He just kept smiling. Through the pain, and the torturing. After the questions, even the occasional sarcastic quip, he just kept smiling. I often wondered how he did it. Kept that smirk in place, no matter what was thrown at him. Whether it was a lack of fear, or a conscious effort to annoy our captors. Even when they left the room, he still kept smiling. I was afraid if he didn't stop soon, his face would be frozen in that position, and then where would we be? Finally after an unquestionable amount of time, I asked him why.
He answered, "Because there's nothing left to be sad about. They're all dead, and we're joining them soon." He said it with a smile. Whatever they had pumping into me made it difficult to speak, but I tried my hardest to slur together, "Steve, they're not dead, you have to-" and was forcibly stopped by another wave of pain. Considering I'd survived a gamma blast, this should have been nothing to me, but whatever drugs they were giving to keep me sedated, they were also preventing my natural form from healing my wounds.
The fact that I had been wounded at all was an indication of how professional these mercenaries were.
I was scared. There was no other way to put it, fear had been a near constant companion to me from the moment we'd awoken in these conditions. I had no idea how much time had passed, nor really how we had even ended up in this situation. My memories from being the Hulk were always sketchy at best, now they were non-existent, so I didn't even know what had happened to the other's. Steve was no help at all, since he was even more out of it. Plus his insistence that they were all dead wasn't any kind of comforting. I just kept dearly hoping that was the drug's talking.
When rescue finally did come, it wasn't anyone that I would have hoped for, it was SHIELD. They came barging into the facility, and got Cap out of there before I had even fully registered their presence. For one heart-stopping moment, I actually thought they were going to leave me here like this, but then they came back again, upped the dosage on my drugs, and I really did pass out.
At our debriefing later I finally got the whole story. They had been trying to mix together mine and Steve's blood, doing what a lot of mad scientist were convinced would create the 'perfect soldier.' A test subject had been released, which is how SHIELD had found us.
The rest of the Avenger's were still mostly in critical care, having been taken down hard in the initial battle. Everyone was going to come through in the end, but that smile was a horrid linger in my mind.
I know this one was really dark for the most part, but I guess that's what happens when you write in a dark mood.