"Cooperate, or we'll beat you again. Give us your name, your age, and what town your from. All of it." The man with the black mask on said, leaning towards the boy who was chained to the wall in front of him.
The boy silently wept as he spoke. "My name is- B-Brock. Brock Rumlow. I'm 15, almost 16. I'm from ... Manhattan."
The man wrote a few things down, then he slapped Brock. "Your not being too specific. But that's fine. We have everything we need." The man left and Brock let out a sign of relief. Atleast they weren't going to kill him. Yet.
Brock looked at the thick metal door, then a little above it. He glared as he stared at the symbol of Hydra.
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Brock was sitting on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse Hydra had brought him to. Apparently they captured him for ransom, and they told him that it had been paid, and that his family was coming to get him. He had no choice but to believe them.
There was nothing in the warehouse except a small metal box attached to the wall. The wardhouse was cold and Brock wanted to leave but the door was locked. It was just him and the beeping metal box.
Wait... Beeping? Brock went up to it and put his ear next to it. It was beeping. There was a latch on the top and Brock opened it. To his horror, he saw red numbers counting down from 15. It was a bomb. Brock started freezing out and running around the room.
But he relaxed when he realized there was nothing he could do. He looked at the numbers solemnly. Never trust Hydra.
3... 2... 1...
When the police finally arrived, they found nothing but a half of a burning warehouse. They never found Brock's body.
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