I stood tall and straight awaiting orders. The boss had disappeared this morning with a meeting. So the second in command was ordering us about. I stood to the side, back covered and watched them all as they busied with the computer system. I was told to stand and watch. So I stood and watched.

Something changed in the atmosphere because they got more animated with this piece of news. It went on for a while before the second in command approached me.

"Sir."

"Are you ready soldier?"

"This is what you have trained me for." I replied in my 'your-in-charge' voice. I knew I was ready for this. But I couldn't remember what this was. My memory was faulty and the more I thought about memories the more I had a blur of images flash in front of me. I then felt like I was being crushed. So I stopped thinking about my past hoping that everything would become clear.

"Then we shall see." He motioned for me to follow him out of the room. We moved through the underground down steel cold corridors and small steel walls. There was one part of the building I hadn't been to. Purely because I had not be ordered to, or had been trained down there. And as the commander led the way I realised I was now heading that way now.

The cold was creeping in; not that it bothered me. But everyone was wrapping up warmer which meant that the winter was fully raging above us. Something screamed in my head to run. To make a break for it. But I didn't. My training forced me to ignore that voice and do only what the commander had told me to do. I ignored the doubt, afraid that I would have to undergo more training if they saw the scepticism in my face. So I kept my face blank as I walked behind the commander. I was around others not of the commander. As I ate. As I slept. I walked with the aura I was under complete submission. Despite the voice telling me I wasn't.

I wore only jeans and a short sleeve tee. The jeans black, with boots, and the tee green with a black Hydra symbol stitched on. My hair was short. My face and neck bruised for reasons I cannot remember. I got into a fight; but when and with who I can't recall. I was covered in scars, and had a new burn across my right forearm and up past my elbow. It disappeared under my shirt across my elbow and could be seen across my collarbone where it faded. That burn hurt. It wasn't healing. I always thought I healed with speed; but something was stopping me. I couldn't heal fast. I wasn't supposed to right now. The small quiet voice in the back of my head told me not to heal that I'd be safer from the Commander if I didn't. I had a deep cut along the base of my neck. It was swollen. Cuts along my legs that hurt when I walked. They were also surrounded with bruises. They didn't look as mottled as the one on my face and neck. Nor did they spread as much. I cannot remember how I got any of them. I didn't want to retrain. So I let the bruises show. I let the cuts and gashes across my hand crack and bleed. I let the burns across my right arm slowly heal from their crippling blisters. And yet the pain seems non-existent compared to the voice in my head that would sometimes scream. I just bore on. Because that was what I felt was right. And it had never let me down the time I was here.

How long was that now? As I followed this soldier down these tunnels and corridors I cannot recall how long I had been among these men. But I was new. I was now fully trained and trusted with tasks. I had completed one successfully. Hacking into Jarvis of Stark Towers and giving him a message. I had also one on going, infiltrating the SHIELD server of Nick Fury. As I gained information I was planning an attack to retrieve Fury. He would be ours. We would rule the world. But I was new. But so important. For reasons I cannot recall.

The door opened and the commander stepped in. I followed behind and the commander spoke to two others there. They wore grey jumpsuits with heavy artillery around them. I hadn't seen this level of military before. They unlocked another door and the commander stepped through. He motioned to me and I followed keeping by his side, my hands behind my back. The notion of not being able to feel my hair behind my back made me sad. But they said to pass it had to be cut to my shoulders. It barely touched them. But I allowed it because it was training.

"Do you recognise them Soldier?" He stepped to the side and there were prisoners bound and gagged in reinforced tubes. They looked at me and I examined them. The first was a male. He had short messed up brown hair, a bruise across his chin. His brown eyes calculating. I knew him. His rolled up shirt and jeans. I knew him. The second was a male again, with blonde hair tied back. He had blue eyes, a red robe and some old brass plates around his wrists. He had simple cargo pants and tee. I knew him too. The third was a woman with red hair to her shoulders. It had started to curl. She was pale and angry. She had a black tee, thin and small suggested she had other clothing that had been removed. She was wearing leather pants and boots. I knew her. The fourth was a male. He was short with cropped hair. He had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen. He had cuts across his forehead. He was muscular and also very pissed off. I knew him. The fifth was another male. He was very tall and had simple black clothes and boots. His hair hung around his face, black and long. He had blue almost green eyes that watched me intently. I knew him. The last tube contained a male in a blue and red suit. He didn't look angry. Or tired. He looked like he was thinking. His hair was a light brown and he had some colour to his skin. I knew him.

"I recognise them Commander." I replied. It was the tone I used full of hollowness. It was empty but clear as if all life had been removed from me. My gut told me this was the right way to speak. I saw the one with long hair jerk. His eyes stared at me as he jerked against his bindings in his tube. I didn't look directly at him; but something about him worried me.

"They recognise you too Soldier." He smiled at me but I kept my face blank. Something said this was a test and I had to pass. I didn't want retraining. "Which one can lead me to the most information Soldier?"

"They each have their own uses Sir. They each specialise in different parts of information."

"I want the one with the most SHIELD information."

I heard the voice then. Screaming at me. But it was in a language I didn't understand. I did not want to be retrained. I kept chanting that as I stood in front of the woman. I looked down at her. She looked up at me. She didn't seem to beg in her eyes as I moved to speak. She seemed resigned and disappointed. In me. For reasons I couldn't recall why.

"Natasha Romanoff. Nick Fury's right side in near all tasks." I felt a bitter taste in my mouth. The words were like acid. But I pushed through it.

"Will she break easily?"

"No Sir." I stepped back by his side.

"Which of these traitors can be the most useful in acquiring Bruce Banner."

Bruce Banner. He's very poorly. I can't stay for Christmas Miah, I need to help Bruce. He's very poorly. But I can fix him. I can fix him. He doesn't have to hide away. He's very poorly. I'm sorry Miah.

"Tony Stark. Billionaire and owner of Tony Stark industries. He is expert in all things scientific." The words I heard before gave me a chill. Something sounded so wrong and desperate. I didn't want them.

"Will he break easily?"

"Yes Sir." His head from the first tube whipped to me. He looked furious. At me. For reasons I couldn't recall why.

"The traitor that can lead us to the destruction of Asgard."

"Loki Laufeyson. Enemy of Asgard, God of Mischief and Lies." I stood by him.

"That was not our source Soldier." His words felt like acid against me. They burned.

"I know better Sir. If incentive is used against him."

"And that incentive is what Soldier?"

"Thor Odinson. King of Asgard. Loki Laufeyson's brother."

"My source says they don't get on."

"Loki loves his brother Sir. In my experience, Loki has only wanted the same in return. He also feels no animosity to Asgard; those who rejected him. Thor would defend Asgard over every one. Including Loki." The screaming intensified. But I had been in situations like this before. I had to be loyal. I had to be submissive. I didn't want retraining. "If he is used against Loki; the God shall give you everything."

"Will he break easily?"

"A possibility Sir." The voice turned shrill in the back of my head. Don't touch him. Don't touch him. Don't touch him. Don't touch him. I focused with great difficulty.

"We have two that do not have any use. Is the correct Soldier."

"Steve Rodgers is the American sweetheart. He is also righteous and willing to put himself in harms way for others. He could be of use if the circumstances were right. Clint Barton although has no valuable information he is known for going dark." They all looked to me. And there was the disappointed, the rage, the horror. For reasons I couldn't recall why.

"Dark? How dark?" I grabbed his attention. I didn't want that. The voice was still shrieking making it difficult to concentrate.

"Under the influence of the tesseract he helped harm innocents; even kill, to aid Loki with his attempt to take over the world." They all stared at me. They were all somewhat horrified by my words. It put me in an even worse unsettled state.

"So we can train him. Like we trained you."

"Yes Sir." I answered. Inside I felt a quiver. I didn't want to retrain. Should anybody be trained? The room went silent as they all looked upon me; upon the others in this room. The one with green eyes; Loki, he never took his eyes off me. He watched me. His eyes took in every inch of me. Learnt from me. And he was furious. But not at me. For reasons I don't recall why.

"Do they have weaknesses Soldier?"

"No further weakness Sir." I lied. Oh for all things I lied. I don't know what told me to lie, but I lied. I had to. I know I had to. But if I was caught I was going to be trained. I was already trained. I didn't want to retrain. My mouth opened and that screaming voice took control. I should have control. Not the voice that hurt.

"I want you to overlook the torture of Loki Laufeyson and Thor Odinson Soldier."

"Yes Sir." This was a test. To see where my loyalties lay. They lay with Hydra. Only Hydra. So I would pass this test. My feelings before were lies. My feeling before were the brain wash that had been inflicted upon me. I was made to be their destruction. So I would complete my purpose.

"I want you to check in on the others tortures. I want Clint Barton's to be constant. No breaks, no relief. I want you to train him like we trained you."

"Yes Sir."

"Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark will be given to your maker. And I want Steve Rodgers to be locked away, where he can hear it all."

"I shall ensure this happens Sir."

"I want reports daily."

"Yes Sir."

"The Boss will be eager to hear of all progress."

"I shall not disappoint Sir."

"We trained you well." I stood still as the men in the jumpsuits moved through the room to Natasha Romanoff. They opened up the prison they were in and hoisted her up onto her feet from her knees. She jerked, slamming her knee into one of them. He let go of her and the gag fell free.

"Enya!" She screamed at me. I almost jerked.

Enya, you're alive. Enya, how are you? Enya, grab some pizza before the animals do. Enya, I don't want to kill you. Enya are you coming home for Christmas? Enya, aren't your tired? Enya, don't go, not right now.

They restrained her but I felt something clutch at my heart. Something was very wrong here. Something was very wrong and only I could sort it. But I had to soon. But what was it that was wrong? What was it that was making me know that I had to act soon? Why couldn't I remember?!

"Enya, don't let them control you. Enya, fight it." I watched as they gagged her again, hit her hard and then dragged her past me. I made no motion to move or do anything but watch her be dragged past my sight of vision. The Commander was watching me and he seemed pleased that I did not react. Should I have done? Why was he making sure I hadn't?

My brain was all fuzzy. Things didn't make sense and I didn't understand why this was all wrong. Control me? Who was controlling me? I felt a spark of anger and fed it with my confusion. Like oxygen to a flame the inferno grew.

"My finest Soldier yet. One hundred and ninety five hours of solid training and she accepted everything we told her. She wasn't in the best condition after that sort of vigorous and painful training. But now she is as loyal as they come. She'll even torture every single one of you if I ordered her for it." Training. The pain. Someone had hurt me to control me. I was going to burn them all down when my mind cleared. The prisoner Tony Stark mumbled something. "Don't believe me?" He smiled at the prisoner. "Soldier, I want you to start the torture on Loki Laufeyson and Thor Odinson. I want to make sure they see your loyalty to me."

"Yes Sir. Understood."

The men in jumpsuits appeared again, dragging away Tony Stark. We watched as all that was left was Steve Rodgers. Five came for him, and made sure he moved the way they wanted. He didn't seem angry; his mind seemed hard at work.

"Start at five hundred hours. I want them to have a good hour of hearing Natasha Romanoff scream before you start on those two. Then after an hour, I want Tony Stark's to start, followed by Clint Barton. I want a report by the end of the day."

"Yes Sir." With that dismissal I left and reserved rest for the long day ahead. I mainly wanted to sleep because something was wrong. The voice louder and louder. But I didn't want to listen where others saw me. So I hoped sleep drowned it out so I could focus on my task.