Third POV
Once Cassius managed to open his groggy eyes, he wished that he hasn't. He hissed when he felt pain hitting his shoulder as he was lying down on the mattress on the floor. Blinking multiple times to clear his vision, memories of what happened hit him full course.
Ignoring the pain as the adrenaline numbed it out, Cassius jumped on his feet. There was many things that he noticed as he took in his surroundings. First thing, was that he does not have his bag with him. In fact, he only had the clothes on his back and nothing else.
Second, was that he was locked in what looks like a cell. There was bars in front of him, with bulletproof glass on the other side. The walls were made out of tiles while the floors were made out of cement. The only thing in his room was a lump of mattress on the floor and toilet and sink in the corner of the room. There was a rectangular window, but that too was also covered in bars and bulletproof glass.
Cassius soon began to panic when he realized he was locked up in a cell. Whipping his head around, he desperately tried to find an escape route, finding nothing. A hand still placed over his wounded shoulder, he carefully pulled down his jacket and shirt. Exposing the white bandage, his face scrunched up in pain as he slowly peeled off the medical tape. Grunting in discomfort, his head got a bit woozy when he took notice of the sloppy work of the stitches. What use to be a quarter-size bullet wound, now contained his skin tightly pulled together and stretching, tied messily with stitches. There was even skin overlapping skin, dried blood caking the wound.
He shivered, hastily covering the wound up with the bandage. Pulling on his clothes, he furiously wiped the unshed tears forming in his eyes with the back of his hand as he tugged on his hair. Eyes wide and alert, he used his uninjured arm to toss the mattress across the cell. Nothing. Patting the tiled wall, he frantically tried to find something, anything to either give him a clue to tell him where he is at. Nails scraping against the metal, he gave out a frustrating scream as all he did was scrape a couple layers of skin from his fingers. Slapping the palm of his hand against the wall, he brushed his curly hair from his sweaty forehead. Body tensing in rage, Cassius sprinted towards the bars, gripping it tightly with his hands. He began to shake violently, harshly tugging on the bars as if that would be able to set him free. He was tired, his body was sore, and he was hungry, which was not a good combination at all.
"Hey! Hey!" Cassius shouted in rage and panic. "Let me out! Let me out!"
Breathing heavily through gritted teeth, his hands started to heat up, steam rising into the air. The smell of burning metal hit Cassius in the nose as the bars started to turn a bright red. Right when he was about to pull apart the bars with his bare hands, he quickly stopped his actions when he heard the door opening.
Soon, a man appeared in front of Cassius cell, following behind him was a couple of guards gripping tightly to some rifles. The man was bald, about middle age. His face was worn out, having scars here and there. He was wearing a black turtleneck, with a black trench coat, and black tactical pants. He had this odd, tech looking monocle covering one eye.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" Cassius quickly questioned him. "What is going on?!"
The man had the nerve to laugh, making Cassius even more furious than he was before.
"Cassius Keen," monocle dude stepped forward, with an accent that Cassius didn't care to know about. "You sure are a difficult child to find."
"H-How do you know my name?" Cassius voice shook, much to his frustration as he leaned his head back.
Dread filled him straight to his bones and he could feel his heart racing in fear. He didn't know where he was at or what was going on.
"How rude of me?" The man placed a hand over his heart, feigning an apologetic look. "I did not introduce myself. I am Baron, Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker."
Cassius just shook his head, his chest heaving up and down as if he was hyperventilating.
"I-I, d-don't understand," Cassius shook. "I don't know who you are or why you bloody snatch me in the middle of the streets! J-Just let me g-go! Pl-Please!"
The man just pursed his lips together, tilting his to one side as he gave Cassius a look that was a mixture of annoyance and false sympathy.
"I'm sorry, have you always sound this pathetic?" Baron just clicked his tongue as he rubbed his forehead. "No worries, Hydra will make you strong."
"Hyd-Hydra?" Cassius frantically shook his head, not understanding anything on what's going on. "Like the Greek monster?"
"Exactly," Baron snapped his fingers, a maniac glint in his eyes as he shot Cassius a mad smile. "Glad that you are worth something. If a head is cut off, two more shall take its place. Don't worry , you will understand our ways soon."
"I-If this is some cult then I don't want any-," Cassius was harshly interrupted as Baron slammed the palm of his hands against the glass, the noise making Cassius flinch back and falling onto his ass.
"Never. Ever. Insult, Hydra's name," Cassius shook as he could practically feel the venom dripping through each word being spat at him. "Hydra will create a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Be grateful to sacrifice yourself for Hydra to save humankind."
"Grateful? Grateful?" Cassius scrambled up onto his feet before pressing his face against the cool metal bars. "I am anything but grateful! You are bonkers if you will assume I am going to bow my head down like some sort of slave!"
"No, not a slave," Baron took a step closer, his eyes darting across Cassius enraged facial expression. "We just need you to be a weapon. A soldier."
Cassius breathed heavily through his nostrils, feeling steam emitting out of his body as Baron took a step back.
"Take him to the sanitation chambers," Baron barked at his guards. "And if he fights back, break one of his bones."
Heart stopping for just a millisecond, Cassius quickly took a step as the guards obediently did what they were told to do and opened the cell. When he spotted the cladded, combat boot step inside the cell, instincts took over. He quickly clenched his fists, before flicking his fingers out. As if they were matches, both of his hands were engulfed in bright, orange-red flames.
He quickly lifted his flamed fists up in the air, posing them in a fighting stance as the guards quickly lifted their guns, feeling threaten and weary of the teenage boy in front of him. Strucker, who has felt the heat from all the way across the room, halted in his tracks and watched the scene in front of him unamused.
"Get. Away. From. Me," Cassius expressed each word with greeted teeth.
Despite the shakiness underneath his words, the hard look in his eyes was proof enough to let them know he was not going down without a fight.
"Don't worry, we will erase that rebellion out of you soon," Baron then gave his men a short nod in their direction.
Face pinched in confusion, the flames around his fists flickered as the guards exchanged their assault rifles with these handguns that seemed to altered with high-tech technology. Shoulders pushed back, stances spread out, arms in preparation of the shock coming afterwards and lets not forget the stone-cold look plaster on their faces.
Faster than Cassius could blink, one of the guards pulled on the trigger. The only thing that Cassius could remember is this high-pitch whistling sound emitting from the small weapon before two small, pebble size round objects were propelled in his directions. Hitting him straight in the chest, he only felt a small sting before the sensation of his nerves being fried coursed his entire body.
His brain quickly went blank, the fire going out of his hands as he couldn't concentrate to keep it up when a thousand volts of electricity attack his cerebrum. Muscle spasming without his control, he could feel a pool of saliva filling his mouth as the hairs on his arms stood up and the smell of burning flesh filled his senses. Dropping onto one knee, he forgot how to breathe as all he could take notice of his body being electrocuted.
For what felt like centuries, the sensation of volts of electricity being shocked and frying his nervous system finally stopped. Cassius gave out a grunt, barely catching himself from face planting against the floor by placing his palms on the floor. Wheezing, he could feel the veins from his neck straining out painfully, his face red as his head felt fuzzy and heavy. Despite the guards in front of him being blurry, Cassius was able to make out one of the guards about to pull the trigger again. Alarmed and panicked, he tried to crawl away from them but even he knew it was pointless.
Barely managing to turn his back to them, a cry of pain was stuck in his throat when he felt a sting at the back of his shoulder blades. Next, a buzzing sound rang through his ears as his body tensed up, his muscles twitching and spasming out of his control once again. Eyes, rolling to the back of his head, he couldn't help but lean forward and fall straight to the ground again.
Sprawled on the ground in an awkward position, Cassius couldn't seen to care that his face scraped against the floor. The only thing he could focus was the amounts of electricity being ejecting into his system. He could literally feel his own heart sputter here and there, softly fluttering down, scaring him to the point that he actually thought he was going to die. Muscles tensing up, his neurons imbalanced, Cassius was barely conscious as they stopped their assault on him.
Cassius did not have the energy to fight back at all, his head rolling to one side as the guards grabbed each arm. Only hoisting him up from the torso up, the guards carelessly dragged his legs out of the cell. The lights above them seemed to focus and unfocus on their own record, making Cassius even more dizzy than he already was. A ringing sound echo in his head, the objects that were electrocuting him still embedding to his body which they managed to crisp through layers of clothes and onto his skin. Cassius winced as he just imagined the burnt skin surrounding it, the red ugly blisters already forming. Right after they shut the cell door next to him, he managed to catch a glimpse to what he would call 'home' for the next couple of months. The glistening, wrinkled, reflection was all the reassurance he needed before he finally blacked out.
With a sharp inhale of breath, Cassius was woken straight back into consciousness as burning hot water was splash harsly against his own skin. The water was not hot, as if it was boiling. It was more like a chemical burn, making Cassius realize he woke himself up by his very own screaming. And the frightening thing was, he didn't even realize he was screaming in pain until he was panting out of breath. Especially towards the bullet wound on his shoulder.
It felt like someone was dissolving layers and layers of pure muscle tissues, peeling them off one by one. He may never felt the sensation of being burned from a simple flame but it sure as hell felt like he was. And he had to say, he was not a big fan of it.
Rasping out a breath that sounded like he was choking onto something, Cassius quickly wiped the liquid that blinded his eyesight. The cooling, disgusting, cobble floor felt refreshing to his burning skin soon realizing that he was lying on the ground.
Bowing his head down, he got onto his knees, the palm of his hands holding him up as he weakly tried to dodge the stream of what smelled like, alcohol? Sanitizer? Eyes burning and welling up in tears, Cassius blindly fumbled with his hands as he tried to get a grip onto something, anything to stable himself. Cutting his fingers as they fumbled against a rocky, sharp texture, he tiredly placed his left cheek on what he assumed is the wall.
Ignoring the sensation of small cuts forming on his hands, he curled his fingers into a tight fist before open his mouth once again, letting out a blood curdling scream that rattled his own chest and felt like he tore a muscle inside his trachea.
The pressure of heavy water stabbing him was finally revealed, leaving Cassius to drop back down to the ground in a puddle of whatever it was that was burning his skin. Spitting out mouthful of what he was for sure knew as sanitizer, he leaned back on the rocky wall. Cassius swiped his drenched hair that was covering his eyes, finally taking note that he was sitting on the floor, bare-naked. With any ounce of strength and dignity he had left of himself, he quickly covered his family jewels, ignoring that his butt was exposed to a bunch of strangers in front of him.
Panting and shaking, Cassius couldn't help but glare with so much rage at the people in front of him, he had to suppress the sensation of just letting go.
"Wh-What are yo-you doing to m-me?" Cassius sputtered out, staring at his bright red skin as if he was badly sunburnt.
His body shook in pain, his nostrils burning that it burned his lungs as he resisted the urge to scratch his eyes, blinking multiple times as if that would get rid of the irritation. Quickly glancing around his site, he tried to take detail of where he was with his brain a still bit foggy from the sudden awakening.
It looked like he was in a chamber of some sort, the walls and floors a dark grey color, made out of some cobblestone. There was a couple of chains, rusted and stained with blood, yet they looked sturdy being connected to the wall and all. There were no windows, just a door that Cassius was barely to identify a couple of feet in front of him. With the single light burning brighter than a christmas tree as if its main goal is to blind him, Cassius was able to make out the door to made out to be thick, heavy with metal. A pad was next to the door, meaning, that it made Cassius job more difficult in how to maneuver his way through, wherever the hell he was being cooped up in.
His observations was abruptly interrupted as he sprayed with a pressurized water straight to his face, no surprise if he received a black-eye. Using one of his hands, he quickly covered his face with his forearm as he tried to crawl away from the chemical-burning water.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! P-Please!" Cassius begged as he began to struggle to breathe through the smell of heavy sanitation. "Just stop!"
Hearing a round of chuckles, Cassius coughed, trying to inhale oxygen that was less dense, sighing in relief from his skin blistering even more. Cassius just curled even more into a ball, as if that would shield him away from his kidnappers in front of me.
"He's weak," one of them spatted out in disgust, a sneer plaster onto his face, his voice heavy with a European accent.
"He'll die before he could make it to the second phase," the other guard agree with him.
Cassius face twitched, their words bouncing in his head. He briefly closed his eyes, meditating in his head as he could feel his heart racing in his chest. He did this by blocking the way his skin felt raw and exposed, the stinging sensation on his shoulder that he wanted nothing more to scratch. Instead, he focused the texture of the wall, the cool floor, imaging his heart to slow down to his own accord.
His eyes snapped open when something was tossed on top of his head. Flinching, his free hand that was not covering his dignity, curled around a thin and stiff material. Unraveling it, he quickly realized that they were a pair of clothes. Not wasting any time, he quickly hauled himself back onto his shaky feet, turned around, and quickly changed.
There was a pair of white sweatpants that reached to his ankles and a white tank top that was a bit loose on him. If Cassius did not have a natural heating ability and being capable in never feeling cold, he would be confident he would have received hypothermia with the thin fabric when he noticed his own breath in front of his face.
Once he was fully dressed, the guards in front of him did not hesitate to shackle up not only his wrists but also his ankles. Licking his chapped lips, soon regretting when he tasted nothing but the sanitation, his face twisted into discomfort as the metal chains dug into his skin. No doubt, they were going to bruise.
They were smart to chain him up first because after they did, they placed this collar around his neck as if he was some sort of animal. He chains rattled as he struggled against their restraints but it was futile when he heard a small click before a loud beep echo in the dark room. Cassius gave out a choke coughed when the metal collar struck his adam's apple, resisting the urge to throw up from the blow. It finally hit him that he was truly trapped here and they would try in their very power to keep it that way.
With no choice, Cassius was forced to walk ahead behind one of the guards, the other trailing behind him, watching his every move. Cassius watched with hooded eyes as the guard in front of him stopped in front of the heavy door, that appeared to withstand a nuclear explosion. His ears perked up when he heard the pitter-patter of buttons being pushed. He then saw the guard raise his hand before placing it against the pad. A dim, blue line appeared at the top before slowly lowering itself down before going back up a again. A green flash soon appeared. Finally, the guard lowered down and was eye-level with the pad.
"Приветствую Гидру," the guard spoke with a heavy accent.
Furrowing his eyebrows at the strange language, that sounded like Russian, the door gave out a loud groan, before a bunch of heavy clicks finally opened the door. Blinking back at the dimly lit hallway, that was brighter than the chamber, he soon found himself following behind the guard.
He really wished they could have least provided him with some shoes as he could feel the dust and dirt collecting and hiding between his toes. He tried his best to keep track in where he was going or at least keep an eye out for any potential exits. However, when he took his 50th turn, a headache was surfacing when he was struggling to remember which direction was left and which one was right.
He was considering in melting the chains but then there was the problem with the collar around his neck. Before he could even get the chance to burn it to ashes, they would hurt him without hesitating. And he really did not want to know what that thing could do to him, besides being a fashion accessory.
And even if there was a chance to burn the collar into nothing, he also had to consider in fighting these two guards and finding a way out without alerting anyone that he was escaping. Not only did he not know where he was at but he also did not know how many people are here or what they are capable of.
He was soon knocked out of his plotting when the guard in front of him stopped at an open entrance filled with people. The entrance was just this tall, open arch with no door. The inside of the room was made like everything in this building, cobblestone. There are computers circling around the center, which contained a metal table with restraints on the side. The bright white lab coats contrasted against the inside, of what looked like a, medical room? The people wearing lab coats were all older looking men, walking around like a headless chicken with clipboards glue to their hands as they tickered with either machines or mixing chemical together.
Clenching his jaw, he almost did not spot the guards surrounding them, watching their every move. If it weren't the reflection of the guns, he would have not notice them since their clothing blended nicely in the shadows. A sharp jab towards his back made him give out a hiss in pain before he stumble forward, getting the message.
Cassius fiddle with his fingers nervously as everybody stopped and looked him. Like Moses parting the sea, everybody stepped to the side as someone walked towards his direction. Seeing red, Cassius could feel the steam rolling off his body, sizzling as the heat dissolved the sanitization coating his skin, no doubt only fueling the fire that just want to burst underneath his fingerprints.
Baron Strucker stood right in front of him, a smug look plaster on his face as he took in Cassius appearance. Clothes that made him a look like a prisoner and the restraints circling him. He really wanted to risk it all, by just having the opportunity to punch him and shove that monocle straight through his eye socket, implanting it in his brain so he can fix his vision.
" ," Baron raised his palms up theatrically, a small device in one of his hand before he placed them behind his back. "You have cleaned up nicely."
"You son of a- AGH!"
Cassius dropped to his knees, his hands quickly going to his neck as a bright, blue light cackle around the room. The sudden burst of electricity stung his neck, feeling like his brain was being microwaved, the words that were about to escape his mouth was lost as his tongue went dry, losing feeling of his jaw. There was a ringing in his ears as his body spasm at the attack.
Just as it started, it quickly ended, leaving him breathless and his head spinning with dizziness.
"You will speak, when you are given permission to speak," Baron scolded him as if he was scolding a pet. "Nifty little device, isn't it? It's hard isn't it? To concentrate on anything, when someone is frying a body's nervous system?"
Cassius could only pant in exhaustion, feeling light-headed as he just stared at Baron with a weak glare.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Baron lightly tapped his temple with his index and middle finger, before waving it in front of him in his direction. "You can speak."
"I'm," he panted. "Going … to burn … this … place … to ashes."
"Hmmm," Baron was not affected with his threat. "I don't think so."
He pressed a button on the small device and Cassius was once again withering on the ground in agony. The guards quickly stepped away from him as they all watch him twitch uncontrollably, white foam soon pooling around his mouth and seeping at the corner of his lips. His heart felt like it was going to explode inside of him, the tendons around his neck exposed vigorously as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Once the assault finally stopped, Cassius just laid on the ground, sucking in as much air that he can with a dazed look in his eyes.
"Just cooperate, and you will not get punished. If you don't comply, well, I will send enough volts of electricity to melt your eyeballs and explode your heart," Baron just smiled, rubbing his hands. "But I do love that fiery spirit in you. You had me worrying, with all that begging previously. Nice to know there is fight in you after all."
Cassius meekly forced himself to get up, still feeling his muscles twitching without his consent. He felt like deadweight, everything going slow as he was hauled up by the two guards before he was dragged to the center of room. He was carelessly thrown on top of the metal table. He watched with half-hooded eyes as they unchained him to just chaining him back again, this time being trapped on the table.
Eyes unfocused, his head rolled to the side, watching everybody moving around but it was like not everything was registering in his brain on what they were doing. They ripped the shirt he was wearing down to the middle, discarding the material somewhere. Blinking, his ears felt like it was stuffed with cottons as he scientists surround him like he was fresh meat. Their lips were moving but Cassius did not hear a word they were saying.
His own head felt to heavy for him to hold as he shakily lifted it up as he watched them place white, sticky pads all over his body, wires connecting to machines around him. He dropped his head back down at the table, his curls bouncing at the movement as they placed two pads around his temple.
His face scrunched up when they inserted an IV on his forearm, watching helplessly as it drew blood from his body and straight into a blood bag. Swallowing dryly, Baron loomed over him like the devil himself.
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Cassius rasped out when he darkness seeping through the edges of his vision.
"Because," Baron stated it as if it was obvious, his voice sounding muffled. "We are doing this because of the Avengers, because of S.H.I.E.L.D. Hydra will now become the downfall of them. You would be our key to their destruction. We are going to build the ultimate weapon out of you.
"Why … me?" It was getting harder for him to stay conscious at this point but he had to know.
"The world on fire and Hydra surviving the end of the world, we would become superior. Start a new world right this time. You would become a god."
There's no we, Cassius wanted to say but then everything turned dark, his eyelids too heavy for him to hold.
The first thing that Cassius noticed once he came around, was that he was laying down on a very stiff and lumpy texture. Slowly opening his eyes, Cassius gave out a small groan when a throbbing headache soon appeared his head. He could literally feel his brain pulsating behind his eyes. Blinking his eyes multiple times, he raised his arm up to rub his tired face.
However, when a hard, metal, clank against the side of his wrist, did he froze before glancing down at his neck. Seeing the metal collar around his neck, the red light flashing which indicates that it was currently on, made everything come flooding towards him. Memories of where he was and what happened that last time he was awake made Cassius turned his head to side when he felt his stomach churning.
A disgusting, burning sensation traveled up his throat as he threw up the last remains of the food in his stomach on the ground. His eyes watered at the feeling and the smell of his food coming out, the foul taste lingering in his mouth. Clearing his throat, he spit that last remains from his mouth before weakly wiping his mouth with the side of his arm.
Not a second later, the door to his so called 'room' opened and in walked in a guard. Spit still drooling from his bottom lip, Cassius watched with half-opened eyes as a metal tray was tossed in his direction. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his face couldn't help but twist into a disgusted look at what was on top of the metal tray.
The best description Cassius could say would be a gray blob with a hunk of white bread next to it. Cassius stomach churned as he imagined that being inside his stomach.
"Hope you are hungry," the voice of Strucker sent steam rolling off of Cassius body.
Cassius didn't say anything but throw his head back on the cell wall, his glared directed towards Strucker who appeared behind the guard. With his hands behind his back, Strucker looked down at Cassius as if he was a kid who didn't behave well in class. Glancing back down at the tray, Strucker stuck out his shiny boot before he kicked the edge of the tray, causing it to slide in his direction.
Cassius clenched his eyes when he felt the piece of blob splatter and stain at his side.
"Don't want you to starve, now do we?" Strucker tilted his head to the side.
"Yeah, it's not like I am in hell or something," Cassius muttered underneath his breath, taking a bite of the bread as he deemed it his safest option.
Cassius gagged when his already dried mouth chewed on the bland piece of bread that made even cardboard taste appealing. He struggled to force the food down his throat. He watched, from the corner of his eye, as Strucker filled a cup of water from a canteen that the soldier handed to him. His chewing slowed down as he watched Strucker approach him before he squatted down towards Cassius height.
The look on his face unnerved Cassius. Strucker handed the cup of water to him, indicating with this head to take a cup and drink from it. Feeling his throat already closing up and itching from how dry it is, Cassius couldn't help but be tempted in reaching for the cup. He evene dried swallowed subconsciously. However, Cassius knew he should have followed his gut and not accepted the invitation.
Faster than Cassius could process, Strucker tilted the cup to the side before he drained the water out of the cup. Cassius watched with narrowed eyes as a puddle of water formed on the dirty floor. Then, Strucker reached forward and yanked Cassius by the collar around his neck. Cassius was already fatigue and weak, but that didn't mean he didn't try fighting.
It was pointless in the end, as his biting and tugging soon resulted the side of Cassius face smoosh against the the wet, filthy ground. Breathing heavily through his nose, Cassius splutter as a sudden pressure against his temple was resulting a sudden headache to form.
"You earn, in what you deserve in here," Strucker snarled in his ear.
Cassius continued to struggle, causing his face to scrape against the floor and no doubt, leaving a scrape mark on his face. Cassius could feel his face burning red. From anger or embarrassment, he didn't know. After a couple more seconds of struggling, Strucker finally let him go, standing tall and turning his back to him. Strucker rubbed his face as Cassius quickly composed himself, pressing his back against the one once again. Watching Strucker pace in front of him, Cassius wiped his face with the back of his face once again.
In a sudden turn of events, Strucker turned around and delivered a harsh kick towards Cassius rib. Cassius, who was not prepared for the sudden attack, yelped out in pain before curling into a fetal position. However, the sudden motion created even more pain as the skin on his shoulder stretched and strained, making the bullet wound on his shoulder throb with heat.
"What a disgrace," Strucker spat down at Cassius who grunted in pain. "How can great power behold in such a weak, pathetic body?!"
Cassius stare up at him, the tendons around his neck straining out painfully as he tried to bite down the scream from his mouth, his face turning slightly red.
"Is that's what this is all about?" Cassius grunted, slowly placing his weight on his elbows, feeling his knees scraping through his poorly, thin pants. "You're jealous, because-because I have powers? Well, you can bloody have them! I never wanted it!"
Just as Cassius was about to push himself up in a sitting position, Strucker took one, giant step towards him before he reared his arm back. Cassius face turned to the side as a loud SLAP echo in the cell room. The force and also the unexpected hit, caused for Cassius to slip once again, making him land onto his side. Cassius mouth opened in a wide, silent scream when he felt the wounds on his shoulder stretch and possibly even open even more. He can practically feel his own skin, slowly tearing.
"Ungrateful child," Strucker literally spat at me, his mouth foaming with his own saliva. "Don't worry, we will obtain your gift, willingly or unwillingly."
Despite feeling degraded in the disgusting, spit settling against Cassius own body or even how his bones felt like they were lead, weighing his own body down, that didn't stop the glare that rested on his face. Strucker was nothing but a bully. And if there was one thing that Cassius can survive, is being bullied, by a bully.
Cassius entier form shook, either from pure and utter exhaustion, or from anger, he didn't care. He never hated someone so much in his life until now. With that said, Cassius gave Strucker his best glare, his face complete void of any emotion except for rage. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Cassius mucked up as much blood and saliva in his own mouth before he too, spatted towards Strucker's boot.
Strucker froze, staring intently in the direction Cassius spat on his shoe. Without having to bark any orders or provide an physical indications, the guards that were flanking behind him, were already on the move. A glare still plaster on his face, Cassius buried the wince that wanted to appear on his face as the guards roughly hauled him up on his feet. Practically hauling dead weight, Cassius struggled to stand on his own two feet. He could feel the guards fingers digging through his biceps, no doubt delivering him another set of bruises to his new collection.
Strucker, after collecting himself from Cassius actions, wiped his boot against Cassius lump mattress on the floor. Dusting and smoothing his outfit, Strucker walked towards Cassius. Cassius nostrils flared as Strucker grabbed him by the face, his thumb and index finger pressing tightly against each of his cheeks. His grip was so tight, that Cassius could feel the inside of his cheek brushing against his set of teeth.
Cassius stared Strucker straight into his eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of anything. Strucker must have saw something in Cassius because the smirk left nothing but confusion in him. Strucker jerked his hand to the side, twisting Cassius face roughly as Strucker walked towards the cell door. Hands firmly placed behind his back, Strucker glanced over his shoulder, his monocle glistening against the little light that was provided in the room.
"Take him back to the lab," Strucker order the guards. "We are not done gathering information over his abilities."
Scowling, Cassius could not do anything but stare in pure hatred in Strucker's direction as the guards dragged him out of his own cell and no doubt, to be dissected as some sort of lab experiment.
Translation:
Приветствую Гидру = Greetings to Hydra
