Suki woke up back on the mattress. Groggily, she put together the pieces of information her mind was telling her. She had called herself something. 101. Why had she called herself that? A few flashes of hazy memories floated through her mind. White trench coats, needles, some men speaking in Russian. It was the strangest sensation to think of these memories. She was sure they had to have happened to someone else, it seemed she was seeing someone else's memories. And yet, they also were too real. They must be her memories but she had never seen them before.

She did a mental scan of her body from the tips of her toes up to her head. Anything to clear the fog of not-quite-memories. Nothing was broken. Her throat was scratchy and dry, her stomach rumbled in hunger, and her skin felt grimy and dry. Her muscles were sore from constantly being clenched and clenched in the crazy temperature fluctuations she had experienced.

Something moved in the corner. Suki turned her head in time to see the masked man stalk to her and kneel in front of her face.

"Who are you?" Suki's own voice sounded foreign to her ears. Her throat burned with every syllable.

The man continued to look at her without answering her question. Instead, looked her up and down before settling once again on her face. Then he lifted a gloved hand and just barely ghosted it over her face. Something about him was different now. Before, when he had her strapped to the chair he looked inhuman. There had been no gentleness in him, but now? Now he was quiet, his eyes looked tired and sad. He studied her the way someone might look at a dying animal, sympathetic, but unsure what to do.

"Help me." Suki croaked out despite the pain.

The mysterious man cocked his head at her and rubbed his temple with his palm. "I can't." His voice came out just above a whisper. Then he looked back up at her and the inhuman look returned. "I won't."

With a sense of finality he stood and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

The Winter Soldier smacked the side of his head a few times in an attempt to clear it. Something had slipped in there. The other one had come through despite his attempts at keeping him back. When he looked at the girl, that other voice had nearly taken over. That could not happen.

Experiment 101. He scanned his memory for any information about it, but came up blank. She had called herself an experiment. Did she belong to Hydra like himself? How had she escaped from them? The questions danced around his brain as he continued to study her on the monitor. There had to be more to her than what he was seeing.

His communication device buzzed and a set of coordinates flashed across the screen. It was time to move the girl to the final location. He recognized the location, it was an older facility in upstate New York that wasn't used much. The trip would be about five hours by car, then he could be done with the girl. More importantly, he could get another treatment and the voice in his head would shut up. His body was starting to show signs of withdrawals from the cocktail his handlers pumped into his system. After only a few days without it he already felt weaker.

Suki clenched her teeth when the man walked back in the room, trying to mentally prepare herself for more torture.

"You will stand up, follow me and not ask any questions." The man stood in front her still lying form.

Suki attempted to lift herself from the mattress but her sore muscles and weak body kept her from doing so. With an impatient sigh the man reached down threw her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. Once again, there was a sharp pain in her neck and she passed out.

When she came to, the sun was going down and she was in the passenger seat of a car. A small gasp escaped her when she looked at the driver. It was definitely the same man from the dungeon, but he had his mask off and his face was free of black paint. He didn't look that much older than Suki. He looked normal, like someone she would see on the street, not at all like a person who locked people in basements and tortured them. A glint of metal caught her eye and it was then that she realized he had a metal prosthetic arm. It was unlike any limb she had seen before, it appeared to function just as smoothly as his other arm.

"Stop staring." His voice cut through the silence of the vehicle. She didn't even realize he had noticed her.

"Where are you taking me?" Suki's voice came out just above a whisper.

"I told you not to ask questions." He snapped at her, keeping his eyes on the road. Since they were in a moving vehicle and she couldn't think of a way for him to hurt her at that moment Suki decided to press her luck.

"What's your name?" She prodded.

Surprisingly, he looked her direction for the briefest of seconds. His eyes were soft again, like they had been when she first woke up on the mattress earlier.

"I don't have one." He gripped the steering wheel harder while he ground out his answer.

Suki was surprised he even answered and pushed her luck farther. "What's going to happen to me?"

The car was silent for a long while. Suki was sure the conversation was over and he wouldn't answer when he suddenly drew in a breath and offered her another glance. "You will most likely be put through cognitive reconditioning. They're going to empty out your brain and fill it with what they need to."

Suki thought for a while about this reconditioning. She thought of the dark man and how he seemed to have two people living inside him, the inhuman and the human. "Is that what happened to you? Did someone torture you like -"

"Like I tortured you." The man finished the sentence for her. She swore he almost sounded regretful. "Yes." He continued. "And they will again. And if I'm asked to, I will hurt you again. You'll be the same way, we do what Hydra tells us to. I think, I think perhaps they mean for you to be a weapon like me."

The way he spoke shook Suki to the core. He was talking about such dark things, the loss of free will, but there was almost no emotion behind it. "Don't take me then. Let's just go somewhere, anywhere else! You don't have to do this." She tried pleading with him, appealing to whatever humanity was in him.

A heavy silence hung in the air while she waited for him to respond. Hope bubbled in her as he watched his face flicker back and forth, like his resolve was slipping. He cracked his neck and his features hardened instantly. It was as if he slid his mask back on and Suki knew she was doomed.

"No more talking." He pushed harder on the accelerator and glared at the road ahead of them.

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