All Characters except Sylvia belong to Marvel studios, I do not claim to own anything except MY plot. Also, the script of the movie will be written in bold and italics.
Okay, so I posted something where the Avengers watch the Winter Soldier movie, and surprisingly, quite a few people read it- and liked it! Dearest thanks to all who did.
I wasn't able to pick that original one up, I wrote it such a long time ago that my new writing style doesn't match it AT all.
If this doesn't work, then I will attempt to update it. But, as I really love Bucky, I really do want to do this.
Also, I have difficulty writing proper reveals, which really upsets me. For I love a good reveal. So sorry if this doesn't really live up to good reactionary scenes.
But I swear to try my best, good fellow humans- at least I hope you're all humans. But I do love a good ol' Werewolf..
Anyways thanks!- PaleWolfsHowl.
(PS; if you've read my original, you'll know I made up a language for Hydra called, 'Hydration'. It still exists, lol)
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The Asset blinked awake, his icy blue eyes widening as he took in his surroundings. He wasn't in the bleak headquarters he'd for so long called his home. Even though Hydra hardly counted as a home, more like a… prison. A place he'd never truly be free, but yet he remained for lack of other choice.
And besides, where would he go? He was a weapon, not a businessman.
He had no right to even think about comparing himself to his Handlers- he was just an Asset. A tool to be used by its owner, the gun, or knife would never own the man who held it. That was just absurd. Wrong.
The Asset shook his head, clearing it of his thoughts, he quickly slipped into the mindset of the Winter Soldier. Becoming emotionless. Hard as stone.
He looked around taking in his surroundings, he was in a large room. Tall walls, black as night. Chairs were lined neatly up, facing a large screen.
It reminded the Asset of a Theater, which he hadn't been in since.. well, he didn't know when. It was a memory from before, before he was The Asset, or Winter Soldier. Back when he'd been… well, he didn't know who he'd been.
As he tried to trace down a name, surname, or well, anything- his eyes caught a slight movement.
The Asset spun around quickly, lightning fast, grabbing for a gun- only to realize he didn't have one. The Asset briefly looked down, he was wearing his black combat suit, but his weapons.. where gone.
Made science, Hydra didn't just let him waltz around with a gun in his hands. Without direct orders, the Asset would reset to a more… rebellious nature. The Asset knew this, and without any orders right now, well, he was already feeling more alive then he had in ages.
He was also a lot easier distracted, darn it. The Asset's enhanced eyesight quickly sought out the movement and found it.
The movement belonged to a human, a man. The Asset watched him from the shadows, as he watched, he noticed more movement, more humans.
He slunk further into the shadows, concealing himself. He could take the humans quickly, even without a gun or knife. But… he didn't have to, and he didn't really want to.
But if one of them did see him, or make a move towards him, he would, in fact, kill them. Without thought, or regret.
One of the humans, a female with flaming red hair spoke up. "Stark." She said sharply, "Is this your doing?"
The Asset recognized her, a faint memory of shooting at her. Had she been a target? No, she wouldn't be alive then. He had been shooting someone through her. He would be wary, watch her every move.
Another human turned towards the women, he had brown hair and a goatee, he looked hauntingly familiar.
"No, Natasha. Why would I do that? And if I did, in fact do that, I would have taken us somewhere.. more, I donno, interesting." The man said with an arrogant look on his face.
The Asset watched that man carefully, he looked familiar, and that was never good. He would be ready to kill the goatee man in an instant if needed be.
The redhead- Natasha, stepped forward, glared at the Goatee man and kneeled down.
The Asset watched, looking over Natasha and Goatee, taking in how they moved. Watching for any weakness.
Natasha was helping another figure up, this one had light brown hair and the figure of an archer.
"Nat, where are we?" The Maybe- Archer asked, turning around in a slow circle.
"Not a clue." Natasha answered, and Goatee just shrugged when Maybe- Archer looked towards him.
The Asset watched with growing concern as another figure stood up, the one with graying hair and glasses. The Asset raised his eyebrows, how many humans were there? And why was no one in charge? Hydra had a pecking order, that was for sure. Didn't all humans have pecking orders?
He really needed to do some research, or ask someone. Scratch that, Rumlow would flay him if he asked something like that, or anything, for that matter.
He shuddered at that thought, even though Hydra wiped his memory, they always let him remember the Chair, and the beatings.
His attention snapped back as a new, dominant voice entered the human's conversation. This must be the Alpha.
"Where are we?" The voice said, Goatee turned to look down at the floor.
"Aw rise and shine, Capsicle." The man said annoyingly. The Asset's brow furrowed, no one with a brain would talk to their superior like that. He wouldn't dream of saying something like that to The Boss.
The man- Capsicle?- stood up, he was tall, with blond hair. The Asset nearly fell backwards, he had seen this man before. No, more than seen, known. He'd known this man before, long, long, before. And it was disorienting. The feeling of recognition was so strong, The Asset was sure he would have felt it even if he was on orders. And that was saying something.
"Stark." The blond man said, giving Goatee man a stern look. Goatee rolled his eyes.
The greying man- Bruce, if The Asset had listened to the conversation right. Maybe the Archer guy was Bruce? He didn't really care.
"We don't know where we are," Maybe- Bruce said to 'Capsicle', turning towards the blond. "We just woke up here, the only guess we have is that someone kidnapped us. Any ideas, Steve?"
The Asset felt an odd jolt through his body, Steve. He knew that name, like he'd known the man. Steve, why did this name mean so much to his former self? Who was Steve? Why did he feel like he should know this Steve?
Steve nodded towards Bruce, "I'd assume we had to have been kidnapped, just be ready for anything." The blond said, turning to look at Maybe- Archer and Natasha. "Have either of you ever seen anything like this before?" The two shook their heads.
"Sorry, Cap, but nothing like this has ever happened before. Tony doesn't know anything either." The Maybe- Archer said, glancing over at Goatee man.
The Asset nodded his head, so Goatee was Tony.
The Asset nearly jumped out of his skin when a snapping noise filled the room, the human's did too.
"Hello." Said a cheerful female voice, The Asset looked around wildly for the source of the voice p, but couldn't find anything.
"Where are you?!" Exclaimed Steve, looking around crazily, as The Asset had a few moments ago.
Suddenly, a girl appeared, she had wavy blond, brown and tan streaks in her hair, and the palest skin he'd ever seen.
"Here." She said with a cheery voice.
"Who are you?" Tony said, stepping forward. The Asset prepared himself to fight, if need be.
"Myself." She said with a sweet smile and sarcasm lashing her voice. The Asset saw Steve roll his eyes at that comment.
"Why did you take us here?" The blond asked the girl, with a stern look.
The girl huffed, but complied. "I took you here so you could watch your near future. There are some events I wish to prevent from happening. So I brought you guys and a special friend- who really needs to stop lurking in the shadows." She said, The Asset felt that that comment was very pointed.
The humans in the room looked exceedingly uncomfortable, glancing into the darkness around them.
The girl huffed and glared right at him, like she could see him, or something. "Seriously, dude. Stop lurking, you're killing me. And you're scaring them, it's rude." The girl said with a smirk.
The Asset looked the girl over. She wasn't Hydra, and she didn't look like a threat. There was no reason for him to listen to her, none at all. But she seemed to be in charge here, it would be smarter to just comply.
The longer he stood there, the harder it was for him not to obey. He never just didn't listen to commands. He remembered a time, in the early days, when Hydra had only just got him, when he had rebelled. He remembered the beatings that had followed, remembered every lash of a whip like it had only happened yesterday.
He remembered the feeling of being helpless as they broke his bones, and lashed him with knives.
Even when he'd stopped rebelling, if he ever failed at anything they'd do it. Even when he did nothing wrong, they hurt him. And he hated it, not the pain. He could deal with the pain- but the helplessness was what got him. Every time.
The only thing worse than the beatings, was the Cyro tank. The feeling of being frozen alive was just too much for him.
So, with all of that hanging over his head, he quickly raised a hand to his face- making sure his mask was on, it was- and stepped out of the shadows. He was as tense as a coil, ready to attack at a moment's notice. Natasha stumbled back a little, before dropping into a defensive crouch.
The other humans noticed the redhead's reaction and fell into battle poses.
The girl rolled her eyes. "Seriously, no one can hurt anyone. No one has any weapons. And the metal- arm won't hurt anyone. Just sit, all of you. Now." The girl's normally calm voice became stern as she waved them towards the seats.
Natasha shook her head. "But that's the Winter Soldier! He's not going to just not kill us!" She exclaimed, glaring at the girl.
"He won't kill anyone. Honestly, he's more like a kicked puppy then a killer whale." The girl said lightly, smirking at the Asset's offended look. Which was hard to see because of his mask, but his eyes must have given him away.
"Uh-hu, sure." Natasha said, looking very unconvinced. The Asset looked over the humans, this was going to be a very long day. What would Hydra have him do? That was a stupid question; they'd have him kill them. Obviously. The Asset decided to just keep his head down, and not speak. Just act like he always acted towards his handlers.
"Just sit down.'' the girl said with a grumble, glaring at everyone until they sat. Amusing, really.
The Asset himself complied, sitting down and ending up next to Steve, which bothered him. If he remembered this Steve, wouldn't Steve recognize him? But, The Asset was wearing a mask, that would surely make it harder to recognize him. Right?
Next to Steve sat Natasha, and after her came Bruce, then Tony, and Maybe-Archer.
The girl let out a sigh of relief as they sat down; Though, The Asset swore he saw her eyeing his tense form with irritation.
"Now, if you'd kindly all not kill each other, that would be deeply appreciated." The girl said, eyeing Natasha and then Tony. "No matter how annoying Stark is." And with that said, the girl disappeared.
The screen flickered to life..