Hello everyone,
As promised, I had talked about doing a Marvel fan fiction for years, ever since Captain America the Winter Soldier came out. For returning readers welcome back and I hope you enjoy this story like you have my others. For those that are new to my stories, I have an Author's Notes section at the bottom of each chapter to address any concerns for that chapter or to answer questions reviewers may have. Now for the usual statement: I own nothing except the OC characters, everything else belongs to Marvel.
Anyway please enjoy.
October 16th1989
Somewhere in China at a hidden HYDRA Base
'This is one of my earliest memories. It was the memory that started it all for me. After this day, I would remember everything and forget nothing. I think I was five or six years old, they never told us our birthdays. Then again they never told us anything other than we lived solely to be "test subjects".While other children enjoyed life, had names and birthdays, had family and friends' this was my life. My hell.'
The soft buzz of the florescent lights hummed as one long light flickered attempting to stay lit, so the long narrow hall was illuminated. On both sides of the narrow hall were three cells on each side. Faintly there were the soft noises from the other children in their own cells. This sadly, for lack of a better word, was home. It had been home ever since they could walk and be left alone. After that, these four walls became their lives. Human contact became non-existent and they were only allowed out for a set amount of time to maintain some kind of healthy existence. Sadly, it was a very lonely life each of them led, the only comfort to be gained was from one another.
In the middle left cell, the little raven haired girl was trying to occupy her time by drawing. One of the select few things allowed was an artist pad, pencils, and crayons. Again, she peeked up at the cell across from her own to draw the little boy with dark hair. The doctors and guards called him 'Four', and since she, nor the other kids could come up with another name for him, that was what he was called. He too was drawing, but when he felt eyes on him he looked up at her and smiled. It got her to giggle before she shyly returned to her own drawing.
Normally it was quiet. The guards did not like noise, and if one was too noisy the guards came and dragged them off to the bad room. They would be locked in a pitch-black room for hours and hours, and for a small child it was scary. All six of the children had long since learned to be quiet, some too afraid to even whisper. Tonight, however, Three and the other five children jumped to their feet frightened as they heard the latch being drawn on the heavy door at the end of the hall. They had just eaten, so it wasn't food. Maybe it was bedtime and the guard would yell at them to go to bed.
Three looked to Four, then to another girl in the cell across from hers and to the right. This girl had beautiful blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her name was Six and she looked at Three scared. However, it was not a guard's voice, but the lead Doctor Vincent Vermonte. He was talking to someone else.
"...and here is where the test subjects are for project Mastermind."
The approaching footsteps meant the pair were travelling down the hall to look into the cells. Again, Three looked at Four, then Six. The frightened blonde mouthed the words: 'What do we do?' It was a good question. Should they play asleep? Three could only shrug as another voice spoke up.
"How is their progress? How many injections have they been given?"
"Uh, none yet. They are still a bit young to begin treatments, Secretary Director." Vincent replied nervously.
"A great deal of money and resources have been poured into this project, and you are telling me you have not started?" This secretary director sounded annoyed.
"If we inject them too soon it may kill them, and the project will fail." Vincent said trying to explain his logic.
"That is not my concern. What is my concern, is results. I expect results." Three froze as the strange man came into view. This man had red hair and wore a suit, he stopped to look at her making her worried. "This one?"
"That is subject Three, sir." Vincent replied as the red-haired man bent over to look at her more closely.
"Huh." The man scoffed before straightening, then turned to Vermonte. "Begin tonight."
"T-tonight sir?" Vincent asked shocked. "Without the other board members?"
"If you forget, Whitehall is already here, and the rest are already on their way. You will begin treatments tonight, or this program ends now." The red-haired man said sternly, then pointed at Three. "You will begin with her."
"But...yes sir." Vincent said not wanting to cross the man in front of him. "I will set up immediately."
With that, Vincent quickly left to prepare. The other man stayed a moment longer as he put his hands in his pockets, regarding Three for a moment before walking back to the heavy door. Once the heavy door shut, Thee released the breath she had not known she was holding and looked at Four and Six.
Whatever it was, they would start tonight and they would start with her.
Hours later, Three still sat on her bed scared of when they would come back for her. She kept asking herself "What had she done wrong?" Silent tears streaked down her face as she knew something terrible was about to happen to her, but the sheer helplessness of the situation meant that it was inescapable.
Eventually, the sound of the heavy door being opened came, and Three hastily wiped the tears away. Crying would do no good; she had learned that long ago. The guards did not view them as children, only as little more than animals, and the doctors only cared about their precious tests. Thus, no amount of begging or pleading would save her. The voices of the two guards were accompanied by laughter as they casually moved towards her cell.
"...anyway she invites me into her apartment and no joking her boyfriend is there."
"Crap man you have the shittiest luck!" The other one laughed as they came to her cell.
Pulling out a ring of keys, the second man starts unlocking her cell door. Three swallowed hard before standing and moving forward. It was always better to cooperate than get in more trouble. Opening the door, she let the guards take hold of her arm and the three moved down the hall towards the heavy door.
"So, what did you do?" One guard asks, continuing the conversation.
"Well this guy is more pissed at her than me. Apparently, she likes to screw around. So there I am trying to keep from laughing. I mean, I thought for certain this joker was gonna pick a fight..."
The conversation was not amusing or interesting to Three, and strangely she still remembered it. She shivered in the grey pyjama set they had all their test subjects wear.
Past the cells and through the heavy door, she knew the double doors led down to an enclosed playground, and the area surrounded by the building where the test subjects could exercise. However tonight she was led to the left down various halls that she wished would go on forever.
As they moved down another set of halls, Three was already terrified and when two other men wheeled out an young woman on a stretcher, she could not help the squeak. Before it could build into a proper scream, the guards hand tightened bruising her as he told her to keep quiet. Three could not remove her eyes from the dead woman. She looked to be of Asian descent. Judging by the bloodied sheet over most of her body she had been cut up pretty badly.
"What is this?" One of the guard's holding Three asked.
"Rein—no sorry, Whitehall's little experiment. Spent two weeks on her. Supposedly she had some sort of regeneration, slash eternal youth thing."
"You're bullshitting us." The other guard holding Three said, shaking his head.
"Am I? Wait until you see Whitehall." The guard chuckled.
All the while Three felt sick as she stared at the poor woman on the table. Her face and vacant eyes etched into her mind. Finally, the guard wheeled away the body and the guards holding her tugged on her arm. She stumbled forward shaken by what she had seen.
"You had best behave!" The guard on her right growled yanking her upright, "Or you might be the next one Whitehall cuts up."
Three wanted to cry as she was yanked along once more. Finally, she was pulled into a room that looked much like a theatre, only the stage was set up like a lab.
In the centre of the stage was a lab table with a headrest on one end and straps. Above it a medical light and with needles coming down from a metal arm. There were three doctors, including Vincent Vermonte, in lab coats preparing the lab. One was at the far back wall, looking at the computer screens and adjusting the equipment. Another was double checking that the required medical supplies were close at hand, including a defibrillator in case things went wrong.
Vermonte was checking his notes as the guards brought her up onto the stage. "Put the subject on the table face down and strap her down."
Three stood there frozen and terrified as she was picked up and put on the table. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping that maybe if she just went to sleep they would be done before she knew it. She felt them strap her down, and step away as the doctors finished preparations. Then she heard Vermonte clear his throat and tap the microphone to gain someone's attention. Daring a look, Three saw a large group of people, including the secretary director from before, watching in the theatre's seats.
"Good evening. As many of you know, Doctor Abraham Erskine created the serum that made Captain America. Sadly, his research for a super soldier was lost, but not everything died with the esteemed Doctor. Here is what is not known. Before fleeing Nazi Germany, Erskine created a sister serum. This serum, sadly was not perfected by Erskine, is quit lethal in its raw form, and was foolishly used in the concentration camps to eradicate many lives."
The doctor paused, and Three wished for him to continue talking to stave off the inevitable.
"Fortunately, my colleagues and I have found a way to effectively break down the serum into five injections. We believe over time the body can adapt to accept this serum, so that the subject does not die. However, make no mistake, this serum is not a super soldier serum like it's brother, but a super intelligence serum. Imagine, if you will, the military applications: a soldier could master combat techniques in a quarter of the time, and outsmart the toughest opponents. Perhaps in time, and with all five injections, even be able to read minds and predict an opponent's moves."
Three tried to keep from crying as she swallowed down a sob.
"We may not be able to recreate a super soldier, but if successful, we will not have to. Not with a soldier that can outsmart even the strongest opponents. Tonight, we finally have permission from Secretary Director Pierce to test the first injection on our subject. Tonight, we prove that the greatest soldier may not be the super soldier, but the super intelligent soldier."
Vaguely she heard the microphone being set aside, and the doctor at the computers typing in the commands. She shivered as she heard the machinery move above her, and felt a cold plate with a hole in the middle being pressed down on the back of her neck at the base. She knew it was to hold her in place. A moment later, she felt the needle against her skin. The faint noise of the machine sounded then the needle plunged into her neck. Three grit her teeth, but if she thought it would be a simple injection she was wrong. This large needle kept going pushing into her. It felt like they wanted to cause as much pain as possible.
Somehow, the worst was yet to come as the doctor at the computers spoke up. "Administering the first injection now."
It felt like liquid fire had been injected into her, as the serum seemed to go straight to her brain. It caused every pain sensor and nerve ending to scream. Three could no longer keep silent as the pain became too much. The pain filled scream of a little girl was heard outside the theatre, until finally it ended when she passed out from the pain.
When next Three woke, she was on her bed in her cell. The night before felt like a horrible nightmare until the poor girl tried to move, and felt pain shoot through her head and neck. It had all been real, and Three wanted to curl up and cry even more. The memory came back to her in clear focus as she remembered things she had not even noticed before. One of the other men was drinking a glass of whiskey, another checked his watch impatiently, and Pierce watched her, curious. There were other things too. She remembered passing out exactly forty-seven and a half seconds after the injection had been administered. What was worse was she remembered everything so clearly that she nearly screamed at having to relive it.
Sheer panic caused by the memory made her scramble into the corner against the wall on the bed, clutching the pillow to her. She buried her face into the pillow to muffle her crying, so the guards would not get mad. Yet someone must have heard for she heard footsteps. 'Quiet, quiet! Or they will lock you in the bad room. Don't let them hear!' She thought, but could not help it. The footsteps stopped in front of her cell and she bit her bottom lip to keep the sounds from escaping. She felt eyes on her, but did not dare move. 'Pretend to be asleep!' She wanted to, god knew she did, but her body would not hold still.
"Quite extraordinary that she survived, isn't it?"
She recognised that voice. Pierce. He was talking to someone, but the other person did not reply. For a few minutes she hoped they would move on and leave her be. Eventually, though, as the silence stretched, Three plucked up the courage to peek back and wished she had not. There stood Pierce in a suit with his hands in his pockets watching her, but beside him stood another. This man was scary, for he stood in black combat boots, black military pants, and a black chest armour. His left arm was metal and he wore a scary breath mask. His shaggy brown hair came down around his cold, dead, blue eyes, scaring her even more.
The scary metal armed man regarded her carefully as his vacant eyes locked on her scared green ones. It felt like he was assessing her as a threat, but seemed to determine that she was no threat.
"Uh, sir." Doctor Vincent Vermonte came into view. "I am pleased to report all six test subjects have survived the first injection."
"Ah, good. Well project Mastermind is off to a good start then." Pierce said, "It is time we got going. The soldier has a mission, after all." As Pierce talked to the doctor the scary man continued to watch her intensely. "I expect progress on my nest visit, Doctor Vermonte."
"Of course, sir." Vermonte said then nervously added. "Ho-however if we inject them too soon their bodies may not be able to handle the injections. Our estimates suggest an injection once every...three to four years."
"I see." Pierce sighed then looked back at Three, "Give me progress reports on how they react, and what they are able to do. I will decide when they will be given the second injection."
"Of course sir." Vermonte said. Relief spread at the thought of them leaving, but still the scary man watched her.
"Soldier!" Pierce said making her jump, and causing the scary man to finally break eye contact to look at Pierce. Pierce looked at the one called Soldier then at Three, and back again. "What is it?"
"Она пугает меня." The scary man said, his deep voice making Three shiver.
"Yes I imagine she would be. Why? Does that bother you?" Pierce asked as he looked at Three. Rather than answer, the scary man looked down as if ashamed before shaking his head. "Good because it shouldn't. She is a test subject nothing more. Now come along."
Pierce turned away and resumed walking as the 'Soldier' looked at her a moment, then followed Pierce down the hall with Vermonte in tow. Once the heavy door closed, Three started to cry once more into her pillow in relief that they had gone. She wanted to forget last night and everything since she awoke, but that was the thing. She could not forget and she never would.
May 17th1996
HYDRA Base in China
Seven years, seven months, one day and thirteen and a half hours had passed since that fateful day when Three was first injected. Sadly, with an Edenic memory nothing was ever forgotten, not for Three, nor the others. They retained everything, a fact that excited the doctors to no end. The only upside was they were no longer outright ignored, sadly, and nowadays Three wished they were. The mastermind serum, as they called it, not only made it so they did not forget, but also accelerated the learning process. Vermonte and his colleagues were eager to learn all they could about their test subject's new abilities. They tested boundaries and limits, only to discover a major problem.
Heightened emotional distress meant that Three and the others thought processes was greatly impeded. Thus, in high combat situations when stress was at its highest, they were disappointed. Vermonte feared that project Mastermind would be shut down then and there with this setback. Instead, Pierce green-lit the second injection four years later, which turned out to be equally as painful. Supposedly the doctors noticed an accelerated learning speed, and higher cognitive function; but that was all.
Strangely the project was allowed to continue regardless, and so the doctors poked, prodded, and ran their test. Mostly they wanted to map how quickly new skills were picked up, so a lot of the tests involved reading, trainings and learning. All Three could guess was Vermonte was eager to please Pierce because many of the skills they were taught involved combat, tactics, espionage, and other survival skills.
Most recently, three weeks ago, the third injection was given and it left all six of them in acute pain. Three was still amazed to have woken at all after the injection. She could still recall the agonizing pain as she thrashed on her bed. Eventually all of them pulled through, well, all but Five. Sadly, the blonde that hated her was still suffering from the injection, making them worried. With both second and third injections, they had injected the test subjects in number order, One to Six. What was so worrying was they, including Six, had overcome the pain and were again learning new skills to appease the doctors. However, Five was still suffering, which meant he was not recovering. The scary thought was eventually, the doctors and guards would get tired of waiting for him to recover.
Now approximately thirteen to fourteen years of age, Three sat reading a Russian dictionary. She sighed as she flipped the page and continued. The only noise was from Five as he groaned in pain, and regardless of what he thought of her, she worried for him. She tried to focus on the book to keep out of trouble. When not physically training or learning a more hands-on skill, the doctors would push books at them and tell them to read them. Sometimes it was a random book merely to test how well they retained the information. Today they would be testing Three to see how quickly she learned yet another language. She had learned French, Mandarin, Japanese, Latin, and Italian. It was silly to some, but Three would read the dictionary, retain the information, and be able to speak and write that language all in about two days at most.
What really bothered Three was she was favoured above the rest by Doctor Vermonte, who claimed she was responding best to the injections. It made some of the others resent her, well except for Four and Six. Both liked her and knew she really wished she was not so highly valued. One and Five both hated that fact, however, and had no problem calling her "The Doctor's Pet".
Two had always been quiet; he never really spoke much. From what Three could remember, the guards used to make fun of him calling him retarded. One time she heard one of Vermonte's colleagues talking about Two. 'His mother did not want him,' She had said, and mentioned that he been born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his throat starving him of oxygen. Either way it no longer mattered, after the first injection, it fixed Two. He was just as smart and capable as the others, but quiet and detached. Like all of them he remembered quite clearly how others had treated him.
Again, Three shifted on her bed reading and enjoying the momentary silence. Peeking over the book, she looked at Four who also read on his bed, but he was reading a French dictionary. The dark haired boy had shot up in seven years. Tall and lanky, Four also had this cute boyish smile that always made Three blush and go shy. She guessed he was at most sixteen. Then there was Six who was also taller and a lot more beautiful. Whereas Three felt little had changed. Sure she was taller and her features more defined with long black hair, but she felt she could never compete with Six.
The three test subjects were close despite the guards, doctors, and bars that kept them apart. Over the years, they had learned that they could talk to each other, they just had to do so quietly. Again, Three got caught staring at Four, and blushed as he gave a soft chuckle when she ducked behind her book.
Blinking a few times, Three started to return to her reading when his voice whispered her name. "Three."
Peeking up Four had quietly moved to the bars of his cell and had a mischievous smile on his face as he ushered her over. She knew what he was doing, and if they were caught they would get into trouble. Regardless, Three got up and moved to her own cell bars where she sat on her knees. Four slipped his hand between the bars and reached out for her, and Three giggled softly as she did the same. They had done this before, tested their boundaries despite the dangers. Their fingertips brushed each other's hands and they relished the contact. For them this was a rare novelty, it was the most contact either of them could have after all.
Three sighed softly as their fingertips brushed causing a tingling sensation that was pleasant, not harsh like the contact with the guards or doctors. Four smiled at her as he traced his index finger over her fingers. Again, like before, Three imagined what it would feel like to touch more: interlock their fingers, press their palms together, or even hold hands. Sadly, the bars would eventually dig into their arms and shoulders, so the pair eventually pulled their arms back. Mostly it was to avoid getting caught, but also because of the press of the cell bars. Three rubbed her shoulder where the bar had dug in and smiled at Four. His winning smile made her blush and, as usual, made it feel like she had butterflies flying around her stomach.
The sweet moment was harshly interrupted by a groan of pain from Five in the cell next to hers. The poor boy was not getting better, but worse. Six put down the Spanish dictionary she had been reading and came to her cell bars concerned as she watched Five. Sadly, Three could only hear him, but Six had to watch him as he was slowly deteriorating.
"Shhh.." Six whispered gently trying to sooth Five, "Shhh you do not want the guards and doctors to hear. Try to relax Five. Focus on your breathing, in and out. Nice steady breaths."
Three swallowed hard as she listened intently for Five to calm down, which he slowly was. She gave an encouraging smile at Six. The blonde had been given a bunch of medical books to read, and with her soft, gentle voice, Six made an excellent nurse. For a moment the group thought it over, but then Five gasped then cried out in pain. All Three could do was hear his cries and the sound of thrashing in the cell next to hers.
"Five look at me!" Six cried, "Look at me, just breathe, please!"
"What is going on?!" One called out as she came to the bars, Three looked across as Two came to try and see the situation, but there was not really anything for them to see. Just bars and concrete. The cries escalated as Five's pain grew.
"Five please, listen to Six. Listen to her voice, we do not want the guards to hurt you!" Three called out knowing the guards would come if they heard these screams, and Five would be hurt more. Sadly, the words were lost, as Five was in too much pain to acknowledge them. The screams got worse, then there was a thud.
"Five stop!" Six called out, but whatever Five was doing, he was not stopping. Between cries, Three heard another thud, then another.
"What is he doing?!" One asked, but Six crumpled to her knees crying.
The poor blonde put her face in her hands to avoid watching what Five was doing. A second later, the heavy latch door was flung open to reveal an annoyed guard coming to see what the noise was about. He moved down the hall past Three's cell and stopped short as Five gave another cry and Three heard a sickening crack with the thud this time. The sound of a body hitting the floor followed by an eerie silence. The guard stood there stunned and unable to take his eyes off Five. Numbly he fumbled for his radio and clicked the button.
"Jefferson here, Doctor Vermonte may wish to get down to the test subject's cell."
"Vermonte is busy, what is it Jefferson?"The voice on the radio asked in an annoyed clipped tone.
"One of the test subjects...Five I think. He killed himself." Jefferson swallowed.
"Killed himself? There is nothing dangerous in the cell for him to use."
"He used the wall, sir. Went crazy." Jefferson said still disturbed by it all. There was a lengthy pause on the other end before an answer came.
"Understood, Doctor Vermonte is on his way with a clean-up crew."
A moment later Vermonte casually walked in and came to Five's cell.
"You found him like this?" Vermonte asked.
"No sir I came in just as he screamed and ran at the wall." Jefferson answered.
"I see. Report to security chief Eckhardt to give a full report." Vermonte said casually, and when the guard left he turned to the two men in white has-mat suits. "Clean this up, and send the body to Doctor Wing. She will want to find out what went wrong."
With that, the doctor strolled out annoyed and grumbling about having to report this setback to Pierce. Thus, the remaining Five test subjects watched as Five was put on a cart. The poor boy had indeed looked to have run into the wall, blood matted his blonde hair and his forehead and his face bore terrible gashes. It was still so hard to believe that Five would do this. While none of them liked anything about this life, none of them really were that desperate to end their lives. It was the mastermind serum, it had to be, and Three realized with a harsh reality—this was their inevitable fate.
The mood in the cells had turned to despair after Five died from the third injection. A sense that they would all one day die just as painful deaths, drove any thought of hope from the cold cells. Each one mourning the loss, and even though Five resented her as "The Doctor's Pet," Three still felt bad. She hated that he died so painfully, that there nothing she could do about it.
Finally, Six sniffled from her spot by the bars. She had not moved since they took Five away. "We are going to die down here. They are going to kill each of us off with that serum!"
"What did you expect? A cookie after the fifth injection?!" One asked bitterly, "We are nothing but lab rats. We do not even exist!"
The words were what the guards always told them, and sadly, with One being the more negative person, she bought it hook, line, and sinker. As usual, Two remained quiet against the bars of his cell, though he did cast a glare at One for her negative attitude. Only two more injections and they would all be dead. That would mean at most they had eight years. Three gasped as she straightened getting her friends attention.
"Maybe not. Only two more injections to go."
"So?! Two more injections and we are DEAD!" One pointed out.
"Who says? We survived the third injection, who is to say we cannot survive the fourth or fifth?" Three asked trying to reign in some kind of hope that there was light at the end of the tunnel.
"And what then, genius?!" One asked snidely.
"We find a way out of here of course." Three pointed out calm as ever. She heard One's snort of laughter at the idea. "Think about it One. We have two choices: we give up and die or we fight to survive. You want to crawl into a corner and die? Do it quietly!" For a moment the five teenagers were quiet as they considered Three's words, but it was Two that spoke up.
"What do you suggest?"
"I suggest we learn all we can and more. We display a desire to learn. We learn as many skills as we can, we fight through the fourth and fifth injections, and then we find a way to escape. Right now, we are becoming more intelligent than the guards and doctors combined." Three said, hoping to instil hope despite Five's tragic end. She looked at Four and Six gripping the bars tightly, hoping they would stand with her on this. Four smiled at her with that cute boyish smile, while Six wiped the tears away on her sleeve and tried to give a brave smile. Next she looked to Two, who was nodding at the suggested plan, however One she could not see. "One?"
"What do we do?" One finally asked after a lengthy silence.
"We learn as fast as we can. We ask to learn more, show a thirst for knowledge make the doctors 'complacent'." Three said softly, after a moment One gave a shaky yes, agreeing to the plan that would allow them to one day experience freedom.
Thus, the five test subjects read, trained, and learned any and all the skills set before them. They even went as far as to ask to learn more, pleasantly surprising the doctors who obliged them. The doctors were unaware of the risks they took in teaching them such potentially dangerous skills. Unfortunately, their 'progress' was what encouraged the fourth injection to be issued after only a year.
The fourth injection, like the previous ones, was gradually worse than the last. It took a full week for each of them to recover. However, they split the subjects injection dates up to ensure they potentially survived. One as always went first and after getting over the near fatal injection, two weeks later it was Two's turn. Another two weeks, then Three got to experience her very own horrid fourth injection. Near the end of her recovery, they took Four for his, and finally Six was last.
All five narrowly survived it, but the true question was could they ever survive the fifth? It was a question none of them really wanted to ask, because they all believed the answer was 'no.' Despite that their plan was mostly working, the doctors cared only to record their progress; so teaching the subjects combat, hacking, shooting a gun did not register as potentially hazardous to them.
Strangely, Doctor Vermonte was right, Three discovered that learning any skill took less time than the others. Worst of all, that favouritism she was shown bothered her. It was not a close bond between them, but she hated him like every other doctor and guard here. So she hated him for feigning pride he did not really feel. Instead she focused on learning all she could. Before it had been everyday skills that any normal person would carry, but in their blind desire they moved onto combat training and more advanced skills.
The guards sparred with them, not for a moment thinking one day the skills could be used against them. Next, masters were brought in to train them, and one was supposed the one to train the guards. However, Three surpassed his training in two short weeks. Another skill they learned was computer hacking. They were given books to read and shown how to hack into systems by professionals.
The group surpassed expectations by surpassing their teachers and showing a natural affinity for it. In fact, Three suspected some key skill points were withheld by the trainers, as though they realized teaching them everything was not in their best interest. It allowed her to pick up and adjust or alter what was taught to compensate for any potential flaws. She kept note of potential loop holes to avoid in their instructor's training. It allowed her to develop her own style of hacking, minus the instructor's loopholes, making her more talented than the hackers they employed.
Several other skills where they were taught the basics, Three adjusted to ensure she would use them to the best of her ability. Sadly, her ability to adapt and adjust skills drew unwanted attention to them by Pierce who was gradually growing impatient for 'better results'. It was only a matter of time before the fifth injection, and their time would be up.
Author's Notes:
Well I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. First let me thank my Beta reader 'McHaleinski'. A fantastic writer that wrote one of my favourite stories: 'Broken'. I highly recommend it if, like me, you are a huge Bucky Barnes fan. Well I would recommend it anyway regardless.
Also some other things to note: This story was not written over night it took two years before I felt I could ask McHaleinski to read it for errors. Needless to say, this is going to be a loooooooooooonnnnnng story. Just forewarning you 'cough' over six-hundred pages 'cough'.
Another thing to note is ONLY the MCU "Marvel Cinematic Universe" is in this story. Meaning the Marvel movies, Agents of SHIELD, and the Netflix shows are acknowledged. Not the Fox movies, so no mutants, no X-Men, no Fantastic Four. I know some fan fictions include the Fox movies in the MCU, but not this story. I really do not like the movies Fox has kicked out except for Deadpool that is the only one I like. So if anyone is expecting Wolverine sorry but no.
As for this chapter in particular, for those that watch Agents of SHIELD, I believe you will have noticed the blatant reference to Whitehall and the woman he spent two weeks on. It was a huge nod to the t.v show in that regard. Also for those wondering what the Winter Soldier said: "Она пугает меня" means 'She is scared of me'.
Lastly, this story is going to be dark in some areas especially the beginning. It is Rated M for that reason, so I hope that anyone reading is prepared for that.
Anyway, please review away. I would love to hear from you.
Lesliezin