So here is the chapter everyone has been waiting for. I hope it isn't too slow and if it is, things will start to heat up. ;) Enjoy!

And I didn't realize I had made a mistake with the professor's name in the first chapter. His name is actually Arnim Zola, not Zemo. I don't where I am getting Zemo from. lol. I can't believe I just now realized that because I love the comics. Shame on me. And also, when did Captain America become the leader of freaking Hydra? So angry about that Comic Book...

Anyways...

Everything in Italics is another language from English as is in the first chapter

Chapter 1: Awakens

1991

A cold consumed her, pulling her from a drowsy state. Her eyes flickered open to reveal a cyan blue and long blonde hair matted against her forehead and cheeks. She fell forward onto her knees, sucking in heavy breathes of air and choking on the oxygen that came soaring into her aching lunges. Her body trembled with a fierce shiver, a towel was dropped before her and she shakily looked up at the man who had thrown it there.

He towered over her in a full spetnaz uniform, black boots glistening with cleanliness and proper uniform regulation. His brown hair slicked back and topped with a red barrette. A sign that he was of high stature, a General.

"Can you understand me?" His English was broken in Russian Accent, but it wasn't any better than her own. She sat back on her knees and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her naked body, her eyes cautiously flitting around the room.

"Yes." She groggily replied, her German accent was heavy and exhausted, but also contained a hint of rage and resentfulness.

"Do you know where you are?" He began to walk a circle around her, inspecting her from all angles. She was toned, scars running down her back from her horrid past that no one should live through, but the scars will always seem fresh and more would take their place. The signature Hydra symbol tattooed into the skin of her upper left shoulder, barely hidden by wavy strands. "I am General Hurkis. Answer me. Do you know where you are?" She looked around curiously, she was in a circular room, Hydra guards surrounding the circumference of it. Double doors across from the tube she had just been released from. It was dark despite the lighting from above, it was not a place she could recognize.

"No." She blinked and tilted her head to reduce the stress on her neck, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on the throbbing in her temples.

"Who are you?"

"Marina Schmidt, daughter of Johann Schmidt, leader of Hydra." There was a lengthy silence before Harkis had stopped in front of her again.

"Not anymore. Now I am in charge and you are my soldier." Her eyes narrowed darkly on him and she managed her best to pull herself to her feet. She tilted her chin up, still holding the towel against her breasts.

"I have always been a soldier, but not to you or anyone for that matter. Where is my father?"

"I will tell you in time. For now..." He held a hand out and a guard nearby stepped forward placing a set of white folded clothes in his hand. He pushed them into her chest, she flinched, taking them hesitantly. "Let me show you where you are."

Marina dressed in the clothes that were given to her; a long sleeved pajama shirt that was bigger than her frame and white baggy pants. After the General began leading her down a hallway. The metal was cold against her feet and eyes hard on her as she passed multiple unfamiliar faces. She recognized the facility, but only figments of memory came to her, for some reason those memories made her head throb and her stomach churn.

"My father had business deals here, will I see him?" She asked as they walked side by side down the hall.

"No. You shall not. Your father was killed by Captain America years ago while you were frozen in the capsule." She stopped walking beside him, processing the information for a moment. Harkis stopped as well, glaring at her with annoyance, his jaw tightened. She kept her eyes on the floor as she tried, as she thought hard to remember her past. To remember anything.

"Why did my father put me under?" She muttered as she brought her hands up to look at her palms. Flashbacks of the horrible things they had done to her came roaming over her and she nearly screamed at how intense and real they felt. Her hand shot up to go to her back and she slid her hands under the collar of the shirt to feel the indentations of scars in her skin. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breathes, wide eyes to accompany a feeling of shock and betrayal.

"You were sick terminally. Your father used the serum to keep you from dying."

"But once the Serum worked he had sent me somewhere, to be trained." He nodded his head, still not facing her, she bit her bottom lip.

"Yes, but your training was not complete when you were put under." An image of a whip hitting her back swiftly ran through her thoughts, she forced it away, hoping she would never have to feel that pain again.

"Show-" Her bottom lip trembled and she wrapped her arms around herself. "Show me more." She demanded, Harkis began walking down the hall again and this time, she followed without hesitation.

"There are others like you, others that Hyrda has created. But you will only come to know one other?"

"One other?" She tried to remember who that might be, but she couldn't. He stopped in front of a door, entering a code, the door slid open to reveal a familiar man strapped to a leather chair at the center of the room. He was shirtless, a thin sheet of sweat covering his chiseled chest and long hair coming from his head to his shoulders. Brown leather straps wrapped around his wrists, his right arm replaced by a metal one and dark eyes to accommodate his overall intimidating appearance.

"This is our super soldier, you might remember him." It immediately hit her like a nonstop train pounding through her insides and caused her a split second of emotional distress. She remembered him. How could she ever forget the only man she had ever truly fallen in love with? Her first love and her first broken heart. He was perhaps the only thing that she could sort out in her brain, make sense of and evaluate with little consternation.

"Bucky..." She muttered under her breath and went running towards him. No one tried to stop her because of this part of her had warned herself away from the man strapped to the chair like an animal, but she ignored them. She pulled at his restraints, fumbling with them in panic, but as she broke him free from the leather straps his metal hand shot out and grabbed her throat. The guards in the room raised their guns and clicks were heard as they aimed their weapons at Bucky. She grabbed his hand firmly by the wrist, his fingers applying a slight pressure, but surprisingly not enough to kill her. Almost as a warning. A warning she could see in his eyes.

"What has happened to you?" She whispered, bringing her other hand up to his cheek to calm him, to feel him; the stubble surrounding his firm jaw, the distress that was evident within his soul. She wanted to love him again, but her personality was not the same and she had been shaped into something she could not remember. She didn't know who she was, what she was, how she fit into this any further.

"He doesn't remember you." Harkis chuckled. "Isn't it amazing. He is under our control. He doesn't remember a thing of his past, a blank slate for us to build on." Bucky leaned his head away from her hand, closing his eyes in what could only be described as a coping mechanism. He was coping with what they wanted him to be, how they wanted him to act.

"You have trapped him, you have changed the man I knew..." Slowly the pressure against her neck dissipated and his hand dropped from her neck, his eyes not meeting hers. "He is almost gone."

"No, he is gone. We have made sure of it. We say the magic words and he is at our command." Bucky glanced up, but did not raise his head. She saw a darkness in his eyes that soaked past the heavy strands hanging over them, it had frightened her. She stepped away from him in disbelief, her father had promised to make mindless soldiers and he did. She felt a hatred inside, in her heart and she did not know what it was. Was it the realization that Bucky would not love her the same again? Or maybe it was something else completely? The realization that she would end up like this also, have no free train of thought any longer? The idea that her father was the cause of all of this? Was the reason that this man would never be that same eccentric soldier she had met?

"What do you plan to do with me?" She was looking at her hands again, heedlessly trying to find something that wasn't there.

"We plan to finish training you and this soldier will be the one to do it. In time, when you are prepped, we will call for you and you will work for us." She shot her gaze up to stare ahead of her, hands turning into fists and pressing against her collarbone.

"I do not wish to fight this any further. It is not my war." She snarled, a hint of something completely monstrous beneath her words.

"It is not your decision and besides the Americans won the war already, we just wish to enact our revenge." He hissed, placing a hand on her arm and pulling her towards him.

"I will not." He grunted his disapproval and as he stepped away two guards took his place and moved to grab her. She was harshly snatched by the forearm and tugged towards the door. A fist came plummeting towards the one guard's chest sending him flying back into the wall and a heavy boot kicked the other away, she stumbled backward onto the floor.

It was Bucky, he stood between Harkis and her, so tall and strong, he could very well pass as a brick wall. The other guards in the room were prepared to fire at Harkis' orders. Not that they hadn't already been tested to pull their triggers before.

"This is not your place soldier, stand aside." Russian. The language that Marina was never allowed to learn. Any language that wasn't German was banned from her ears, from her lips, from her textbooks, and from her peers. She tried hard not to reflect on how racist her father was in this moment, but she couldn't help it. She wished she could understand the General, even more so she wished could understand how Bucky knew what the General was even saying.

Bucky was hesitant, unable to make a quick enough decision. She tried to contain the relief within her. The fact that he had protected her in some manner was enough to prove that he still was in there, that the man that had promised her to a dance was alive. She picked herself up off the ground and stepped closer to stand behind Bucky, his hand grabbed her hip and held her there. His eyes glaring directly at Harkis, not once flinching or leaving, not once backing down. She did not see Harkis tremble under Bucky's gaze, but she could feel it and she knew it. She even shook slightly at how defiant the gaze was and by Harkis' expression it was a usual occurrence.

"IF YOU DO NOT STAND ASIDE, I WILL HAVE MY MEN FIRE!" Harkis threatened, Marina placed a hand over Bucky's metal bicep and gently caressed down till she could grab his hand. She stalked around him to stand in front of him and nodded her head, stepping away she moved to leave with Harkis. Bucky's metal hand would not let go, she paused to gaze up into his eyes.

"Where do I know you from?" She didn't know where he had learned Russian, it scared her that could possibly be the only means to how they converse. She could either tell him in English and only rise a conflict within himself, or she could keep her lips shut tight. Not utter a word of the past. Besides the love that she once had for him was empty as was his eyes. The eyes of Hydra.

"I don't know." She barely muttered with a shurg, Bucky's hand let her go and he returned back to his seat at the chair as though she had never said a word, as though this meeting meant nothing to him. She answered in truth to both her consciousness and her knowledge of the Russian language. She didn't know Russian and she didn't know the answer to whatever question he may have asked. Harkis and Marina left to start the tests on her and give her a physical examination, while Bucky was strapped back into his chair and left there in deep thought, all she could think about was him. The whole reason she breathed was because of him.