This is basically a rewrite of my previous fic with the same concept. I will be reusing a few original characters but the story itself will change.
Disclaimer: I don't own MHA or Marvel.
Momo!" A strange yet familiar voice called out.
"Grab my hand!"
She stared blankly at the stranger's hand. And without thinking, she started to reach out her own. Just as the stranger was about to grasp her hand, cracks started to appear on her arm, before completely crumbling to dust.
The stranger looked in horror before being dragged away by an unseen force, screaming.
And as if gravity suddenly remembered it existed, she started to fall into the dark abyss.
She wanted to scream, but she found herself unable to open her mouth. She tried to forcefully open it, but it was as if someone had stitched her mouth shut. She started to suffocate as the light around her slowly faded away.
And then, darkness.
Her eyes snapped wide open, her heart beating rapidly.
She was strapped on to a hospital bed. She could hear the sound of a heart monitor nearby, she soon became aware of the electrodes attached to her head. There was also an IV tube attached to her right arm injecting some a yellowish liquid into her body, though what exactly, she probably would never know.
Her left arm, if it even counts as one, was currently being disassembled, a prosthetic. She never had the faintest idea on what had happened to her original arm, nor does she want to know.
"Good morning, Soldat." A Doctor greeted her. "Had a bad dream again?"
She didn't respond, she isn't authorized to answer to anyone else other than her handlers. Instead, she stared blankly at the doctor who was currently doing maintenance on her bionic arm.
"Just a little maintenance on your arm. Nothing to worry about."
For some reason, that seemed to have worked in putting her at ease, as her brainwaves had stabilized. He watched her emotionless eyes stare back at the ceiling.
'Those eyes...' The Doctor shuddered.
Everytime he saw those eyes he felt a pit form on his stomach and surprisingly, he felt guilty. On what they had done to this poor girl, and the fact that he had a part on it.
He shook his head, trying to remove those thoughts.
"Y'know, you won't be needing this much maintenance if they just gave you a more modern prosthetic." The Doctor said, trying to get his mind off of the matter. "But instead, you're stuck with this outdated piece of junk. Which is also a pain in the ass to maintain by the way." He grumbled.
Another wave of silence, and the Doctor sighed deeply.
"Oh what am I even doing? It's not like you could even understand what I'm saying, let alone capable of responding."
The sudden opening of the chamber doors nearly made the Doctor fall off of the stool he was sitting on. He whipped around to see Colonel Fyodor, one of his superiors. The man was tall, he wore a dark green military uniform and had a bulky build, which made him look intimidating.
"Dr. Archer." He addressed with a thick Russian accent. "How is she?"
"She's still a bit disoriented since she had just awoken a few minutes ago, but other than that she's in perfect working condition." Dr. Archer replied. "I did find a few problems with her prosthetic, but nothing that I couldn't handle."
"Good, that is good."
The man walked towards her bed, and looked down at the girl.
"Good morning, Soldat. Are you feeling well?"
Her eyes widened in recognition of the voice, and before she realized it, her mouth opened to give a response.
"Yes, I am indeed feeling well, Colonel." She answered in an almost robotic voice.
"Good, that is good." He handed out a folder. "I have a new mission for you."
She faced the Colonel with a serious and dangerous expression.
"Ready to comply."
Somewhere in Tokyo
"...What kind of monster would've done this." Midnight muttered, horrified.
"A horrible one that's for sure." Her colleague, Vlad King, growled.
Even Eraserhead who was accustomed to seeing bodies, couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger as he stared at the carnage in front if him. The victims were obviously shot at point blank to the point that they were unrecognizable. This wasn't a simple murder case, this was an obvious execution.
"In all my years in the force, this is by far the most heinous case I've worked on." Detective Tsukauchi remarked.
Aizawa watched the forensic photographers wearing full hazmat suits take photos of the crime. He then turned to face the detective.
"Who were the victims." He asked, but it sounded more like a demand to Tsukauchi.
"Victims were Saigo Kotetsu and his family. Saigo worked as a neurologist at Central hospital. His wife, Irina, was a simple English teacher."
"So you think Saigo was the main target because of his connections to Central hospital?" Aizawa surmised, to which Tsukauchi nodded.
"Yes, but that's not all. According to some rumors from his colleagues, Saigo..." A pause. "Was involved in something very questionable."
Aizawa raised his brow. "And what is this questionable thing?"
"We don't know yet but we will soon enoug-" Before he could finish talking, a police officer tapped Tsukauchi on the shoulder and showed him an evidence bag. The detective examined the contents very carefully. "Now this has just gotten interesting..." He mused.
"Tsukauchi, what is that?"
"Eraser, would you know what these are?" The detective showed him the contents.
"They look like bullets to me." Tsukauchi had a disappointed look on his face. "I am not an expert on firearms, detective."
"Eraser, these specific types of ammunition are called 7.62s." The detective explained. "It's unnatural to see them here in Japan. And I just got an idea on who our suspect might be."
Aizawa narrowed his eyes at him. "Who do you have in mind?"
"Eraser, have you heard of the Winter Soldier?"
This story is cross-posted on ao3 btw. If you wanna check it out then go ahead.