Change of fate

Metallic pounding and sharp screams seemed to give Baron Strucker less stress. His hands then moved fast against the keyboards, punching in codes and codas. Sweat fell from his brow, and he immediately let go of the board and rested in his office chair. He reached for the left side of his stomach and clenched it tightly.

"Telekinetic proactivity is low..." He growled. He jumped out of his chair and made his way to a rusted cage. Inside was a boy no older than 17, sitting against the rusty bars, breathing heavily. His light caramel hair was mattered and greasy. Streaks of blood were on his cheek bones and dripped from his hands. Not even the white cloth bandages could stop the crimson flow.

"AGAIN!" Strucker slammed his hands against the bars causing the older teen to flinch and breathe less. "Again...for the 3rd time." He adjusted his black leather coat and walked back to his desk and looked up at the glossy monitor, reflecting green-blue headlines depicting power mass. He pressed a small red button on his key board and several blocks fell out of a slot and into the boys cage.

The young male twisted his head around and then decided to take action. His hands lifted upward and his fingers twitched harder and harder as the wooden toy blocks rose higher and higher. He still tilted his head in awe at the glorious sight of red wisps forming around the child-play object.

"Good." Baron nodded and adjusted his one eyeglass. He pressed another button with force and a Hydra agent entered the cave, fully dressed in armor. The blocks collided with the bloody and hard concrete of the cell and the red disappeared from the boy's fingertips. He shook as he stood up and faced his rival. With one quick whip of his arm the man was pushed to the side of the cell. The Hydra agent groaned as he tried to stand up but was held down by the boy's red wisps. He pressed harder and harder as the rival screamed for mercy. The boy settled down and looked at his master.

Strucker smirked and raised a finger, then put it against his throat. The boy nodded and kneeled next to the agent. His wrists twisted as he controlled the agent's body, commanding it to turn around and face him. The boy's arms violently were thrown at the agent's head put stopped once a barrier of red surrounded it. The agent started to scream and struggle as the boy's wrists began to turn, moving his head. He too, was screaming in pain.

Strucker moved looked at the screen once again to pinpoint his exact areas where he's powerful. He entered the files of his most powerful test subjects. Once he noticed the two word name he was looking for, he pressed the file with a smirk.

Roman Strucker.

...

"The probability of all enemies resisting to fight is...at least a 75 percentage."

Steve cocked his head as he held the small ear piece and then placed it in his lobe. "Good, let's hope 25% vice versa." He adjusted his shield and leaped out of the helicopter controlled by Romanoff. He landed in a woods area, surrounded by pine trees and the stench of...smoke. He found it.

"Do you see anything?" The voice responded in his ear.

"Many things out of the ordinary, Vision." Steve started to dash towards the small one room hut. It looked lively, candles were lit inside but he could hardly see any movements. But for some reason Captain Rogers knew things were going down in there. Natasha's calculations were right. "I'm going in."

Steve reached the side of the house and crouched down low, his boots sunk into the fresh forest soil. Smells of pine cones and cinnamon filled his scenes, it was certainly peaceful. Hydra chose a good place, well done for them. He stood up quickly and used his shield to break down the large wooden door. Was surprised Steve was that there was a young woman draped in cloth. On the other side was a young man with a full grown beard. The odd couple didn't look at Steve of even acknowledge him. The woman was rocking slowly in a chair, staring at the war, fire, while the man was examining wood for fire.

"Romanoff, who are these people?" He contacted her by pressing his fingertips to his earlobes.

"Just give them that 25% Steve." Was the only response from widow.

Steve looked at the woman closer. He examined her face, very pale, narrow face with noticeable cheekbones...was she...starving? She looked a tad frail. Her skinny face shot up and looked directly at Rogers. Captain America huffed when he noticed the Hydra symbol on her left shoulder. The woman lunged at Steve, preparing to lock his neck with her legs. Steve grabbed them and threw the drapes off the woman, to reveal a slick tight black combat suit. He pressed his finger on the back of her knees. The woman cried in pain and fell to the ground, shaking slightly.

"You did the technique I've been begging you to do for about a year, well done." Natasha smirked. The widow swerved the helicopter to the edge of the forest and landed on a small rocky cliff. Out came her and Vision.

"Well, we might as well give them life, it will wear off in a few hours right?" He then charged at the man.

"Well," Widow responded. "Maybe 10.."

"You've got to be kidding me." Rogers chuckled as he smashed the bearded man's cheek with his shield, knocking him out. All was silent for a moment, Steve looked around the nicely built cabin. "All right." He sighed and pressed his finger tips to his earlobe again. "I've had my fun." His brown boots slowly pushed down on the wooden tiles, creating creaks. He paused and kicked one playfully. "Come out come out where ever you are~." He smiled slightly and pushed the tile down.

...

"Strucker. Sir we have intruders."

Baron shook his head slight and but a palm to his forehead. He knew this day would come, he knew he couldn't hide from the Avengers forever. "Urrg, alright, alright."

"Sh-should we send him in. I-I mean is he ready?" Strucker lifted his head to see his agent picking at his nails forcefully.

Baron Strucker didn't say a single word. He passed his colleague and approached the worn down cell to see the boy. His hair, still mattered, his cheeks, still dirty and bloody, at least the agents were nice enough to give him new clothes and wash the blood stains out of the new ones. He was now draped in all shades of red. A dark crimson jacket, a v-neck black t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, shiny combat boots and shiny red skinny jeans. Strucker also gave the boy back what he needed the most. A golden locket draped around his neck. Strucker never peaked inside but he knew whatever was in there was precious to his little Roman. He also asked if he could paint each thumb black. Again, Strucker knew this meant something special to him, but he could never understand why.

His own creation knows more than he ever will.

Strucker opened the cell and dragged the young boy out. He lifted his dazed head and stared into his fathers fierce blue eyes. He could see his own reflection out of his fathers glass. Red took over his pupils and iris'.

"This is the moment you've been waiting for, I'VE been waiting for." Strucker shook him slightly. The boy was still dazed. "Captain's here."

Roman's eyes got larger and his frame suddenly became more poised. Strucker and Roman heard bumps above them. The sound of metal cracking and thumps. Strucker motioned his men to get ready and Roman was right behind them.

...

Rogers' adrenaline was pumping the farther he slid down. He knew exactly what was going to go down once he will enter the secret bunker. He put his shield in front of his chest and curled his legs upward. Ready to jump. And that's what he did exactly. Shots and bullets flew at him once he landed in the base, his shield was still raised as he rammed into enemy after enemy.

He pushed a person over by using his shield to slam into their back, and kicked another one in the nose charging at him. He threw his shield at an enemy nearby and grabbed an assault rifle from one of the agents once his hands were free.

He aimed the rifle at a metal staircase and shot at least two more down. His shield came back to him and he set it down, and examined the area. All was quiet until he heard slow, jagged footsteps approach him.

"You've got to be kidding?" Steve whispered in his earpiece. Romanoff didn't respond. Steve sighed gradually and sneered. "He's a kid." Why would they ever put a child in a position like this? He wasn't properly dressed like the others, nor did he look fit to fight.

Roman charged and threw punches rapidly at Steve. He blocked several but the young man found his way in. Steve was socked in the upper abdomen, then in the shins. Captain America groaned and knelt to the ground in pain. The older teen jumped backward and stood in a fight stance...was he waiting for him.

"You're good. Better than any of the others and they are twice your age."

The young boy didn't speak Steve's language, or so he thought. All he heard coming from the boy was a language he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"You deserve no mercy, Captain."

'Wait, was he speaking Sokovian?' Steve thought. He looked down at his shield, them back at the young fighter. He squinted his eyes hard and tossed the shield as hard as he could. He opened his eyes, hoping that the young boy was either knocked out, or blown out of this room. But what he saw was a thing he never would hope for.

The boy's hands were raised and his fingers were moving dramatically as his wrists turned. Speckles of red surrounded the shield as it was turned in mid air by his wrists. Steve's eyes widened as he watched the young man examine the shield, cocking his head. These movements...they remind him of someone. The boy's head turned to him and his wrists twisted harder, more red formed around his shield.

He was going to kill Steve.

This boy could rip his own heart out and this teen wouldn't care.