Project Almighty, an avengers fanfic

Hello, wanted to give this idea a try, now without further ado. Let's get started. By the way, the doctor that is introduced is only described as an Iranian Nuclear engineer. No names were ever stated from what I could find, so I just made up one. Also, some OOC with character behavior, but considering their relationship I thought it made sense. This is based in the MCU with some differences of my own here and there to add a bit to the story.

[Odessa, Ukraine – August 26, 2009]

Shrugging and twisting my neck as numerous pops and cracks sound, a sigh of relief. Checking raising my left hand and peering down at my watch, producing a swift nod before it rests back at my side. Straightening my tie as I look in my reflection of the elevator wall. A man in his mid to late 20's with strikingly pale blue eyes stare back. The color contrasting rather well with my short midnight black hair in a classic combed back style.

My admittedly refined handsome features are one that draws many eyes, both male and female. I Deduce my appearance to be as sharp as ever. My eyes drift to my hands tightening my tie, several horizontal lined scars streak across the surface on the back of my hands and fingers. I stop a small frown from forming on my face at the memory of their origin. Though I suppress it when I notice the reflection of the ever so familiar face of my beautiful partner.

A smirk on her face as she looks at me, I turn to her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" I ask as she lets out a chuckle more fitting to be a melody.

"I find the fixation you have on your dress and appearance entertaining." She says with a wry smile.

"Well, you don't seem to mind, every time we have hot passionate sex. Or am I wrong Nat?" I ask getting closer, my hand caressing the side of her face. Her breath quickening as a blush starts to form on her cheeks. I go in for a kiss, but a soft hand pushes my face away making me chuckle.

"We promised each other we wouldn't get intimate on the job. Now behave yourself and I promise to make it up to you later. I haven't forgotten it is your birthday today." She says clearing her throat, her face going blank and her blush disappearing. Entering her mission mode as I like to call it, pretty much going into a state of extreme focus and controlled emotions.

"Fine. Its our stop anyway. Time to get to work." I say as the elevator dings and the doors open; our steps are swift as we walk down the corridor before stopping at a door. I knock twice, and seconds later it opens revealing a disheveled man.

"Dr. Atash Shirvani. We are agents from S.H.I.E.L.D here to escort you. Please come with us quickly." Natasha states making the man nod readily as we move back through the corridor and elevator. Exiting the building as we escort the subject into a vehicle parked out front.

Entering the driver seat of a Black sedan with tinted windows, Natasha and the doctor enter the back. The Doctor sitting directly behind me, putting it in gear and driving out into the street, making my way to the extraction zone. I glance down at my watch confirming that we are on schedule.

We drive in silence, my eyes analyzing every potential threat. It only takes a few minutes to exit the city as we drive around a mountain. A steep cliffside at our left comes into view as I continue to drive. I look briefly in my review mirror, satisfied with the lack of cars behind us.

Flickering back to the road I exhale.

Crack*

I freeze as I choke slightly, the windshield in front of me now holding a circular hole with cracks around it. My breath leaving me as a pain radiates through my chest. Bringing my hand to the spot and inserting my hand underneath my jacket before extracting it, a rather large amount of blood coating it. Coughing as my throat suddenly fills with liquid.

"Vik!" I hear Natasha shout in alarm, pressing my hand against my chest as I stomp on the accelerator. It gets continuously harder and harder to breath, more of the liquid flows from my throat as I choke. Looking in the review mirror to see Natasha looking at me with wide frantic eyes. The subject however seems to be either unconscious or dead, judging from the blood pouring from his neck through Natasha's fingers he is not long for life.

"T-The subject, Nat. W-What is his status." I choke out, a grimace on my face as blood seeps through my fingers. Natasha moves up and applies more pressure, I give her a pained look.

"He's dead. We need to get you a Medical evac, Vik, you're hurt bad." She says seriously, though the worried edge in her tone is clearly noticeable. Before I can respond a harsh sound.

Boom!

I suddenly lose control of the vehicle as we slide straight off the cliff. A moment of weightlessness hits me, before I am suddenly thrown about the cab. My head striking the steering wheel making me see white. The car rolls several times down the cliffside, my side of the car is crush as my legs get pinned along with my left arm before we come to a startling halt.

From what I can tell the car is upside down, the blood from my chest flowing down and dripping into my eyes. A coughing sounds to my right as I look, Nat comes into to view, a small cut of her eyebrow other than that she seems to be alright.

"Rrgh." I growl trying to free myself, I feel Natasha helping but neither my arm nor my legs budge.

"Its no use, Nat. I am pinned." I say blinking rapidly to clear the blood, my breathing far hoarser than it was before. My vision starts to tunnel, and black spots start to filter in.

"Just hang in there Viktor. Stay awake for me baby, okay? This is Agent Romanoff, we were ambushed. Subject is dead and Agent Rodin is down. I repeat Subject is dead and Agent Rodin is down, requesting immediate Medical Evac!" She says looking at me with watery eyes, her hands slick before she touches her earpiece and reports. Though the sound of her voice only fades as I lose consciousness.

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Beep…

My eyes open to the sound of a heartrate monitor, an all too familiar sound. Though the feeling of an oxygen tube shoved down my throat is new, and definitely something I don't want to experience again. My gag reflex activating harshly as I bring my hand up and pull it out. Ragged breaths fill the room, sitting up I groan from the pain radiating through my chest and shoulder.

The central point of where I had been shot, looking around the room I immediately recognize that I am currently resting in a S.H.I.E.L.D medical facility. Which one it was I wouldn't know; my guess is that it was the nearest one to the ambush sight. In fact, I didn't even get a look at the interceptors, the only thing I remember happening was a bullet hitting the windshield. Which in turn struck me in the chest, then seconds later my tires blew out resulting in me losing control of the vehicle and sending us off the cliff side.

The door to my room opens revealing a doctor entering the room, my eyes take the man in. He seems to be distracted with the clipboard in his arms, he pulls one of the pages up before his eyes drift to me. A look of pleasant surprise on his face as he speaks.

"Your awake. Can you tell me who you are and the last thing you remember?" The Doctor asks looking at the machine to my left displaying vitals and jotting down notes.

"Viktor Rodin, otherwise known as Agent Rodin of S.H.I.E.L.D. The last thing I remember is Escorting a subject, getting shot, losing control of the vehicle and nose diving it off a cliff. How long have I been out?" I ask getting comfortable, as I do so however I get an intense pinch of pain.

"Two Weeks…What is your level of pain?" He asks noticing my discomfort, my head snaps to his direction at finding out I had effectively been in a coma.

"Manageable. Mostly just sore, well everywhere. It feels particularly intense in my left arm, leg and the right side of my chest." I say as the doctor nods in response, clearly expecting the answer.

"Well, considering you were shot with a rather large caliber round, I think a little pain is warranted. The bullet tore straight through your right pectoral, lung, and clipped your Pulmonary Artery. As a result, your lung filled with blood and collapsed it, at the time you were effectively drowning in your own blood while simultaneously bleeding to death. That was just the injuries you obtained from the bullet, you also had a dual break of the Radius and Ulna in your left arm and most of the bones in your hand were crushed. The left Tibia and Fibula in your leg was broken in several places, with the added bonus of a broken Tarsus. Those were a result from the driver's side of the cab caving in and crushing those extremities. Those were just the worst of the injuries, you also came in with several abrasions, but those will heal on their own." He says taking a breath as I nod along, never had any lung injuries before. Can't say I would ever want to try it again either, it was very unpleasant. I glance down at my arm and leg, sure enough there both encased in a cast. They both feel a bit numb but I don't test it and keep them relaxed.

"If you hadn't been extracted when you were, you would have certainly died. Count yourself lucky, Agent Romanoff called it in when she did, you owe her your life." He said seriously bringing a question to my mind.

"What was the extent of her injuries?" I ask hiding the concern I am feeling.

"Just a few bumps and scrapes. Anyways, you should expect a full recovery with your lung though it will be a little hard to breath for a week or two. The pain should deteriorate in the chest overtime, your arm should be good as new in four to six weeks, your hand however may not regain full function. The leg however is going to be a problem, the bone was basically crushed. It is doubtful that you will return to the field, let alone walk unassisted as a result." He says grimly as I lean back and process the information.

"Thanks Doctor. I would appreciate it if I could have some time alone." I say after a moment, thinking about my current predicament. If there were an example of a mission going wrong, my latest one would be just that. Not only did it go wrong it reduced me to a cripple for the rest of my foreseeable future.

"Of course, if you need anything just press that button." He responds as I offer a nod before watching him leave.

After a life of violence this is what I am reduced to? Pathetic…

I was an orphan child born in Moscow, Russia, I never knew my parents. My earliest memory is being recruited into the Wolf Spider Ops Program. That was where I had met Natasha, she was also recruited into this program. Though she was put into the female counterpart of my program. We hadn't been in constant contact of course, but we met briefly on numerous occasions. Each time we met we became more and more familiar with each other, quickly becoming friends.

Though we made sure to hide our growing relationship with ferocity, something we did because we saw what happened to those who showed any sort of kindness. Most of the time it resulted in being forced to kill those you showed kindness to. We made sure to fight each other with a bit more aggression to make sure they wouldn't catch on.

This continued until I was 18 and she was 17, when we were both deemed as ready. Department X as they were called pushed us to graduate, completing a series of incredibly strenuous physical and mental tests. After we completed those, the final task was sterilization. For the sole purpose of making us better killers, removing the weakness of worrying about a family during a mission.

I decided I didn't want to sacrifice my fertility; Natasha had agreed with me, so we broke out. This was a messy affair that involved a lot of death, and blood. We then employed our services for a number of things, most of the time it was wet works since that was what we were trained to do. This worked well enough for us, but we made a bad rep. One S.H.I.E.L.D deemed as a threat, they ended up sending an Agent Barton to kill us. Though he made a different call and recruited us instead. From then on Natasha and I have been in the services of S.H.I.E.L.D. Taking missions and rising the ranks, all up until now.

My thoughts were broken when the door opens once more, this time a strikingly familiar face appears. Natasha rushes to me and embraces be tightly, broken sobs follow soon after. Shock flashes through my mind at her behavior, I have never seen Natasha so distraught before. I relax as wrap my arms around her in a comforting embrace, I keep this up until they die down and she extracts herself from me composing herself.

"S-Sorry, it's just I really thought you were going to die, Viktor. I couldn't handle it, you just kept bleeding. No matter what I did it wouldn't stop, y-you stopped breathing Vik…" She says as her face contorts in pain, the tears threatening to spill once more.

"It's gonna be okay Nat. The doctor said I would be alright; my leg may never be the same but I'm still breathing." I respond stroking her face calming her down, but the sadness doesn't leave her face.

"The doctor told me that you wouldn't be able to return to the field, not even walk the same anymore." She states looking at my casted leg, her frown deepening.

"We'll figure something out. Right now, though, I just need to relax." I say with a sigh as I lean back, Natasha however crawls into my bed and rests her head on my chest seeking security with my touch. I close my eyes, despite my two week coma, sleep finds me quickly.

[Several months later in a S.H.I.E.L.D Facility located in Los Angeles, November - 26 – 2009]

Sweat pours down my face as my expression contorts in concentration. I struggle to support myself on the assisting bars, taking several steps, pain shooting up through my left leg. Clenching my jaw as I continue taking more steps, tingles radiate through my left hand as I grasp the bar. The nerves in my hand had never completely recovered, my dexterity is negligible at best, I can at least grip onto things but that's about it.

"That's enough, Agent Rodin. Outstanding work, you managed to shave down your recovery significantly. I would have thought you would need at least another month or two before we thought about physical therapy. Now you're nearing the end of it. I'd say we get you a cane and you should be able to walk on your own soon." My Physical therapist by the name of Jeff states, as I give him a smirk before wiping my face of the sweat.

"All thanks to you Jeff, couldn't have done it without you." I respond good naturedly, though in the back of my head I am mentally pat myself the back for the accomplishment. I didn't put blood sweat and tears into this to not get anywhere, if anything I pushed myself exceptionally hard to recover as fast as possible.

I ease into a nearby chair while gripping and massaging my leg, an attempt to rub out the discomfort. Meanwhile Jeff takes his leave marking the end of today's session of physical therapy. My eyes are drawn to the nearby newspaper laying on the side table. Picking it up and taking a better look at the headline I raise an eyebrow in slight surprise.

"Huh… Tony Stark confessed to being Iron Man? Didn't think he would expose himself so early, I guessed he would have waited at least a year." I say reading aloud before throwing the paper back down on the table. I lean back and relax taking a drink of some water from my hydro flask, relishing in the cool water pouring down my throat.

Screwing the cap back on the bottle my eyes are drawn to my scarred hands, my left now holding more from the surgeries. Now holding a crisscrossed pattern, I take a moment to relive the memory.

Red Room 15 years ago

My fingers expertly darting across the keyboard, pressing a number of different keys generating a pleasant sound to my ears. My eyes reading the music sheets as I perform the song to perfection. Though after hours of playing my right hand cramps before I inevitably fumble missing a note. An involuntary wince forms on my face knowing what is to come.

"Stop." An authoritative voice belonging to a female sounds as I immediately do so.

"Place your hands on the lid." Looking over to the woman I have known for most of my life as Madam B. watch me with a scrutinizing gaze, her expression cold and unfeeling. My eyes flicker to the others in the room, many girls in spandex that were previously performing ballet dancing to the tune I produced, that now only stare at me with pitying expressions. One of them being a friend I had made a few years ago Natasha, her face stony but I can see the worry in her eyes.

I do as she says and place my hands on the lid of the piano before she approaches taking a switch in her hand. Clenching my jaw as I look forward mentally preparing myself. She brings her hand up before bringing it back down on my hands making me flinch in pain.

Crack*

Three more strikes follow as I breath through my nose willing myself to not break from the punishment. Looking down at my hands seeing four lacerations formed from the long stick, the blood pouring freely from the wounds. Madam B. backs up and gives another order.

"Again." She says as I comply seating myself back down on the chair and placing my dripping hands over the keys. Once again, I begin playing ignoring the pain now radiating through my hands. The keys start to get slippery as I play, the shuffling of feet sound behind me as I hear the girls dance once more.

In the Red Room where we were trained, we were given a skill to utilize and improve us. The girls were mostly taught Ballet to aid them in flexibility and agility, while piano was taught to the boys for stimulating our cognitive skills. Considering I was the only boy of my program, the others either died or just disappeared after proving to fail consistently. I seemed to be the only one that excelled consistently. There were many girls however in the program. So, it worked out in that regard.

Lashes were a common form of punishment provided to those who made a mistake. We were always targeted on a specific part of our body that directly affected us when training. The girls when messing up a part of the ballet would receive lashes on the bottom of our feet, I however received them on the top of my hands. Every time they split the skin, made us bleed but we never let it affect us. We just continued and prevailed, no matter what because anything was better than death.

Present

The memory fades away as I looked at the scars, Natasha even had a few of her own on her feet but not nearly as many as I did on my hands. She just took better to the training it was as simple as that. I'll never say it out loud, but I always considered she was better than me at hand to hand. My thoughts are broken when I see the movement I see in my peripherals, a familiar face entering my vision.

"Director Fury." I acknowledge as I stand to my feet at his entrance, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through my leg at the movement. The man only looks at me with a calculating eye, as if judging my worth.

"Please sit down, I know that you're feeling more pain than you're letting on." He says making my eyes widen slightly before I compose myself and nod, sitting back down with a grunt.

"What can I do for you Director?" I ask curiously, usually he only approaches Agents with a mission. To which I am positive isn't the case considering I am not mission ready, so I can only wonder at this point.

"It's not what you can do for me Agent Rodin… It's what I can do for you." He states much to my confusion. Something he seemingly picks up on as he elaborates.

"I am here to give you an opportunity. A chance to potentially bring you back to fighting shape, perhaps even better than before. To get you back in the field, and more importantly back at the side of Agent Romanoff." He says making me stiffen, why would he say that specific bit of information. Why even bring Natasha into it? Could he know about Natasha and I?

"Don't even try to deny it, I know of your relationship with Agent Romanoff. While regulations aren't particularly fond of Fraternization between Agents. I understand your relationship started long before both of your inductions into S.H.I.E.L.D. You both work impeccably together, that much is undeniable. Your mission success rate speaks for itself, well with the exception of your last one of course." He states not looking the least bit concerned with the knowledge, he eyes me once again as silence overtakes the room.

"Why come to me now, why not right after the incident, something I am sure you would have known about?" I ask clearly intending to get the conversation back on track and away from my relationship with Natasha, making him chuckle, as he approaches.

"We needed you to be mostly recovered, at least your more serious injuries. Not only that we wanted to see how you would react to finding yourself in the situation you were in. You were told you would never walk normally again, but you didn't stop and dwell on it. You fought hard, tooth and nail to recover as quickly as possible. You shaved off your recovery time my months, I was impressed. So, I chose you, sure we had a number of different Agents to present this opportunity with. But none had the mindset you did. While this was an incredibly important aspect of choosing a candidate, you are also special." He states as I process his words while he approaches. Though I give him a questioning glance at calling me special.

"What do you mean? Special?" I ask.

"We take the blood sample of every single potential agent, check for any possible health defects. Of course, we found nothing in you considering where you are now. But in the initial test we overlooked something… you are a possessor of the X-Gene. Or more specifically you are a Homo Superior, humanities next step in evolution. A new species of human that display powers and abilities, so far as I am sure you know already yours hasn't manifested yet from what we can tell. Sometimes it is physical others it is not. The population of your species is not exactly a common one, our guess being a few hundred or less. We figured that with the introduction of the X-Gene we would have greater results." He states shock flashing through me as I take in his words. He basically made me question everything I knew about myself. I run my hand through my hair as I lean back, I take a moment before answering.

"Wow… That's… A lot. So, I am a Homo Superior? Do you know why my powers haven't manifested yet?" I ask trying to get a better idea of myself.

"Well, it's up to speculation at this point. Most Homo Superiors manifest their powers in puberty others in adulthood, sometimes it takes a traumatic event. You have checked two of those boxes. Considering your life was filled with violence from a young age, your desensitized to it, so it would probably take something rather extreme." He states as I nod my head, somewhat agreeing with his words. It would be safe to say my emotional capacity is a bit limited in that regard, though only exception I would guess is my affections for Natasha.

"All the information you'll need is in this file, look through it and contact me with an answer, you have a week." He states pulling out a file from the inside of his trench coat and placing it on the coffee table in front of me. Big red letters spelled Classified stamped over the face. He quickly turns and exits the facility; my eyes linger however on the file in front of me. My hand unconsciously squeezing my leg as I do so.

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Pushing open the door to my apartment, cane in hand as I limp in. Closing the door behind me and locking it, as I walk into the living area. Pulling off my bag and placing it on the table before extracting the file given to me by fury. Walking to my bedroom I stop when I see Natasha sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. The wall in front of her holding various pictures and strings placed on it, leading to different directions. Sighing as I hobble over to her and sit down at her side, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"He's a ghost Vik, this is everything we have on him. Everything S.H.I.E.L.D has in their database about the Winter Soldier, or at least what we have access to with our clearance. He disappears just as quickly as he appears, in and out. He is terrifyingly good at what he does." She says exasperatedly, I frown at her current state of distress.

Ever since that mission went wrong, she has been obsessed with finding the Winter Soldier. Set out on getting revenge, for almost killing me. Me almost dying like that was incredibly traumatic for her, almost to the point of hysteria. I guess I turned into an emotional crutch for her. She seemed like she couldn't handle the prospect of me dying.

It makes sense, we've been dependent on each other for the majority of our lives, emotionally and physically. Though I never thought it would have affected her to such a degree. I fear what would have remained of her if I did indeed die. I let us just sit in comfortable silence as I hold her, the woman that I was confident to say was the love of my life.

"Director Fury approached me today with an opportunity… and revealed quite a bit of shocking information about me." I say breaking the silence, Natasha whips her head to look me in the face, her eyebrows furrowed.

"What kind of opportunity. What information." She asked questioningly.

"The kind that would fix my leg and hand. He also said I was some kind of new species of human. Like humanities next step in evolution." I respond making her eyes widen as she turns her body to me.

"H-Huh?" She stumbles out, clearly confused. I take a few moments to explain everything Fury told me, making sure to leave nothing out. If I weren't as bewildered as her, I would be highly amused at her current expression.

"That's a lot…" She states with furrowed brows, that I reciprocate with a nod. Though I do feel a bit worried with her newfound knowledge of me.

"This doesn't change how you see me does it?" I ask with a frown, making her eyes soften before she rests her hand on my cheek stroking it lovingly.

"Nothing would change the way I feel about you, Viktor." She says smiling before she moves in for a kiss, our tongues entwining in a dance for dominance that I always find myself winning. We separate after a few heated moments of passion.

"So, what's this opportunity Fury presented you?" She asks calming down.

"Well, he said all the information I need to know is in this file. I haven't read it yet, so I don't know what it entails. Thought I should wait until I came home so we could read it together." I say showing the file with a small smile.

"Well, what are you waiting for open it!" She states a little excited at the prospect of getting me healed. I chuckle in response before complying, opening the file I read the headline.

"Project Almighty?" I think, reading it. My eyes drift down reading the summary.

"Project Almighty is a level 10 project to create an operative capable of deterring the highest level of threats, normal Agents are unable to accomplish. The first step will involve the chosen subject to be injected with serum SSS-16 synthesized by S.H.I.E.L.D researchers. The effect of the serum is intended to replicate the effects of the Super Soldier Serum. Enhancing all of the body's main functions such as strength, durability, speed, agility, stamina, reflexes, senses, healing and lifespan of the subject to superhuman levels. Intelligence is also enhanced to a greater degree, cognitive function is further enhanced enabling the subject to learn, memorize and apply information at an accelerated rate. Step two will to be stimulating the body's natural growth with a of Vita Radiation and Gamma Radiation. This will enhance the subject further, however each exposure will need to be done separately to avoid extreme radiation poisoning. The process of stimulation with radiation is an extremely delicate process and requires a controlled environment." I state aloud, nodding in appreciation at seeing all of the boons of the serum. I also do know that people have been trying to recreate the super soldier serum since the 40s. From what I know many have been somewhat successful, I guess S.H.I.E.L.D managed to put something together. The involvement of radiation is a tad bit concerning if I were to be honest. Could they be trying to recreate the incident that occurred back in 2005?

Where a Doctor of the name Bruce Banner unknowingly worked on a project for the army to develop the Super Soldier Serum that created Captain America. He thought he was working on creating a serum that prevented radiation poisoning, after some time the project lost funding resulting in him using himself as a test subject. Long story short it didn't go the way Banner thought it would, whereas the General overseeing the project got a result that you could say was too much of a success. Now we have a big green monster running around, capable of untold destruction.

I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D is trying to replicate the result specifically because the monster produced what far to uncontrollable. So, they may have figured something out or lessened the dose given so it doesn't produce such a… spectacular result. I would also appreciate not having my mind deteriorate like it did to Dr. Banner.

Hmph…

SSS as in Super Soldier Serum, not very creative if you ask me. The number sixteen is most likely the iteration of the serum. So, they had fifteen failures, let's just hope they weren't spectacular failures. It doesn't list any details of the other trials, no side effects, nothing. This alone is a cause for concern, but the prospect of getting myself healed is one I can't ignore. I can't leave Natasha out in the field alone, we were an impeccable team before, and I don't intend that to change any time soon.

"I am going to do it; I won't hold you back anymore. I'll need to be stronger; the Winter Soldier will regret fucking with us." I say turning to Nat with a resolute expression. Her own looked as if I slapped her in the face.

"You really think your holding me back?" She asked appalled at the thought before she adamantly shakes her head.

"I would never even acknowledge the thought, in fact it never even occurred to me that you might be. To me this was just a bump in the road, I knew that you would get back in fighting shape. You always bounced back whenever you were injured on the job, this isn't any different. So don't ever think you were a burden on me, if anything you always made me stronger." She states adamantly, her eyes showing only sincerity. A warm smile graces my face at her declaration. I move in and take her in a chaste kiss which turns into a heated exchange.

We separate as a look of lust adorns her face.

"You know I never did give you that birthday present I promised~." She states with a look of love in her eyes and a giggle.

The file in my hand drops to the floor as I embrace her, we fall onto the bed as our hands snake around each other's forms. My right hand gripping her firm ass and my left on her large breast getting a moan of appreciation in return. Our tongues intertwining in a loving embrace. My arousal reaching a level of no return as we begin disrobing each other.

She pulls of my shirt marveling at my lean muscled body, various scars littering my torso from a lifetime of different injuries. Though the one her eyes are focused on is my gunshot wound on my chest from the Winter Soldier. I distract her with another kiss before I take off her top revealing her perfect pale skin. Her large breasts incased in her bra drawing my eye, she giggles as she unstraps it. Her perky breasts now exposed to me, her pink nipples hardening in arousal.

I watch as she stands showing herself to me before she bends down and sexily removes her pants. Her sex visibly dripping with arousal, my cock hardening in my pants as she struts to me with a sultry grin before she kneels beneath me. She brings her hands to my waistband and pulls my pants down freeing my length from its confines.

Her smile widens as she brings her face closer nudging it against my cock, its length stretching from her chin to the top of her head. Let it be known I was blessed with a well endowed body, something I am proud of as well as something Natasha loves. She sticks out her tongue before licking it from the base all the way to the tip and taking it into her mouth. Sinking all the way down to the base with a moan, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure as she sucks my cock.

Through years of our sexual activities, we learned well how to expertly pleasure our partner. As well as easily identifying the others weak spot, something we learned extensively about each other. She keeps up her ministrations for several minutes before I release into her mouth, to which she accepts appreciatively swallowing every drop before she pulls off with a resounding pop.

I look down giving her a smirk when I see her sultry smile as she licks her lips. In a flash she is on my lap sinking herself down on my still hard erections, a sigh of pleasure escaping both of our lips. She doesn't stop until my entire length is inside her, the tip of my cock pressing hard against her cervix making her shiver in pleasure.

She lifts herself up before bringing herself back down harshly with a groan. Something Natasha loves when we get physical, rough sex. Gripping her hips as I reciprocate and roughly plow into her. The slapping of flesh against flesh sounds loudly throughout our bedroom, her lewd moans and mewls are like music to my ears.

Quickly rolling us over as I lay her on her back in a missionary position, her eyes look into mine lovingly as I catch her lips with mine while I continue to pump into her. Feeling her insides begin to constrict around my cock rhythmically I smirk into her lips noticing she's having an orgasm. Lifting myself up and grabbing her wrists and speeding up my thrusts making her eyes roll back as her body erupts in pleasure.

Sensing my impending release, I thrust even faster before sinking all the way to the base erupting inside of her, her mouth opening into a perfect O. My hot seed spilling into her womb as I bend back down kissing her once more. Her arms snaking around my neck as she lovingly returns the kiss. Moving back and studying her face for a moment, she bites her lip before smiling.

"What?" She asks as I stroke her cheek.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I ask her as she giggles, a blush blooming on her face.

"All the time. But every time you say it, it feels like the first time. Reducing me to a blushing schoolgirl." She says with a smile before kissing me again. As we separate it was her turn to stare at me, silence taking over for a few moments.

"I love you more than life itself, Viktor." She states the amount of sincerity in her tone slightly shocking me. A warm smile forming on my face as I answer.

"And I you…"

One Week Later, December 3, 2009

I had thought about Director Fury's offer through the night after he approached me and ultimately made the decision to accept. I contacted him the next morning letting him know as much. He had notified me that I would need to relocate to a new S.H.I.E.L.D facility in New York specifically designed to conduct the operations involved with Project Almighty, all expenses paid, and a new residence was already provided. It honestly didn't take much urging for Fury to agree on letting Natasha relocate with me, to which he stated that she would be assigned as my handler indefinitely.

After arriving at this new facility, I was immediately notified that I needed to have all the metal in my body removed before they began the operation. Something I somewhat dreaded considering I would need to undergo an intensive surgery. It went off without a hitch or, so I am told, no difficulties occurred. Though I was a bit sore after the fact, but it was nothing I couldn't handle at this point.

So, a few days later and here I am being pushed through a hall in a wheelchair, wearing grey sweats and a white T shirt. Natasha at my side with a barely hidden expression of concern as her eye flicker to me every so often. The Doctor pushes me into a room with a large upright iron maiden style chamber large enough for me to fit in, however I notice a large number of needles on the inside. All of them are located in sections, from what I can tell there's one at the base of the head, several along and many in the larger muscle groups. I also see a glass window in the opposite side of the room, many people inside no doubt getting ready to watch the operation.

Various machines liter about the room with numerous Doctors moving about the room preparing the machines and syringes. Director Fury stands speaking with another agent from what it looks like before they turn to my direction.

"Agent Rodin, Agent Romanoff. Good of you to join us, this is Agent Coulson. He will be spectating today's operation." Fury states making my eyes drift to the introduced Agent. A pleasant smile on his face as he gives Natasha and I a nod.

"It's good to meet you both, I read your file Agent Rodin and frankly I was impressed with what I saw. I'm proud to know I have a comrade such as yourself at my side." Coulson asked looking to me as I give him a small smile.

"Thank you, but I would have died many times over if it weren't for my partner." I reply gesturing to Natasha making him nod in approval, while a Doctor approaches.

"Director we are ready to begin." He states making Fury nod.

"Good, now let's go into the spectator room. Agent Rodin… Godspeed." He says as he and Coulson move through a door before coming into view through the window in the other room. However, Natasha remains at my side looking at me with furrowed brows. Reaching out I take her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'll me alright Nat, don't worry. Before you know it, it will we over and I will back by your side." I say with a small as her grip tightens around my hand before she releases it with a nod. She gives no words as she too moves to the spectator box.

"Agent Rodin, my name is Dr. Elijah Erskine. How are you feeling today, good I hope?" He says with a smile as he wheels me up to the iron maiden. I raise an eyebrow at the name.

"A little sore, from the surgeries to remove the metal. Your last name is Erskine? Any relation to Abraham Erskine?" I respond getting a knowing nod as I watch the doctor move to a console next to the iron maiden pressing a few buttons and the needles sticking out immediately detract leaving it safe to be inside.

"Yes, the man was my grandfather, my father was his son Klaus, I devoted my life to continue his work. Now can you stand for me, just take it slow no need to hurry." He asked as I nod a little dumbfounded, getting up slowly before leaning into the chamber, sighing in relief as I comfortable rest inside. I guess if there was anybody, I would want to do this to me it would be someone a direct descendent of the many who originally developed it.

Now that I get a better look at the man, he does possess a resemblance to all of the pictures of Abraham that I have seen. The glasses, the facial hair and kind smile, yeah it checks out, he just looks quite a bit younger.

"Good now the first. Those needles will administer serum SSS-16, they will be injected into all of the major muscle groups, into the bone marrow and the nervous system. The last two will hurt quite a bit. Then following the injections, your body will be stimulated with Vita and Gamma radiation. I will not lie to you Agent Rodin, these will be incredibly unpleasant, there is no shame in crying." He explains as I nod along processing the information, he gives a quick smile as I answer.

"Well, I am confident in saying that I am rather attuned to pain Doctor." I respond good naturedly as he chuckles himself.

"Well considering your medical history I am not surprised Agent Rodin. Now are you ready to begin, this is your last chance to back out." He asks suddenly very serious, as I only nod resolutely.

"I am ready." I state as Dr. Erskine nods before moving back to the console, pressing a button. My eyes drifted to the window, looking at Natasha's face growing with concern and worry by the moment as the doors to the iron maiden closes. A sudden snugness surrounds me, almost as if this little capsule was outfitted to my exact measurements. My eyes never leave the small window in front of my face enabling me to look about.

"Beginning now, brace yourself Viktor." The Doctor says seriously as he is pressing different buttons on the console. The speaker system sounds as I take deep breaths, calming my steadily growing heartrate.

"Injecting Serurm SSS-16." The system sounds, not even a second later a click sounds in the capsule as what feel like hundreds of needles peirce my body. Some not very deep but others penetrate bone with a resounding crack, another strikes several places along my spine. The cracks of bone sound in the room are sickening as my face twitches in pain while I groan. The pain consuming my mind as I struggle for a moment to keep calm, but ultimately, I school myself as I feel the serum traveling into my body.

An uncomfortable warmth filling my body as I begin to sweat, before my entire nervous system lights up in pain making me grunt. My eye twitches as I clench my teeth before the system sounds once again.

"Injection of Serum SSS-16 complete. Initiating Vita Radiation exposure."

The needles extract from my body as a new heat is introduced with a white light radiating in the capsule. As it grows, I get hotter and hotter until it feels like a I am burning alive. No matter how hard I try I can't stop the scream that escapes my mouth.

"AAAAHHHHG!"

"90 percent… 95 percent… 100 percent. Vita Radiation exposure complete."

The light disappears as the pain recedes; my breathing labored as I look into the window with half lidded eyes, exhaustion taking hold. Natasha looks at me with barely restrained tears in her eyes while Fury and Coulson look on with stony expressions. The system resounds once again.

"Initiating Gamma Radiation exposure. 5 percent… 10 percent… 15 percent…"

My teeth grit almost cracking them as I widen my eyes with the increasing pain, this time a green light instead of a white enters my eyes. It continues until ultimately it reaches the level it had before with screams escaping my throat. Though I find no solace when I hear the system only reach 55 percent. As it increases my vision wavers, my mind threatening to enter unconsciousness from the pain.

When I hear the systems voice say 85 percent, something inside of my head breaks. A force like one have never felt before radiates throughout my body, the pain lessens slightly. Seeing as it seems to make it hurt less, I grasp onto it and pull it as hard as I can, my mind doesn't even register the rumbling of the capsule.

[Natasha P.O.V]

Despair floods me as I watch the love of my life scream and gargle out in pain, nothing I can do to stop it. For he has already went passed the point of no return, the only thing I can do now is just watch as he screams out in suffering. Never in the 15 plus years of knowing this man have I ever heard something like that escape his mouth. The worst part is I can't even see his face with the green light blocking everything out.

"85 percent… 90 percent…"

Everything around us seems to rumble and vibrate, before it suddenly increases dramatically. Cracks on the concrete floor around the capsule Viktor is in appear that run across the room and up the walls. The window we look through also starts to crack and splinter.

"95 percent… 100 percent…"

The machines and metal tables around the capsule begin to crush and collapse into themselves before being launched to the walls imbedding themselves into it. All of the doctors and personnel begin to shout in alarm, even Fury looks on with wide eyes absolutely shocked at the sight. Coulson similarly so.

When the light emanating from the capsule dies down so does the rumbling. Everything settles down as the system sounds for the last time.

"Gamma Radiation exposure complete, opening capsule chamber."

I watch in something close to desperation, my eyes darting to the chamber as it opens. Steam billowing out before the form of Viktor collapses out with an alarming amount of dead weight. Unable to tell even if he is alive or unconscious I run to the door before pushing it open aggressively. Running to his smoking form and kneeling to him before pressing my fingers to the side of his neck.

My heart pounds in my chest as a crippling fear takes over me until an unexplainable amount of relief washes through me when I feel a strong pulse. Tears escape my eyes as I hug his limp form, Doctor Erskine approaches with wide eyes pushing me away and attending to him.

As I step away, I take in his form, one this I do notice is that he bulked up a bit. He had always been on the slimmer side, of course he was in incredible shape all his life of that I have no doubt. But now he packed on a bit of muscle, something more like a fitness model with lean muscle. Though it looks perfect for his stature and not overly bulky. If it wasn't such a stressful situation, I would almost be aroused seeing him.

As Dr. Erskine opens his eyes and shines a lit in them, I gasp slightly, their color before had always been a striking pale blue but now their even paler if that's possible. An almost exotic pale blue looks back at the Doctor, the pupils constricting from the light.

"Thank god, he is only unconscious." Dr. Erskine states with a sigh of relief as Director Fury approaches eyeing Viktor warily as Coulson trails behind him.

"Get him to the med bay, we need to be sure that he is alright and there aren't any residual negative affects from the procedure." Fury states making the doctors nod as they pick up Viktor and place him in the wheelchair.

"What was that? That wasn't natural." Coulson sounds out clearly startled by the sight as he looks at the crushed machines and cracks littering the ground and walls.

"It must have been his powers finally manifesting themselves due to the stress of the process." Fury states with a straight face as Coulson raises and eyebrow.

"Is he an Inhuman? Enhanced?" He asks getting a smirk from Fury.

"No, he is a Homo Superior." Fury responds making Coulson's eyes widen in shock.

"Huh… Never seen one of them before…" He states as his eyes are drawn to the unconscious form of Viktor getting wheeled out of the room.

[In the Med Bay, November 27, 2009]

My eyes open abruptly as I take in a sharp breath, my mind momentarily being assaulted with a large amount of sensory information flood my system. Luckily it calms down though I notice that everything seems so clear and crisp as I look at it. I can hear better, almost as if I can hear into the next room if I focus a bit. The smell of cleaning chemicals assaulting my nose before I soon get used to it. I also can't help but notice a sudden spatial awareness I didn't have before.

But the energy I feel, the complete opposite to how I felt before falling unconscious in the capsule. Pulling off the sheet as I get out of the hospital bed and standing to my feet. Surprise as the complete lack of pain in my leg, clenching my left fist and wiggle my fingers I chuckle seeing just how dexterous it is. A joyous laugh exits my mouth as I realize my body is in better condition that it has ever been in before.

Suddenly remembering the feeling, I had before passing out I pull on it once more making everything in the room shake startling me slightly. Reigning it in and focus it on a cup in front the window across the room. The glass vibrates before cracking and violently shattering. However, the glass shards don't fall to the ground and instead float in midair. With a sense of fascination, I hold out my hand and watch as the shards float to me and circle around my arm.

I think about circling it around the extremity, and as if taking an order, it does exactly that. It seems I can move it at will, I must have manifested my powers given to me by the X-gene. Which seem to entail me being able to move things at will, almost exactly Telekinetic in nature.

Thrusting my will on all of the objects in the room making them float, a smile forms on my face at the euphoria of channeling my powers into the environment. Feeling no strain on myself I pull more on my powers; the room shakes as the lights flicker. I keep going as I feel my feet leave the ground, my grin widens when I realize I am floating.

Still not even feeling a minute amount of strain I pull more and harder. Cracks forming all over the ground and walls of the hospital room. The wall where the window is breaks apart as I float out seeing that we are 3 stories up. Taking the pieces of building and objects of the room with me. Numerous S.H.I.E.L.D agents run out into the grass with their weapons drawn shouting things at me. But the feeling of pure joy radiating through me as parts of the ground and building are pulled towards me and spin around my form menacingly.

The light posts crumple and spark before ultimately getting pulled to me as well joining the sphere of debris. My eyes flicker to each agent as they continue to shout, I throttle the power I am exerting over everything around me before they fall to the ground. I myself levitate to the pavement before setting myself down gently. The rush of power I felt coursing through me recedes back though still easily accessible.

The pure elation leaving me as I take a deep breath filling my lungs with the fresh air. My comfort is horribly interrupted when an agent grasps onto my shoulder and arm attempting to contort it. In a flash my grabs onto his neck before lifting him into the air effortlessly. My hand grips tightly around his neck choking him as he his own arms flail and attack mine. My eyes narrowing dangerously in cold fury for the mans audacity to try and even touch me.

"VIKTOR!" A feminine shout breaks me from my trance as I drop the choking agent. Wide eyed as I look down at him before looking over to the other terrified agents pointing their weapons in my direction. Natasha comes to view cautiously approaching me with worry on etched on her face.

"Are you alright, Viktor? What happened?" She asks as I look to the building I was in, nearly the entirety of half of the building I was in was broken apart and the grasp field and pavement outside was also in rough shape.

"I woke up and I just felt so good, I pulled on my powers and it was like it multiplied tenfold. Like I was complete for the first time in my life. These powers I have are incredibly dangerous, doing just that amount of damage was effortless, Natasha." I state a little shaken, but the relief on her face was evident.

"I fear what I really could do if I actually tried." I say in wonder looking at the damage I caused.

"It will be fine; Viktor I'll always be here to reign you in." She says giving me a smirk that I reciprocate.

"Now let's go, Director Fury ordered me to bring you directly to Dr. Erskine as soon as you awoke. Wanted to see just how your enhancements took hold, we couldn't really tell with you unconscious. All we know is that you are the perfect picture of health, all of your past injuries have healed as if they had never happened." She says as we walk into the building venturing to the location of the Doctor. I just relish in the feeling that I am finally able to walk side by side with Natasha once again. Though I do notice that she seems to be a little shorter than I remember.

"Did I get taller?" I ask getting a nod of confirmation.

"A full two inches, no longer the perfect 6 foot. You bulked up too, I can safely say I like the new upgrades." She says giving me a lecherous look making me smirk.

"Are you telling me that you didn't like the way I looked before." I say showing mock hurt making her scoff before bumping my shoulder.

"You know that isn't what I meant. But those aren't the only changes, your eyes are a lighter shade than before." She says giving me a small smile as I raise an eyebrow and giving a surprised hmph in response. Only a few seconds later we enter a lab of sorts, this one entirely different from the one I had been in when injected with the Super Soldier Serum. This one has a few machines that I would wager to guess were exercise equipment.

"Ah Agent Rodin. How are you feeling today? Any problems, unexpected side effects your experiencing?" Dr. Erskine sounds out excitedly as he moves from a computer console over to as at our arrival.

"I have never felt better. Nothing negative so far, only the fact that I had a rather extreme reaction with my powers when I awoke. But I feel relatively fine now in that regard." I state as he nods almost expecting such a reaction, silence overcomes us as he pokes and prods at me conducting numerous tests to see how the serum and radiation set in. After about an hour he sits back with a sigh, wiping his brow.

"Well, it seems you are the pinnacle of physical health, but not only that your genes were strengthened to a degree I could not guess with these tests alone. Your X-Gene seems to have amplified in strength as well as bringing the rest of you up with it. We would need to actually test your capabilities, thankfully I have such equipment right here. Come." He states getting up from his seat as Natasha and I follow.

"Remove your shirt please." He asks pulling out these pads with wires before hooking them to a machine. Doing as instructed I pull my shirt off before marveling at my new body. All of my scars while are still there but now just look faded an old, no longer pink and fresh. My hands still bear their markings but are similarly faded and visible.

"First we will test your strength. What I need you to do is grab these handles here and just pull." He says placing the small pads on numerous sections of my upper body. He gestures to a set of handles lying on the ground parallel to each other, each one connected to a thick tungsten cable lining in a pully like system that disappears into the walls.

"When you pull these, it will send the data back to my computer displaying how much weight there is behind your strength. Begin when ready." He says as I nod picking up the handles before setting myself and pulling. Feeling no strain, I pull harder and harder before the groaning of metal enters my ears and the crack of stone. With a shout of exertion, I pull as hard as I can ripping the machines out of the walls, the cables seem to have been on their last legs with many parts snapped and barely holding on. Turning back to Dr. Erskine he looks on wide eyed before looking at the numbers produced in the computer and his jaw slackens.

"These are producing numbers that are far beyond the estimated value was, easily tripling what we expected. These are numbers based off of one recorded from captain America, it seems that with the introduction of Gamma Radiation it produced a rather intense result. Now onto agility and stamina." He states recollecting himself.

"Step on this platform please. This is a specialized treadmill that can reach up to 60 miles per hour. Show us what you can do." He states as I walk onto it before I decide to remove my sweats leaving me in only my underwear. I myself am curious as to what I can do so I don't want the baggy clothing to hold me back.

Giving a few test hops before I walk, slowly getting faster until I am at a full sprint. Willing my legs to work hard as I breath deeply and calmly, not even a hint of tiredness. Pushing harder I continue to move my legs faster, looking down I watch as my muscles ripple and flex, every muscle in my legs holding a frightening definition. A joyous laugh escapes my mouth as I continue to run as fast as I can without strain.

Almost 10 minutes pass before I stop, sweat glistening on my skin as I turn my head to Natasha and Dr. Erskine who both have a shocked look on their faces. Breathing steadily as I test my heart rate finding it a steady beat as well. The only reason I have a sheen of sweat is because of my body attempt to cool me down but otherwise I am in peak condition.

"Well, what was the numbers at?" I ask with a smirk.

"Your top sustainable speed was recorded at 38 miles per hour, that's frankly incredible. I believe Captain America only achieve 28. Something thought that humans were biologically limited to. But you utterly crushed that record rather easily." He states bewildered as he looks at me with a calculating eye before he sighs and shakes his head.

"Now it is time to test cognitive function and healing ability." He says moving to me with a scalpel in his hand before taking my own and slicing my finger deeply, making me flinch. The wound in seconds stems its bleeding before closing a few minutes later revealing healthy skin.

"Impressive." He states no longer surprised with my capabilities anymore.

My cognitive tests consisted of just an extensive memory test, showing me a video that flickered with hundreds of different pictures over the course of seconds. I had accurately guessed every single one in a seemingly effortless fashion; all it took was a glance really. He followed up with giving me a list of various mathematical problems of varying degree of difficulty to which I answered quickly and correctly.

"Alright with that the final test will consist of testing the capabilities of your powers. Now this is hastily put together considering we didn't know if your powers would awaken nor what they would even be so we will need to go to another area." He says as I pick my clothes back up and throw them on before following him with Natasha quickly following.

Opening a back door, it leads outside into a large concrete pad approximately 200x200 feet if I were to guess with various objects sitting on it. A motorcycle, a car, and a dump truck seemingly full of sand sit on the pad. The Doctor gestures to the objects with a smile before speaking.

"As I understand it you can move things at will, we will be seeing how much you can lift. Go ahead." He states as I look at the objects, as I channel my powers, I gain a smirk. Holding out a hand I send my will into the entire concrete slab. Focusing the ground beneath us trembles as the slab cracks and begins to levitate, my two companions gasp in shock as I lift us into the air and continue to do so until where several hundred feel up. Crossing my arms, I look to Dr. Erskine with an amused smile as he stutters.

"I-I see, are you f-feeling any strain lifting us like this?" He says writing in a notepad recording my results.

"None at all really. This feels relatively easy, but its honestly too destructive to test it on its full power." I state simply as I lower us back to the ground safely.

"I-I guess were done for the day… I need to submit my data to Director Fury if you would please excuse me." He mumbles before turning and leaving while I turn to Natasha as she tries and fails to conceal her shock.

"T-That was incredible, Viktor. How can you be so nonchalant about that? You… You…" She says trying to find her words as I chuckle at how flustered she is. I approach and hold her cheeks breaking her from her stupor.

"Well, I can't help but feel whole, this just feels right to me. Its as simple as that." I state with a warm smile, as Natasha reluctantly nods.

Dr. Erskine P.O.V

The man is a monster!

Never had I anticipated something so dramatic after administering SSS-16 and the radiation treatment. Could it be the presence of the X-Gene producing such a result, all the other subjects that didn't respond in such a way. In fact, it usually resulted in death or horrible mutations, Viktor is the only one to come out relatively normal looking.

But I have a terrible feeling about this, there is something dark hidden in his eyes that I can't decipher. Something that I didn't see before he went in, only when he came out. Those eyes are haunting, the calculating exotic pale blue that seem to suck you in and consume you. Every time he looked at me a shiver of fear ran down my spine, it was purely on an instinctual level. Outwardly he looks friendly enough, but I know something darker resides inside of him.

Pushing open the door to Fury's office as I am seeing the man in question look at me with a raised eyebrow before he leans back in his chair.

"Dr. Erskine, how did Agent Rodin's tests go?" He asks splicing his fingers.

"T-The man is a monster Director. Every test you completed was astronomically better than everything recorded from Steve Roger's data. His intelligence is frightening, not to mention his physical capabilities. B-But… But his powers he manifested; they are godly. He is capable of untold destruction, a weapon in the form of a man has never been more personified in him!" I practically shout out at him in incredulity, though only Fury smirks.

"Well good thing we took countermeasures. During his surgery to remove the metal from his body we implanted him with a device to… reign him in. A small implant at the base of his skull capable of dampening his powers with the click of a button. We can even knock him unconscious with it if we need to. Besides as long as we have Natasha Romanoff, he will remain a loyal weapon, I hope it doesn't come to the point of having to use the device." He states unconcerned as I can't help but find myself relieved at that bit of knowledge.

"If you say so Director. Then what do we do with him now, what's the next step?" I ask after a moment before he stands and holding his arms behind his back.

"We recruit him into the Avengers Initiative…"