WARNING: !THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES BLOOD AND TORTURE, WITH SOME (SLIGHT) GRUESOME SCENES!

Third POV

In the corner, of what Cassius is going to assume is going to be his new 'room' for whoever the hell knows, was himself. His back leaned against the wall, his legs pulled pulled up to his chest as he plopped his arms on top of his knees. He was once again dressed back into his itchy sweatpants and a new tank top, dirtier and uncomfortable as the last one. For days, he has been nothing but a lab rat to these people.

Cassius licked his dry and chapped lips, his own tongue feeling like sandpaper as he swallowed the last bit of saliva he had in his mouth. The shock collar around his neck was uncomfortable and he found it hard to breathe with it around his airway. There was already a bright red mark around his neck, already darkening and bruising. The more he wears it, the more he knew there was gonna be a scar. However, he rather take the uncomfortableness than being electrocuted with a thousand volts of electricity any day. Cassius shivered, the memory of feeling his nervous system being fried still fresh in his mind.

His filthy toes curled, feeling the dust move around in between them. His skin was already starting to pale, the result of the scientists drawing too much blood that he was still woozy from the procedure. Face sunken in a bit, the bags underneath his eyes were eve more prominent, making it look more like black eyes than the effect of the lack of sleep he was getting. Hair tousled as he kept running and tugging his hair multiple times when he was thinking or panicking.

The bandage that use to be bright white, stained with red around the bullet around his shoulder, was now a beige color, praying that its not infected. Hazel eyes that were placed in a glare, wonder to the top corner of his cell, watching one of the cameras pointed right in his direction, a little red dotted light indicated that it was on. Cassius fingers twitched and he resisted the urge to glance at his so call bed. Instead, he settled to look down at his hands.

Twiddling with them, Cassius clenched his hands into fists. Then, very slowly, he unclenched them, his eyes reflecting against the light of the fire that he could magically conjure up with the palm of his hands. The tiny fires, each engulfed his hand like a second layer of skin. No heat, no pain was inflicted on him. Just warmth, power, anger, rage, and oddly comfort. Twisting his wrists here and there, observing the way the fire dance across his hand and lighting up the dark room. This was main reason he was captured in the first place. His so called power was more a burden than a gift, wishing nothing more than to just be normal.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he quickly quenched the fire in his hand by clenching his fist, steam rolling out between his fingers as his cell door was opened. Glancing up, a scowl formed around his face as none other than Baron Strucker strolled up to him, two guards following him like dogs trailing behind him. Once again, Cassius resisted the urge to flip him off or curse at him until his face turned red. However, the collar grew heavier around his neck, a reminder on what would happen if he pulled a stunt like that.

" , your results just came back in. Would you like to hear them?" Cassius could hear the rhetorical question behind his words, settling to stay quiet.

With the snap of his fingers, Strucker had his hand out. Obediently, one of the guards shoulder the rifle strap over his shoulder before reach behind him and pulling out a rectangular object. From the reflection of the light was provided by little sunlight streaming through the locked up small window, Cassius quickly assumed it was some electronic device. A laptop? Tablet seemed more reasonable as Cassius watched Baron start frantically typing and sliding across the screen.

"Cassius Oliver Keen," Cassius bristled when he heard his middle name, his body tensing as he did not want to hear this. "Son to Melissa Susan Keen and Andrew David Keen."

Cassius heart squeezed, eyes widening in horror when he heard his parents full names. How do they know that?

"Core temperature, one-hundred and eleven degrees. Blood pressure, higher than normal but nothing to worry about. Five-feet and ten inches, weighing one-hundred and seventy-five pounds. Disappointment on muscle mass, something that we have to fix. Age, fifteen years old. Born on-,"

"Stop!" Cassius snapped, his eyes settled on the ground before glancing back up at Baron's face, wide-eyed. "Just stop. H-How did you get all that information on me?"

Cassius body tensed, preparing for the electrocution but when a couple seconds of silence washed over, he sighed in relief when Strucker didn't make a move to reach for the remote controlling the collar around his neck.

"I have told you, . You have peaked our interest and to be able to see of you were someone to approach for our organization, we did a little research on you. Now, don't interrupt me like that again or you will force my hands to punish you."

Cassius leaned his head back, glaring up at the ceiling, feeling nauseous as Strucker continued to expose all his information to him.

"Now, abilities, my favorite part. Pyrokinesis, the ability to create a flicker of flame with the snap of his fingers. Immunity to fire and heat, the reason why your core temperature is unnaturally high and the cold temperature does not affect you. Also, above average durability."

Cassius face pinched at the last one.

"My men, stumbled upon this when the shock treatments," Cassius rolled his eyes. "-should have stopped your heart and killed a normal person in an instant. But then again, you are not normal, are you ?"

Cassius didn't say anything, the smile being tossed in his direction by Strucker unnerved him.

"If you are going to kill me, just get it over with it already," Cassius drawled out.

Soon, he regretted the words leaving his mouth as his body convulsed at the volts of electricity hitting him, his head thrashing wildly side to side as he clawed at the collar around his neck. The cackle of energy lit up the room as Cassius mouth was opened for a scream, only managing to give out choked sounds. Dropping to his side, Cassius heaved in oxygen back into his lungs once the assault was over with.

"Consequences , consequences," Baron scolded him. "Just cooperate with us and you would not be harmed."

"Yes, cause being prison in hell will make me cooperate," Cassius snapped.

Cassius body twisted, flopping onto his back as he was once again electrocuted. His arms flailed around, his muscles spasming together painfully as he withered in pain. He went still when it was over, his vision getting blurry.

"Oh, you have not seen hell yet," Baron squatted down next to him, whispering in his ear. "It does not matter if it takes days, months, or even years. We will break down your spirit, shatter your soul until we shape you into the soldier that you are meant to be. Death would be seen merciful on what we are going to do with you."

"Un-until th-then," Cassius stuttered out, his body still twitching. "I'll b-be figh-fighting ba-back wi-with every-everything I've bl-bloody go-got."

Baron Strucker just smiled cruelly down at him as Cassius chest heaved up and down.

"We'll see about that," with a simple nod of the head, Baron easily commanded the guards to grab Cassius and drag him out of the cell.

Barely managing to stand up on his own feet, Cassius inhaled deeply through his nose and pushed past the wave of pain hitting his entire body. Weakly pushing the guards away from him, he just shot them a glare as one of them struck him across his uninjured shoulder. Huffing, he just scowled in response, not wanting to give them the satisfaction that that actually hurt. Leaning against the wall for a bit, Cassius had no choice but to follow the guards.

Once Cassius was a good distance away, Strucker once again glanced down at the tablet in the palm of his hands. His face was scrunched up in interest and curiosity as he continued to read over Cassius information. There was one thing that peaked his interest the most though. It was not the fact that this boy could conjure up a flame with the snap of his fingers or that Cassius is mysteriously lactose intolerance. No, the information that he wanted the most was in fact, not present to be answered. But this does not made Strucker give up. In fact, it made him even more determined to figure out where Cassius true power came from.

With the swipe of his finger, the screen shut off, removing the bolded words that stated DNA: NO MATCH

Cassius found himself once again back in the room where they forced himself to lay down at the table and forcibly took his blood from him. Cassius sneered down when he spotted the group of scientists gawking around him, making him want nothing more than to slam their heads against their stupid clipboards.

"Yes, well, let's begin," Baron glanced over one of the scientists shoulder at the papers in his hands before moving towards a set of computers.

Cassius face scrunched up in confusion as a group of guards surrounded him, making hims tense to spring into action. Hands grabbed his body and the next thing he knew, he was being placed in top of this machine, that looked liked an advanced treadmill. There was wires hanging to the side, the ends with white, sticky patches with a huge screen in front of it.

Cassius hated feeling useless when they forced the sticky pads on his body and watching as the screen in front of him turned on. He tilted his head to the side when he took notice of the bright, numbers burning his eyes. They went from signaling nothing, towards a bunch of numbers in front of him, some shifting back and forth. He opened his mouth to ask what they meant before one of the scientists strapped a mouth mask around his jaw, enabling his ability to speak.

His hands raised up to rip the object away from him mouth but one of the guards took it as his duty to slam the butt of his gun straight to the back of his head. Head pounding, Cassius stumbled forward and he almost slammed his face against the big screen if he hadn't braced himself with his forearms. The screen flashed red, illuminating his face as the numbers began to rise.

He didn't bother to fight back when one of the scientists strapped a black, pressure cuff around his bicep, taking note of the screen. Glancing down at his chest, he had to assume it was taking his vitals. A number that flashed from 100 was slowing decreasing until it finally settled down to around the 70's. His heart rate, he had to guess but the other numbers, he couldn't figure out what they meant.

"Heart rate, 71, normal," one the scientists stuttered out, pushing his gigantic glasses by the bridge of his nose while also typing it down on the tablet on the palm of his hand.

"Extraordinary," another scientists breathed out, a finger hovering against the number 121 at the corner of the screen. "His body temperature should be burning his organs from the inside out but his results suggests that this is the subjects regular temperature. Subject should be dying and yet … "

His breathing grew heavier when they called him a "subject" as if he wasn't a person.

"Blood pressure, 89 systolic and 57 diastolic," the first scientist hummed as he tapped on the cuff around Cassius bicep before he proceeded to pinch and pull on his skin.

Cassius gave out a small yelp at the unexpected gesture before he slapped his hand away from him.

"Subject skin shows sign of dehydration when decreased turgor remains elevated after being pulled and released," the scientist gave Cassius a glare as he rubbed his hand. "Also, subject shows signs of aggression when being provoked or harassed."

Oh, he hasn't seen aggression yet, Cassius growled in his head as his fingers twitched, wanting to just let a spark.

"Stop stating data that we already know and let's start by running new tests, you bumbling idiots," for once, Cassius was glad for Strucker's authority as the three scientists that surrounded him quickly bowed their heads in fear before stepping away from him.

And true to Strucker's words, they began to run new tests on Cassius. The advance treadmill or as Cassius likes to call it, 'The Olympic Runner from Hell', was no ordinary treadmill. Cassius was proud of his body when he finally hit his growth spurt. He went from the lanky kid, with twig like arms to a teenager who could actually reach the top shelf and enough muscles to help him carry weight that won't result in his arms shaking in strain.

Yet, here he was, his long legs burning and the sensation of coughing up a lung was present as he ran for what felt like hours. His dark curls was drenched in sweat, clinging to his forehead. His 'clothes' were no better, turning a darker color from the amount of sweat he was producing as they clung to his slightly skinny frame. His breathing came out in deadly pants, feeling like he was breathing through a straw as he struggled to get a good amount of air back into his body.

The sound of his aching feet pounding against the treadmill echo through his ears, the only sound he can hear past his erratic heartbeat. He started off good until they increased the speed and from the lack of food and water he had, he knew at the this rate, his body was bound to shut down in exhaustion.

"Heart rate above a 102, blood pressure slowly dropping," Cassius could barely hear the voices around him as he tugged breathlessly at the collar around his neck before swiping the sweat from his eyelashes.

"Core temperature … rising … reaching 134.6 degrees fahrenheit ... ,"

No kidding, Cassius muttered in his head, feeling his cheeks flushed from running for who knows how long. The air around him felt heavier, thicker, making it much harder to breath. Sweat dripped down from his nose. Just keep running, just keep running.

"How fast is he going?" Cassius heard Baron speak as he circled around him, watching him with calculated eyes as he took in his tired state.

To say he was disappointed would be an understatement as it was written all over his face.

"10 miles per hour, sir," the scientists stated.

"Too slow," Baron face pinched in dissatisfaction. "Much work needs to be done …"

Huffing through his nose, Cassius pushed himself to run faster, his eyes narrowed as the sound of his heart drummed louder through his eardrums. His feet pounded vigorously on the treadmill as his arms pumped faster by his side. Too slow, too slow? I'll show him too slow, Cassius thought to himself, not thinking clearly as the edge of his vision started to turn red in anger and irritation.

He didn't realized the alarm looks the scientists were giving each other as Cassius body temperature began to increase drastically, following by his heart rate. He ignored the way Baron glanced at him in wonder, angry at himself for being here and being tested like some sort of animal. Just keep running, just keep running.

"Too hot … heart rate increasing … stop him …", "Cassius … stop running!"

But he just ignored him, just like he was ignoring the way he could feel his body vibrating with this new burst of energy mixed with his rage. Or the way he could feel his cells combusting, sparks of embers appearing around his legs as he kept running. Soon, a burst of flame appeared, licking the skin around his legs and spreading to his body. Soon, Cassius body erupted.

The sudden heat had knocked everybody off their feet and straight to their backs. Like a personal sun, Cassius lit up the entire room, his entire body, every limb and every follicle of hair on has body, was nothing but fire. Panting heavily, Cassius wiped the melted mouth mask around his jaw, turning into nothing but a puddle of plastic glob.

Without a second of hesitation, Cassius flaming body jumped out of the treadmill from hell. His legs felt jelly, his muscles around his calves clashing together violently as they finally rest from the rigorous workout. He didn't care if he managed to burn his clothes off and he was right now standing naked in front of his kidnappers. The fire engulfing his body disorientating anything from the visible eye to witness anything anyway.

He was more concerned in the fact that the collar around his neck was still intact. Fingers curled around it and Cassius gave out a scream in frustration as he tried to tug it off. Muscle tensing, the flames rose higher, wanting nothing more to melt the stupid thing from his neck. With no luck, he decided he had to act quick and made a run for it for the door.

Barely taking a step, his body froze as buzzing sound overdriven his senses. Muscles twitching, brain going blank, he lost all concentration and without realizing it, the fire quickly diminished until it disappeared. His body dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he twitched bare naked on the cobble stone floor.

"Marvelous," Baron breathed out as he slowly got back to his feet, his thumb pressed firmly against the remote, never taking his eyes away from him. "Grateful we made the collar out of vibranium instead of iron. If not, we will be in loads of trouble."

Finally releasing the button, Cassius opened his mouth and inhaled as much air as he could, coughing and spluttering like a fish out of water.

"It seems we will need to construct a device to subdue your powers in order for you to not pull a stunt like that ever again," Baron Strucker mused softly, straightening out his clothes as he stood in front of Cassius. "Until then, I warned you that your actions obtained consequences when you do not cooperate."

Blinking past his blurry vision, Cassius managed to hear two snaps from his fingers and soon he felt a pair of hands gripping both of his arms. Being dead weight, they carelessly dragged his naked body towards Baron, his head bowed down as it felt too heavy for him to hold.

"You must know, I hate to do this but you have forced my hands," Baron whispered the last words. "Welcome to hell."

Cassius never imagined that he would find himself back to where it all started. The moment where his life ended, where he was destined to live in a life with nothing but anger and hurt. Where he knew nothing in life but just fire and the chaos that it brought along with it.

Somewhere in the lowest level of wherever the hell he was in, Cassius found himself once again being tied up to a pole, this one being a wooden pole, while also being bare naked.

He felt like he was back to that scared, eight year old kid again, not knowing how to stand up to his own bullies or to fight back. When they dragged his weak body to the wooden pole, his surroundings dissolved as he reeled back to the moment when Jason Martin tormented him for just existing. The guards changed into little eight-year old kids with sickening smirks. The cobble-stone floor changed into grass and in the distance he could see the back of the school that he went.

Cassius could smell the rain in the air as the clouds darken, the tape coating his body pulled on his skin, irritating to the point that the area surrounding it turned an ugly red. It was like he was taken back in time, staring into those baby blue eyes that can swoon anybody in a heartbeat but can turn into a dark color, showing his true colors like the sea being involved in a chaotic storm. His charming looks that could get him out of any sticky situation was more menacing than the devil himself.

"Why are you doing this?!" Cassius yelled at him, hoping to stop him.

"Because your a freak," Jason snarled. "And freaks don't belong with us."

There was a whipping sound, a noise that sounded like leather snapping on leather against each other and next thing he knew, Cassius pulled his body closer to the wooden pole that he was chained too. The pain hit him like a freight train. If he thought that being drenched in sanitizer burned, then Cassius must be burning in hell at the moment. It started as a stinging sensation that felt like hundreds of wasps stung him at the same time before the feeling of what he could only describe as if lava was being glided down his bare back.

Panting through gritted teeth, his sweaty hair moved to the side as he glanced over his shoulder. Being brought back to reality, everything returned back to normal, now staring at the three guards who was staring right back at him. Two of them were each by his side, holding a weapon in their hands if anything happens. The third one was standing right behind him, Cassius eyes quickly darting to the object in his hand.

It was long and thin. The handle was thicker, being a foot long for his estimate. Going further down, Cassius spotted it separating into three different sections, becoming thinner than the handle but much longer though. There was tiny knots in each section, the tips of them finally ending with tiny but sharp, spikes. He felt the bile rising through his throat once Cassius recognized it as a whip.

"круг!"

Cassius placed his forehead against the wooden pole, ignoring the marks that looked like human scratches and the crimson color staining the wood. His body shook but he forced himself to not give them the satisfaction that all he wanted to do was cry out in pain.

"Избавление!"

Snap! His body flinch without his control, his eyes squeezing tightly as he just wanted everything to end. He wanted it to stop.

"Восемь!"

Snap! His back was on fire as he clenched his jaw to stop it from quivering, his eyes burning with tears that he refuse to shed.

"Наводнение!"

Snap! He could feel the skin on his back breaking, his muscles and tissue being exposed to the open air. He shudder when he could feel the air seeping through the wounds, like some sort of parasite.

"Учтивый!"

Snap! By this point, he ignored the way he could feel his very own blood was sliding down his very own back, down to his legs before soon, he was kneeling on his very own puddle of blood. The sight was making feel dizzy.

"пятьдесят пять!"

Snap! He couldn't breathe, it just hurt so much. A whimper was lodged in his throat as he swallowed it down, needing to leave this place was some sort of dignity. It was the only thing he had at the moment.

"Убежище!"

Snap! He did not understand what the words were being shouted at him, his brain to focus in not passing out in pain.

"Красавица!"

Snap! Cassius tilted his head to the side and without thinking, he bit down on his shoulder, a muffled scream emitting from his mouth. His body was quivering as if he was suffering through hypothermia.

"Два!"

Snap! The taste of iron filled his mouth as he broke through the skin of his shoulder, another wave of quaking pain hitting him once again. This one being more painful as they struck on one spot that has already been struck, feeling like someone poured salt down his wound.

"Династия!"

Snap! The chains around his wrist rattled as he hands shook, his fingernails embedding deeply onto the wooden pole, needing something to anchor him down or he would have slumped forward and possibly pass out.

Cassius braced himself for another whip, removing his bloody lips from his shoulder to gritting his teeth, his body shaking without his control. Never in his life, has his body been inflicted with so much pain, that his body did not know how to cope with it.

When nothing happened to him but just the air creeping through his open wounds, Cassius gave out a shaky breath, a sob almost escaping his lips before he stopped himself. His mouth opened into a silent scream as he tried to relax but it just resulted in his muscles stretching the wound on his back even more.

A whimper escaping, he closed his eyes as he forced himself to relax. He didn't even want to glance at the damage his back has been inflicted with. Something flicker in Cassius eyes as hazy eyes glanced down at himself, on his knees with his blood on the dirty cobblestone. His blood that should be inside of him. It finally dawned on him that this was going to be his life for who knows how long. He's going to be a lab rat for these people. He's a prisoner here.

He didn't even realize he flinched a bit when he heard footsteps heading his way before someone was standing over him. He slowly lifted his head, his eyes settling into a pure-hatred glare as he stared at the man who was responsible for all of this.

"There it is," Baron Von Strucker chuckled softly. "That fear in your eyes when you see me."

"I'm not scared of you," Cassius was hoarse and it started to become painful to talk.

"If only you could see yourself," Baron stared down at him. "This is hell."

Cassius could not get his hands to stop shaking as he tried to put his shirt back on. After running more tests such as how much pain can he take in, how much fire he can produce, how hot he can get them, and how strong he was, they finally let him rest after he passed out in complete exhaustion.

When he finally woke up, he forgot where he was as he let out a painful scream that just made him want to curl into a ball and block out everything around him. He was lying down on the mattress, lying on his stomach. Still naked, his body shook as his muscles strained out painfully when he slowly tried to push himself up by his arms.

It took him a while to finally managing to get up, his head swimming with dizziness as he panted heavily. Being on all fours, his eyes glanced around the room before quickly spotted a spare of clothes at the edge of the bed. Biting his lip, he winced every time he moved, trying so hard to ignore the pain as he shakily got back onto his feet and stumbled to grab the clothes.

His movements was slow as he slipped his legs through the sweatpants, dreading to put on the tank top. However, they didn't bother to bandage his back and he didn't want to look at it at all. Hands trembling, Cassius fisted the shirt a bit, glancing up a bit before he held his breath. Grunts escaped through his clenched teeth as he very, very slowly pushed his arms through the holes,

Managing to get both his arms a bit, he took a small break, holding his breath a bit before he lowered his head a bit. A wounded noise vibrated against his chest as he went at a snail-pace to push his head through the hole before slowly lowering the itchy fabric down his torso. The shirt scratched against the now scabbed wounds, making him uncomfortable at the sensation.

One arm across his chest, the hand placed on top of the bullet wound, now just a throbbing sensation, Cassius stumbled back to the mattress. Dragging his feet, he forced himself to sit down, knowing he need to take advantage of the time that he was resting before they come back for more tests. Back facing the camera, Cassius tried to move little as possible, his free hand resting on the edge of the mattress. When his fingers ghosted over a gloss, piece of paper, a sense of relief washed over him. He resisted the urge of taking it out, instead just settling in the knowing fact that Hydra didn't manage to steal everything they took him in.

His ears perked when he heard footsteps, his hand quickly wrenching back and settling on his lap. He could feel the collar around his neck growing heavier, tighter as he heard someone opening his cell door. Too weak to fight back, Cassius let them grab him, dragging him back to his feet before taking him out of his cell.

His face pinched when one of the guards grazed against his back, resisting the urge to make any noise at all on how much that really hurt. Left, right, left, right, Cassius forced himself to think about his feet because if he wasn't thinking about anything else, the fire on his back would become even more painful.

Stepping through a door, Cassius gasped when a bright, burning white light blinded him. Feeling a sudden breeze and inhaling fresh oxygen, Cassius looked around as if he was a blind mind being able to see for the first time. He was actually outside, the sun glaring down on his skin was roof enough that he was not dreaming or hallucinating.

A blow to the back had him cringe, his eyes stinging from the pain as he stumbled forward. His feet scraped against the rocky surface, taking it all in as he trudged forward, following behind the guards. White, beautiful snow covered the ground, trees as tall as skyscrapers scattered around them. He could see the mountains from here. It was like freedom was mocking him to make a run for it, looking around at all the open space.

Finally being able to know where he was in, Cassius sunken eyes took in the building he was being held captive. It was big, made out of completely out of stone. Too him, it looked like a castle. Bridges were constructed to easily make way from one side of the building to the other. Brick towers were built in each side of the building, looking more like a look-out post with guards invading inside. He could see each one of them holding a weapon as they look either at the land outside or at him in winder. He could tell this place was big, cobblestone floors stretching from miles from what he can tell.

This meant it was going to be more difficult for Cassius to memorize the landscape of the building if he wanted to figure a way out. He cannot be stuck here anymore because he knew if he did, he will give up and submit to Baron Von Strucker.

Walking for a couple more minutes, soldiers marching right past them, Cassius soon stopped in front of a courtyard, or what he assumed was a courtyard. All he saw was just a plain, grey stone-floor with nothing surrounding it. There was a red, painted circle in the center. And standing right in the center was Strucker and another man next to him.

As he was getting closer, Cassius couldn't help but gape when the sun reflected something shining against the other man's arm. It soon dawned on him that the metal shining against the sun was in fact, the strangers man. Spotting the red star plaster on the shoulder did Cassius confirm that this was the same man who kidnapped him in the first place, dragging him here after he knocked him out.

"You …" Cassius throat itchy, mouth dry as he stared at the two men in front of him.

"Glad to see you are awake," Strucker spoke up. "Been asleep for almost two days now."

Cassius didn't say anything, eyes settled at the metal armed man who just blankly stared at Cassius. His eyes raised the hairs on the back of his neck. They were empty, void of any emotion. It was almost robotic, blue eyes dull as if there is no one inside of him. Instead of being angry at the man, Cassius could not help but be curious on what happened to this man.

"Ah, I see you recognize him. I introduce you, the Winter Soldier," Baron raised a hand up before resting them back again at his back.

What's wrong with him? Cassius wanted to ask as they continued to stare at each other.

"He would be training you until he seemed fit you are ready to take on the field."

This snapped Cassius from his staring contest as his dark eyes glanced at Strucker.

"Training?" Cassius licked his dry lips. "Take on the field?"

"I did say we are going to make a soldier out of you. We were not going to run tests on you for eternity."

Of course, silly me Cassius thought to himself as he coughed a bit to clear his throat. This just resulted his throat to become even more irritated.

"Let's not waste time," Baron then said something to The Winter Soldier in a language Cassius could not understand.

He watched as the metal arm man turned around and swiftly walked to the edge of the red circle. Even his walking looked deadly. Cassius turned his head side to side as the guards left his side, watching as Strucker and them stood to the side, leaving him in the center of the red ring.

His heart raced, the palms of his hands getting sweating as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Cassius was not a fighter. He is the kid that avoided the fight at all costs. Yet here he was, standing in front of someone who look like that they can kill him with just the twitch of his pinky.

"Begin!"

Cassius blinked and next thing he knew, the Winter Soldier manage to cross all the way until he was in front of him. Next thing he knew, a metal fist was heading straight for his face. His brain too slow to register to dive out of the way, his head snapped to the side, blood pooling inside of his mouth as the world titled to the side. In less than a second, Cassius was already on the ground.

Translation:

Круг = circle

Избавление = deliverance

Восемь = eight

Наводнение = flood

Учтивый = courteous

пятьдесят пять = fifty-five

Убежище = asylum

Красавица = beauty

Два = two

Династия = dynasty