Author's Note: Trigger warning for this chapter with needles and torture.

October 3 1943

Hydra base 48 kilometers from Italian border in Austria. Gone to survey and will report back.

If I don't, tell Anya, Peggy, Steve and Howard I love them all.

Christiane Bougourd

"What do you mean she's not on base?" Anya shouted, throwing her hands in the air to the base sergeant.

"Agent Bougourd, please calm down," he put his hands out, trying to ease her as she paced in the strategics tent.

"I knew she'd be trouble," Philips muttered as he looked to Peggy then to Anya, a finger pointed to her, "You and I are going to have a talk later."

"She's right here," Anya pointed to the map, "We can go rescue her and everyone else now!"

"You do not give orders here, I do. We are not equipped and have more injured men than we can count. We are staying put until reinforcements come. Now, I have more letters to write to families about their dead or missing sons and both of you have a job to do." Philips glared at Anya, walking out the tent.

Anya bit back her urge to shout at Philips, her fists in balls as she continued pacing around the room. She felt the edges of her nails digging into her palms, releasing her hands after Philips left the tent.

Christiane's eyes were set on the metal door of the holding cell. It's glint against whatever light seeped in through cell.

They had been in the cell for two days, without food or water except for the palms of rain Christiane and Bucky managed to get from the rain outside the hole in their cell. They spent the time mostly sleeping, trying to conserve whatever energy they could.

It was the second day, the silence of the room disrupted by a loud creak against the silence. Bucky jumped up, standing by Christiane's side.

"Guten morgen Fräulein und Sergeant Barnes, (Good morning Lady and Sergeant Barnes)," Zola ceremoniously entered the cell, lab coat on as he cleaned his glasses on the tip.

Bucky moved to the front, defensively to whatever Zola wanted from them.

"Good, you're both awake and ready," the scientist tilted his head to gesture the guards to come in, "Nimm ihn. (Take him.)"

Christiane grabbed Bucky as the soldiers tried to pull him away, fighting in their grasps with whatever strength he had left in him.

"Nein! Bitte. Nimm mich stattdessen (No! Please. Take me instead)," she cried out, trying to hold onto Bucky.

"Du hast ganz schön Feuer, Fräulein. Was für ein Glück habe ich, ein männliches und weibliches Exemplar zu haben! (You have quite the fire, Fräulein. What luck I have to have a male and female specimen!)," Zola smirked as a soldier came by her side, butting her in the head as she felt darkness deep into her vision, collapsing to the floor. Zola walked by her, taking a large needle as he stuck it into her arm.

"Du solltest mir dafür danken, dass du so menschlich bist. Du wirst seinen Schmerz nicht hören müssen. (You should thank me for being so humane. You won't have to hear his pain.)"

The last thing she saw was Bucky fighting against the grasps of the soldier's, a needle in Zola's hands as he jabbed it into his neck, seeing Bucky go limp. Her eyes closing.

Dum Dum Dugan turned to the sudden piercing of screams he knew came from Barnes. He had never heard anything so guttural coming from someone ever in his life. It went on for hours and hours, from sunrise to sunset. The screaming stopped at nightfall, an unsettling silence.

Christiane awoke again to be strapped to a chair, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the lab save for a blue glow coming out of a machine.

"Wonderful, you are awake. I must say that the experiment went successfully with Sergeant Barnes. Let's see what I can do with you," he smirked, evil and coldness in his eyes as he approached a control panel, switching it on, pushing buttons. A bag of blue substance was being fed into her skin at her elbow, just above her arm wraps. It burned, her insides feeling like it was tearing itself apart and reconnecting at the same time.

"This will only hurt a little."

Christiane tried to move her arms, seeing it strapped to the arm rests, a rotating machine coming down over the temples of her head.

The blue coming from the machine glowed brighter, an alien hum surrounding the room as she felt heat, piercing every part of her skin.

"You and the sergeant are lucky recipients of my serum. Of course, I had a brilliant idea overnight to try you with a little extra something." Zola walked around the lab, his eyes always on Christiane's every move and scream as the serum bag sucked empty.

The machine hummed louder, the full force of blue glow shooting down the machine to Christiane. She tried closing her eyes, blocking out the glow of the machine as it grew brighter, Zola scrambling for his goggles.

He let out a hysterical laugh, clasping his hands together his hands moving to the control panel as he pushed a lever, the hum and brightness growing to maximum capacity. She felt a burning sensation from the bracelet under her arm wraps, a glow coming from her wrist.

Every bit of Christiane wanted to die right in the chair, to end all suffering but as she opened her eyes again, in anger, in fear, she took in whatever energy was surging through her, pushing it out as it backfired the machine, causing sparks to short circuit, breaking disks and pipes. Blue waves of energy flew out from Christiane, a wind pushing Zola against the wall as he cowered under the table out of sight, Christiane's screams falling into silence as she felt herself drain out, limp.

She managed to look up to the ceiling as a rainbow light flew past her, showing stars into infinity, her eyes closing as she felt herself being lifted from the chair into darkness.