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Jemma felt the pain in her side; time had seemed to stand still as she had been suspended over the edge of the track. Soon it was speeding up again as she fell down into the fog below.

She had luckily twisted her body around and aimed for a large patch of thankfully soft snow. She would have come out without a scratch if not for a rock buried beneath that had snagged her ribcage. She wasn't bleeding but she knew her ribs must be bruised maybe even cracked. It was nothing she couldn't handle and as she dragged herself up she was determined not to let the others, especially the Captain see her in pain.

She felt relief surge through her to hear Miss Romanoff's strong stable voice call a reply, like an anchor for her still swirling head. She then immediately felt stupid for having not noticed the unstable footing and she almost wished that the others wouldn't find her after the Captain's last comment.

Of course she had only proven his point by going tumbling down the side of a cliff face. Perhaps she was a burden and maybe Coulson had been wrong in choosing her. Both the Captain, Natasha and Alyona had faired just fine climbing but the increasing lack of oxygen had been getting to Jemma and she had found herself short of breath.

After chastising herself thoroughly and wishing for the mountain to swallow her up she looked over to see what the soft snow was piled in front of. The top of the metal door that was peeking out from the snow immediately filled her with excitement. If she wasn't trying to find a way of standing that didn't hurt her side, or clearing her still dizzy mind, then she may have done one of Skye's ridiculous happy dances.

They had found it! The entrance!

Jemma had called back to the others and told them to come down. Surprisingly the Captain was the first to reach her and he seemed like he was almost about to hug her but he reluctantly stepped back. Jemma thought she must be imagining things.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did you land on?" Mr Rogers was scanning her from head to toe, his eyes zeroed in on how she leaned slightly to her left as she hugged her frame casually. Steve didn't say anything but slightly lowered his head to look at the ground.

Jemma thought he almost looked worried but she saw his eyes widen again as he quickly asked what she had meant by the entrance. Jemma simply pointed to the large metal door obscured mostly from view by a mass of snow.

Alyona and Natasha quickly reached where they were and the Black Widow's sharp eyes immediately picked up on the young scientist's injuries. The red head said nothing as the biochemist didn't seem to want to point them out, no doubt, Natasha thought, because of the Captain's comment about not bringing her along.

Natasha quickly looked over at the offending man as he was currently digging in the snow to get to the doorway. The assassin knew that finding out about Barnes was important to the super soldier but she just hoped that he would try to keep his anger at himself directed away from the young woman.

Jemma watched as the great Captain America moved massive lumps of hard snow, she blushed to think of the muscle mass required to lift such weights. She quickly shook her head, he had Natasha and it was made clear that he thought she was a liability to this mission and she should in no way be ogling the man.

She took no time in joining Alyona in helping shovel away the soft snow while Natasha soon joined in. She soon felt the wetness of the ice as she shovelled; it leaked in through her gloves and stung her fingers.

With the three of them working it was soon no time at all before the area was cleared and the door stood before them. It looked strong although the old digit code panel was rusted and stiff from lack of use. Jemma doubted it still worked even if they knew the code to get in.

Jemma quickly pulled the R8-40 from her pack and latched it onto to the old control panel. The round object immediately began to glow blue. Jemma struggled to punch in the right buttons as the wind was now howling and she could hardly hear herself think. Finally with shaky fingers she typed in the code and promptly shouted over the wind for everyone to stand back on either side of the door.

Soon a loud bang was heard and a small explosion crashed out the side of the mountain. The young biochemist smiled to see that the R8-40 had destroyed the panel and the door was now slightly ajar. She made a mental note to thank Fitz when she got back. He would smile triumphantly she was sure at her praise, he was truly proud of the device as it had taken four attempts and three fires in the lab for him to get it right.

Steve was soon heaving with the effort to push the door far enough open for all of them to be able to fit through. Jemma was thankful to be out of the whistling wind and blocked from the cold snow but was soon dismayed as she was enveloped in darkness. All four got out their flash lights and they were soon walking down a long metal hallway.

They soon started to go past multiple doors but each one only revealed a worn old bed. As they walked further along Jemma felt an eerie feeling as she observed the slightly ajar doors and scratch marks against the cold metal. They looked like prison cells, ones that had been gotten out of.

The hallway soon led to a large round room with an incredibly high ceiling. Like a dome set in the middle of the mountain. Their flashlights didn't show much so when Jemma spied the control box she smiled.

"Bingo" Jemma scurried over to it and flung off her pack.

"Can you fix it?" Natasha's voice was low as she kept sweeping her eyes around the room.

"I think so." The box was big, made of old technology, Jemma got a screwdriver and shimmied on her back underneath it.

Steve watched in awe as only the young scientist's legs were poking out. There were some grunts as well as tinkering noises coming from underneath. After a curse and a quiet mumble of a name there was a loud whirring noise before large lights above began to flicker before finally illuminating the room with its dull glow.

Jemma shimmied out to look in awe at the room. The room had once been a bustling lab of some kind but was now a mess. The room had been trashed and things had been clearly taken. Along the walls Jemma could see rows of filing cabinets, some open and some completely knocked over, paper littered the floor and broken glass was everywhere.

In the middle of the room was a large overturned treadmill with wires and cords spilling out of it and connecting to larger machines assumedly for recording purposes. Jemma walked over and ran her fingers over the grip pads and looked at the layer of dust, no one had been here in decades and it seemed whoever was here last had ransacked the place.

Jemma glanced over at the Captain, he was standing in front of a bench, it had leather restraints at the top and bottom and it could be assumed that it was used to hold someone down. The Captain looked clearly angry as he touched the metal edges were old dried blood was stained.

Jemma glanced up at the contraption above him and the bench and felt the beginnings of dread coil around inside her.

She had seen it before. It had admittedly looked different but she was sure it was used for the same purpose. The screen, the headset, the metal claws used to keep a struggling participant from looking away. Jemma felt sick as she now knew who had ransacked this facility and how James Barnes had lost his memories.

Jemma walked slowly over to the Captain and pointed upwards when she had his attention. Steve looked up at the contraption that was no doubt meant to be lowered onto whatever poor person was strapped to the bench. He wheezed out a breath before looking down at her. Jemma felt the need to whisper in the quiet of the room.

"It's called a Faustus machine, I saw a modified version when I was undercover" Steve looked at her expectantly "…in Hydra."

"How does it work?"

Jemma didn't want to tell him, she really didn't. She knew that he understood that this was what Bucky would have been subjected to. She didn't want to be the one to tell him the horror of the procedure that could turn even the strongest person around to go against their own will. Jemma gripped the side of the bench until her knuckles turned white.

"Faustus is a psychological coercion method. The participant is restrained and through hypnosis and mental reprogramming is made to become compliant." Jemma swallowed a lump in her throat. "The victim's eyes are kept forcibly open and if they show signs of resistance they can be swayed back by use of a vocalized code."

Jemma watched as Steve had no expression on his face as he stared up at the old rusting head piece. Jemma wouldn't have heard his next whispered question if she had not been listening so closely.

"That is why Bucky doesn't remember anything and why he is working for Hydra isn't it? He was used with this machine." Jemma gripped the bench harder and looked down at the leather straps that would be used to hold down a struggling victim. Jemma knew she didn't have to answer, the super soldier was fully aware. She nodded anyway simply to confirm his answer.

"It is painful." It wasn't a question but a statement as Steve looked with hard eyes down at the restraints Jemma was looking at.

"Yes."

Jemma needed to say something, something to give the man hope, this anger and dejectedness did not suite him and she wanted the fired up Captain America back. Then she remembered something, something that did promise hope.

"He is still in there."

"What?"

"The machine, the brainwashing" Jemma looked up with a hesitant smile. "It can't take away memories, only block or distort them. Recovery is possible and the effects aren't permanent, Mr. Barnes is still inside the Winter Soldier somewhere."

Steve looked over at the scientist with a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he whispered. "There may still be a way to reach him, to save him." Steve finally smiled.

"That is right; we just need to find him. At least we now know why he ended up with Hydra."

Natasha walked up with Alyona not far behind, Natasha handed Jemma a crumpled file. "It definitely looks like the place was ransacked by Hydra, they have taken or wrecked most of the place, no doubt not long after the cold war. Found this though hiding behind a filing cabinet."

Jemma flipped open the stained old yellow cover as she felt the Captain move around to look over her shoulder. There were pictures, old black and white photos taken of men and woman in a training room. Men in white lab coats could be seen in the background. All eyes zeroed in on the picture of a man spiral kicking another man but the thing that drew their eyes was the missing arm.

Jemma was reading quickly over the information attached and then reading aloud. "Subject 12 is showing great results in accordance to the serum and strength and agility have greatly improved. Still showing signs of resistance against instruction..." Jemma sighed knowing that meant Faustus "...but is slowly complying. Recommending subject for project BL."

"Is that Bucky they are talking about?" Steve asked looking over Jemma's shoulder.

Natasha nodded, "I also found out what operation BL is." Jemma followed along with her counterparts as a stoic looking Natasha led them over to two doors. She opened one of them before turning to Steve. "I am not sure if you should see this Steve."

Said super soldier only shook his head. "I can handle it Nat, I have to know what happened to him."

Nodding, Natasha stepped away from the entrance and let Steve and Jemma walk in. Jemma immediately gasped at the sight and felt tears sting at the back of her eye lids.

The room was also huge and had obviously also been trashed and scoured but there was no mistaking the harsh truth of the clamps, scissors, scalpels and blood stains that revealed a horrifying surgery room.

Benches were lined up, identical to the one outside with the leather restraints. Each one with the identical BL logos printed in black on the edge.

"It stands for bionic limb." Jemma rushed over to the open folder on one of the broken chairs ignoring the biggest horrifying thing in the room.

Littering the floor, stacked against the walls and hanging from the ceiling were limbs of every shape and size. Arms with clawed hands, legs with small spikes protruding from the edges, an array of horrifying metal limbs were lying around the room. Some seemed more simplistic and crude, others were complex and defined.

All were in different stages of completion and Jemma could just imagine men and women strapped to tables as metal limbs were attached to them without anesthetic. A vision of Mike Peterson came unbidden to her mind, the pain and suffering he had went through for that leg. The leg that made him Deathlok and that had transformed him forever.

Jemma felt sick as she picked up the file and stared down at the pictures that confirmed her sick imaginings. Frozen in the old black and white photos were men and women, ones with missing extremities, ones with gnarled and twisted flesh, they were having these limbs attached to them by the same expressionless men in white lab coats.

She quickly read through the information before slamming the folder down and glowering at the torn flag hung on the opposite wall. It was similar to the soviet flag but instead of the well known hammer and sickle the simple golden star had been enlarged and was plastered in the middle, signifying the communist party. It had been torn and the symbol of Hydra had been painted over the top. It seemed that Hydra had come to take whatever they could find from the soviet lab.

Jemma had a sick feeling in the back of her mind, so many empty rooms, so many participants and only one winter soldier. What happened to the rest? What else had Hydra taken? And what were they planning?

Jemma remembered why they were here and looked back at Steve. He was simply standing there looking at the room, no expression, no emotion in his eyes.

Jemma then remembered the other door and the other main two questions Steve wanted answers to. How was Barnes still alive and seemingly young? And where was he now?

Jemma strode quickly out of the horrifying room and went to the other door, this one was slightly ajar and Jemma felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge as she swung it open with a loud creak. The air was sucked out of her by what she saw. So that was how he was still alive.

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