"Желание" Longing
he began to thrash back and forth. Panic bloomed in his chest. His breathing labored all of a sudden, but he knew why…
"Семнадцать" Rusted,
"no... NO...NO! NO! NO! he screamed out over and over. How could this be happening.
"Ржавый" Seventeen,
"stop please STOP" panic was taking over. But he couldn't move, something was holding him back. Something stronger than he had ever been restrained by before.
"Рассвет" Daybreak,
He continued to scream. Trashing became much wilder. But still whatever held him he couldn't break free of. He was beginning to hurt himself.
"Печь" Furnace,
"MAKE IT STOP" even with all the super strength he possessed. Whatever held him didn't budge, his throat began to hurt from how loud he was screaming. He would be hoarse after this nevertheless he couldn't stop screaming.
"Девять" Nine,
screaming he knew he was screaming. But what words came from his mouth now, he couldn't even process. His wrist was bleeding from how much he pulled at the restraints. His legs hurt from bashing back and forth off of god knew what.
"Добросердечный" Benign,
he begged over and over he didn't know who he was begging. His metal hand flexed closed so hard he thought he could possibly bend vibranium if he had been holding any. But nothing happened. Nothing was happening. Just the slow droll of whoever was trying and going to succeed in his activation.
"Возвращение на родин" Homecoming,
now he was crying, screaming, begging all together back and forth, this couldn't be happening. He was in anguish, his eyes tried to focus on where the words were coming from, but his vision was dark. Masked out, he must be blindfolded. How had he not noticed this before.
"Один" One,
Oh, dear god please don't let this be happening. please if anyone was up there don't let this happen, he kept praying over and over in his head now tears streaming down his face.
How did he get here, he racked his brain? He couldn't remember where he was last, who he was with. Nothing came to the forefront of his mind. But he was about to lose all control he knew that much, his struggling and fighting had accomplished nothing, whoever was about to use him didn't care.
The words came so delicately, precisely and well-rehearsed he knew whoever was speaking them knew exactly what they were doing and had absolutely no regrets.
"Товарный вагон" Freight Car
He froze finally. His whole body betrayed him. His head blanker than before but still deep-down screaming at himself. All the trashing stopped. He couldn't control himself anymore. He knew it wasn't him, it was the monster that took over. It was like taking a ride in the back seat of your own body.
"good morning soldat"
The words came out of his mouth without his consent
"ready to comply"
The woman that stood Infront of him shocked him, he hadn't seen this face since New York.
Her voice was velvety smooth to his ears.
"I have a mission for you soldat"
He wanted to scream. She came forward and hit a button just to his left, out of reach of his shiny new arm. The restraints made a mechanical hiss and opened with a pop of hydraulics.
His body continued to betray him, and he stood, came to a solid mass and was so still not a muscle moved. Waiting for orders. Waiting to be told to do something heinous or asked for mission reports.
But what he didn't know was how he was reacting to this. The Wakandans… Ayo told him he was free. That the words didn't work anymore. That they broke him from the evil words that Hydra had programed him with. Even when Zemo had tried at the jail… nothing. And now. He stood here ready to fucking do whatever this bitch was about to ask him to do. And he had unquestionably no control over any of it.
Her words broke him. When she gave her orders his body took over strait away, he was going to do something Steve had done once, but not in the way Steve had done it, not for the same reasons Steve had gone THERE. Something he didn't want to do, at all but all together had no choice as his body was already on the move. Weapons and a change of clothes where already pilled in the corner behind her. His old gear, stuff he hadn't worn in a number of years.
Mission: Assassinate Baron Helmut Zemo
Leave no trace.
He was screaming internally. Like he was banging on a glass that wouldn't break. A jail cell glass cube in his own mind. Sure, he didn't always like Zemo. They certainly had a strange and non-conventional past. But in the last while he had grown on him a bit. Did he start the same way?
While his body moved forward, dressed, acquired gear and began to stalk through and away from his captor and new handler he let his body go on auto pilot. That was the best way to describe it. He was along for the ride at this point. Nothing he could do, say or scream would stop the soldier while he was activated other than… well he didn't want to think about dying. And Steve wasn't around anymore.
Maybe Sam would stop him, maybe Sam would catch wind of the winter soldier reappearing out of nowhere and be able to stop him or Walker maybe. Okay that was a stretch but still. Sam, the new captain America would surely catch wind… maybe before it was to late. Before he killed to many people. Before he couldn't come back from it this time.
The Wakandans would be pissed. That's for sure. Ayo and Shuri especially. He hoped they caught wind of this and took him in and put him back on ice. Obviously, something still deep down was still incredibly wrong with him.
He had no idea how the soldat was going to achieve getting to the raft, but he was well equipped. To kill, maim and steal whatever was necessary to complete his mission.
His body had stormed out of the building. He didn't recognize the area, but it was dark. Damn, why couldn't it have been mid-day when everyone would see him, and the news would have had him on broadcast so fast you wouldn't even have the time to say cheese. Of course, she knew not to do this during the day, she was obviously way too smart for that. She was able to get him here… in this condition and activate him. She perceptibly wasn't stupid enough to activate him mid-day.
So, his body stuck to alley ways. Stole a motor bike. Yeah, he had a thing for bikes… kill him. He raced down some side streets. Found the freeway and was on his way to steal a plane, quin jet. Something. The only thing he knew was the Raft was out in the middle of the ocean. He hadn't joined Steve on his rescue mission to free Barton, Wanda and the rest back then.
But this handler had known, she had handed the soldat a file before he had left. He skimmed it so quickly, taking in every word so fast his normal brain absolutely couldn't have ever processed it. But this was the Winter soldier. Not James Bucky fucking Barnes anymore.