Chapter 4
"Where is she?" The Winter Soldier gnashed his teeth, streaks of dark maroon stained over the ivory white. He shot at dangerous glower at the pale faced, timid scientist before him, holding a syringe filled with a yellowish tinged, and experimental substance.
He tried to shift against the cold metal penetrating into his throbbing bones; his bare, chiseled torso slacked with feverish sweat and his steely blue eyes grew into darkened color of gun metal gray. He focused his intent stare at the two American operatives regally guarding the metal doors, with automatic rifles clutched in their half-gloved hands.
He wanted to escape, to rip off the leather straps pinned over his blemished skin and find the little girl. His heated blood pumping faster in his veins with a destructive flood of adrenaline that made his flesh and blood fingers curl into a constricting fist.
He emitted a low, abrasive growl up his throat and shot a murderous glower with an unsavory grimace at one of the operatives' way.
"The girl is safe," the scientist answered with uneven pitch of breath and he stifled a sharp gasp at the severe intensity burning into the assassin's blue eyes. He gulped down a knot of fear sticking the walls of his throat, and averted his brown eyes away from the unblinking stare of HYDRA's efficient and obedient asset.
"She hasn't woke up, but one of my colleagues as able to stitch up her wounds and inject antibiotics into her in case her blood developed an infection." He added with his mouth agape and chanced himself to look at the dark skinned operative nodding at him with a silence gesture of his hand pointing at the tranquilizer gun resting on the medical cart.
The assassin flexed his powerful jaw, and parted his lips just enough to show his jagged canines. He slowly narrowed his vibrant blue eyes to the floor.
"I want to see her." he whispered in a broken voice, wincing slightly at the metallic tang of blood dripping from the bruised corner of his full lips.
He swallowed thickly, keeping himself submissive to his handlers; and then he lifted his steady gaze on the scientist.
The depth of his pain filled in his feverish eyes. He remained in a stoic state of mind while his thoughts addled, staring utterly blank at the syringe and he spoke once more in strained pitch of a broken voice, "The girl needs me with be her. She is my mission." he drifted, feeling tears wax over his peripherals. "My mission..."
"The little brat, your friend," he taunted back. " She belongs to HYDRA now and your an ineffective attack mutt," The spiteful operative circled to his right. He snorted out with a tart voice of debased apathy, and curled his lips into a snug and wolfish smirk as his finger taunted lightly over the trigger of his armed weapon.
The Winter Soldier gaped at him with enraged eyes, on the monitor's screens it displayed a relative increase of his pulse rate. He fumed out his nostrils, and gritted his back teeth, while the other man stood in front of him with an ignorant grin stretched cross his smooth features.
"The high director will do as he pleases with her, and you will stay in your place. Maybe he will keep as his little pet." he jeered back, no emotion in his voice.
The restrained soldier listened to the vile words while growling in contempt. Rage nudged against his bones, and the metal alloy plates in his bionic arm writhed as the screeching and hissing noises of cybernetic mastery threatened to lunged at the operative. Before he could unleash his anger, and paint the walls red with the blood of his aggressors, the steel doors flung open and an aging man with copper-reddish hair strode inside the room. He walked over to the with haughty steps as he gave a nod for the operatives clearance to disengage from the assault. .
"Rumlow," he spoke to the operative in firm and direct voice. "Step away from him."
Hearing his order, the American agent nodded at his commander's orders, and did a sidestep back to his previous post. The man dressed in a pristine business suit moved closer to the electronic chair, and wheeled over a cushioned stool as he sat down and faced the Winter Soldier. "I understand that you encountered a small child on your last mission."
He pursed his withered lips tightly. giving the silent asset a few displeasing looks of scrutiny before he continued, "You killed three of my best men to escape with this child. We know that you are starting to have your compliance returned and this girl is responsible for your disobedience."
He shook his head, and reached out a hand, and tugged violently on the disheveled strands of the young man's hair. He scowled an ugly scowl, and narrowed his dark blue eyes at the soldier."You know the cost if you disobey your orders. I don't want you to receive pain, but if it's the only alternative to keep you in line."
The soldier swallowed hard as he thought, he unfastened his lips, "What's going to happen to her?" he asked in a weakened tone, ignoring the invasive voice of his superior. "Tell me that you will allow her to live?'
"The girl will live and become trained under my guidance. Her bloodline will help reshape this diseased world." he smirked, clasping his hand around the soldier's neck, squeezing hard against the pulse point. "She will become one of HYDRA's daughters who will obey every command programmed into her. It's better to corrupt the mind at a young age. Her mind is full of torment because of the trauma of her families death, but it's nothing that can't become erased and reinvented with a push of a switch." He roved his eyes over to the agents, who smirked cheekily at his cruel words. "Don't worry, I make sure it's quick and painless for her."
As he listened to the merciless ting in the director's voice, the soldier felt his breath hitch against his chest and painful splitting throb was now hammering into his skull. The force of his aggression pushing the metal shackles bolted down against his wrists slightly up.
His eyes grew livid, and teeth clenched as he teethed out pants of anger, and managed to break out of a shackle. He shot his captor a hard glare, before pushing the older man off the stool with a violent thrash of his metal arm.
"NO!" he screamed with an ear-shattering pitch, and felt tears burn in his eyes. "You will never touch her." he issued out a gravelly warning, and ripped the other restraint clean off the chair, throwing it to the operative's, and made them duck as the metal piece missed Rumlow's head by an inch.
In a hostile twist of his metal arm, he flipped himself out of the chair, smacking his combat boots on a table, and glared dangerously at the director rubbing his right arm. He pounced on his target, yanking him up with the collar, and holding a few inches off the floor with his stiffened metallic arm.
"Order your men to lower their guns, or I will break your neck." His metal fingers dug into reddish, sweaty skin. "They make move. They die." he snarled with disgust and cold fury burning in his molten blue eyes.
He moved the bones underneath flesh with his tightening knuckles. Humanity was beginning its reemergence in his body. He felt everything as tears rolled down his temples, and over the edges of his scowling lips.
The director was calm and managed to give him a short nod, signaling Agent Brock Rumlow and his bulky sized partner Jack Rollins who had his gun readied at the raised of his hand.
"If you want to see her, soldier. You have my clearance. Don't make a mistake that you will regret...Prove that you're a man and not a calibrated weapon with wires for a brain." He winced, struggling against the Winter Soldier's death grip. "Prove to her that you've had your emotions compromised. Release me, soldier. That's an order."
Hearing the command, he lowered his arm by instinct and loyalty, and he settled the director gently down to the floor. He withdrew a step back, and lowered his head before he sent a glare to Rumlow.
"Bring me to her," he growled, pointing a metal finger at the door.
"Relax, soldier." the director spoke with stern tone, rubbing his neck. He stiffened to his regal posture, watching the asset heaving out feverish breaths. "You will see your friend, I assure you, but you must now that she has been severely wounded and she is fighting a high fever. If she doesn't receive the proper antibiotics she will not survive within the twenty-hour period of infusion."
The Winter Soldier turned his head, strands of his brown hair fell into his eyes as he shot the scientist with glaring blue daggers. "You lied to me." he stormed out a vicious growl, clenching his metal hand. Rumlow tried to set a stun gun onto him, but he was fast and lunged at his target, pulling him closer to his sweaty chest before slamming him into the wall with bone shattering force.
"YOU LIED TO ME!" he screamed out, making the man trembling at his thunderous voice. He threatened to crush the man's sagging windpipe. "You told me that she was safe. I will kill you." He glowered darkly, rising the scientist and ramming his back into a glass observation window. "I want her safe."
"Release your hold on him, soldier." Rumlow chimed out with a cocky smirk twisting over his lips, marking the light of his teaser weapon point red on the assassin's back. He stepped closer, not taking his brown eyes off the other man. "There's been a misunderstanding. You want to see the little brat, then let him go."
Growling against his clamped teeth, the Winter Soldier quickly dropped his grip on the shivering man, ignoring his authoritative handlers, as he bolted to the doors. He tried to reach for the metal handle, until a high voltage shock zapped through his body causing his muscles to jerk in hurting pain as he lost his footing and collided with the cement floor.
The director lifted his thumb off a small USB sized device clutched his hand, and shook his head in disappointing manner as he issued out a clear order,"Bring him to the girl. It's better to give our asset an ounce of humility before we take everything away from him once again."
He looked at his agents with coldness etched over his sadistic, wrinkled features. "After all, gentlemen, he will be sharing a cold future with her."
He turned and looked at the scientist with an unemphatic stare as he removed a sidearm revolver, and fired a round into the man's chest. Flexing his jaw, he listened to the body drop within a second before looking at his short agent. "I want this mess cleaned up before we hook the girl to the machine. No mistakes."
Rumlow returned with a short nod. He thumped his heavy boots closer to the unconscious assassin. Hegrabbed the laden arms with his gloved hands as Rollins lifted up legs by the ankles and hauled out him of the chamber while allowing the metal hand to scrape against the floor.
