us to the kitchen, then excused herself.
Steve made a pot, and poured me a cup after it was done.
Even though it was still scalding hot, I practically inhaled it.
Shaking his head, Steve laughed softly. "I still don't know how you can do that."
"Pain and I came to an understanding a few years ago."
He turned on the tv, and the first channel that popped up was the news, showing what had happened in Lagos.
I sighed. "Wanda."
Steve nodded. He had been there when her powers when haywire, and the explosion went into the building.
A while later, we were sitting in Wanda's room, talking about what had happened.
"Vis! We talked about this!"
"Yes, but the door was open and I assumed that..." Vision said pausing. "Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr. Stark was arriving," He explained.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you. We will be right down," Steve assured him.
"I'll use the door," Vision said. " Oh, and apparently, he's brought a guest."
"Who?" I asked.
"The Secretary of State," he said before leaving.
We walked to one of the conference rooms, and after we were seated, the Secretary rambled about a heart attack, and then going on about how we were dangerous.
Then he told us about the proposed accords.
"And what happens if we come to a decision that you don't like?" Nat asked.
"You retire."
I sat quietly as they argued.
This was stupid. All the accords were going to do was make it so we couldn't operate when we needed to and give the Governments complete control over us.
I was not going to become some ones bitch again.
Holding my metal hand up, I examined it.
Steve got a text, and he looked troubled.
"I have to go."
He stood up and rushed off.
I followed him.
"What is it?"
"Peggy. She's gone."
Soon we were at her funeral, and I examined the black and white photo of her by the coffin.
She was so beautiful.
We stayed until it was over, and Steve was talking to her niece.
She left, and Nat walked in. They talked for a minute.
"I'm sorry I can't sign."
Nat nodded.
"What about you, Dessa?"
"You know I can't. Nat, you know that. I can't let myself be controlled anymore, even if it is for good," I told her.
She nodded.
The accords were today.
The bomb.
The King of Wakanda was dead.
The Winter Soldier was blamed.
"Bucky didn't do this."
"I know," I said sighing.
We were on Steve's motorcycle, and he stopped at an apartment complex.
"Bucky?"
"Yeah."
We found the apartment, and Steve started looking around while I stood in the center of the room watching.
"How do you know he is going to be here?" I asked, tipping my head.
"We don't."
The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.
Turning around, Bucky was standing behind me.
"Explain," he stated.
His eyes darted down to my hand, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Long time no see, Soldier."
Bucky ran to the window, and grabbed a black duffel bag before jumping out of the window.
"Dammit!" I exclaimed.
"Language!" Steve yelled as we followed Bucky.
I rolled as soon as I landed on the roof, and sprang to my feet as soon as I was sure I wouldn't break anything.
A man dressed all in black with metal claws landed on Bucky, and I ran to try and help.
They stood several feet apart before they started to fight.
I charged at the man dressed as a... cat?
Somehow he was matching us blow for blow, which was unreal. The man threw me down on my back, knocking the wind out of me.
He stood over Bucky and was trying to get his claws into the soldiers throat.
A helicopter started shooting at us, and Sam went to stop it.
Bucky and the man stopped fighting, and jumped off the roof, the man chasing Bucky.
Steve ran to pull me to my feet, and we followed.
Bucky jumped into a tunnel, and jumped after them.
Steve took a police car, and I jumped over it and chased Bucky on foot.
He took a mans motorcycle from underneath him, and I ran as fast as I could.
Bucky threw a bomb at the cement beam at the end of the tunnel, and I covered my head but kept running.
What looked to be a SWAT team surrounded us, and War Machine told us to stand down.
Steve put his Shield on his back, and gave me a look from the other side of Bucky. I rolled my eyes and held my hands up.
"Congratulations Cap, Dessa. You're criminals."
I narrowed my eyes. Why did he call me Dessa. He was arresting us, and he had the nerve to act like we were friends?
The people with guns pushed Bucky and I to our knees, and he glanced at my metal hand.
Another man held a gun to Sam's back, and the guy in the cat suit took off his mask to reveal T' Challa, the new king of Wakanda.
Steve's hands were cuffed behind his back and he was also pushed to his knees.
The men pushed Bucky onto his stomach and he let out a small grunt. He was soon cuffed.
They put me in a pod thing in the same armored vehicle as Bucky. The entire ride, we glared at each other.
The pod brought back memories of Hydra.
We were delivered to a huge building, our pods side by side.
I watched as Steve walked away.
My metal hand started shaking.
No, no, no, no! Not Now!
"Hail Hydra. Hail Hydra!" I muttered under my breath.
Bucky's head whipped around to look at me.
I started to shake and my head whipped back. I pulled at my restraints.
"Hail Hydra. Hail Hydra!"
Agents with guns ran over to my pod and pointed guns at me.
Steve! Nat! Please anyone.
"Stop! Put those away!" Natasha yelled.
Pain washed over me. I screamed in agony.
Bucky watched with a confused look on his face.
Nat opened the door to the pod, ignoring the agents that were yelling at her.
"Odessa. Calm down. You are okay. You are safe."
I shuddered and the pain faded.
She closed the door and motioned for them to take us away.
We were in a room with a guy, we meaning the Soldier and I.
He started to say the cursed words, and Bucky started to plead with him to stop.
Soon, Bucky was gone and the Winter Soldier came out to play. The man ordered him to break me out, and restrain me.
"Rose, Wind, five, Summer, Leaf, Flame, Owl, Book, Two, Blood."
I screamed and felt my humanity disappear.
"Soldiers" he asked in Russian.
"Ready to comply." We answered in unison.
He turned to Bucky, "Mission report. December 16, 1991."
It was a blur as we started to attack anyone we saw, starting with Sam.
Steve tried to help Sam, but Bucky dealt with him.
"Odessa!" Steve called.
I rushed at him, and punched square in the jaw.
Bucky kicked him through the wall and I followed.
He pushed Steve down the elevator shaft, and nodded at me.
Sam called out to us, and we ran.
We hurried up the stairs and to an open room with several agents.
Tony blasted Bucky with his Iron Man gauntlet, and it barely phased him.
We advanced on Tony, and I felt no remorse for what was happening.
Tony attempted to fight Bucky, failing miserably while I took on the other agents.
T' Challa started to attack, and I lunged at him.
Jumping over the railing, we landed silently before taking off.
"Chopper on the roof," He called to me as we ran.
We broke into it, and he started to take off.
Steve grabbed one of leg things, and made sure we didn't leave.
The chopper crashed, and became mangled. Bucky grabbed Steve by the throat through the window, but the chopper was dangling dangerously off the edge of the helipad.
Then it tipped and we fell into the water below.
Steve pulled us from the water, and took us to a warehouse.
I had been drifting in and out of consciousness but I woke to Sam and Steve standing in front of Bucky and I. His arm and my hand were held down by some sort of press.
"Steve."
Steve glanced at me, then looked at Bucky.
"Which Bucky am I talking to?" he asked.
"You mom's name was Sarah." He sighed but it was like a soft laugh. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes," he broke off laughing, and he was smiling.
He should really smile more often.
"Can't read that in a museum," Steve commented.
"Just like that, we're supposed to be cool?" Sam asked.
I glared at him.
"What did we do," I croaked.
"Enough," Steve stated.
"Oh God, I knew this would happen," Bucky sighed lowering his head. "Everything Hydra put inside us is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."
"Who was he?"
"I don't know," Bucky sighed.
"People are dead. The bombing, the set up... the doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with the two of you."
"I need you to do more than 'I don't know'."
I glared up at Steve.
"He wanted to know about Siberia. Where we were kept."
"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asked.
My eyes locked with Bucky's.
I sighed, "Because we aren't the only Winter Soldiers."
Bucky explained about the night he killed Tony's parents, and stole the super soldier serum.
I still remembered the screams of the other five as they turned. The aggression they showed. Bucky and I were to spar with them, but they lost control. I remembered the man who ordered us to get him away.
"Who were they?" Steve asked.
"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in Hydra history. And that was before the serum."
"They turn out like the two of you?"
I barked out a laugh. "They were worse."
"The doctor, could he control them?"
"Enough," Bucky said looking down.
"He said he wanted to see an empire fall," Steve told Sam.
"With these guys he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight... infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize. They could take a whole country down in one night, you'd never see them coming."
Sam sighed, "This would have been a lot easier a week ago."
They were talking in hushed voices.
Bucky freed us from the press, and I rubbed my hand.
"Are you good?" I asked him softly.
"Yeah," he breathed.
I turned my gaze back to my hand.
"What was that?"
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You screaming, freaking out. 'Hail Hydra'?"
"Oh," I whispered. "I-it happens sometimes. It's been getting worse. Steve is usually there to calm me down."
I let my fiery red hair fall down in front of my face.
He reached over and grabbed my metal hand, "They do this to you too?"
"Yeah. Replaced my nails with metal claws, same with my hand."
"Let's go."
Steve's voice startled me, and I looked up.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."