Chapter 22
By: MysticFantasy
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"Sir, we have visitors." a guard announced as he ran into the room. "It's the Avengers!"
"Get to your positions!" the mysterious doctor ordered. The guards right away carried out the order and then the doctor turned to the black clad soldier. "Winter Soldier, you are to guard this child. He is still needed. We cannot allow the Avengers to rescue him."
"Rogers and Romanoff are going to try to get here before the others." he said.
"Soldier, you should know that, out of all of God's creatures, the mother is the most dangerous."
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The only thing on Steve's mind was running as fast as he could in order to reach the room where the signal was coming from. The room where his precious son was in.
He had wanted the team to go in all at once but then figured it would be easier and safer if the team had split and went in from different directions.
The captain hated the thought of being apart from his wife but knew that it needed to be done in order to find and save James.
Tony and Thor were flying above the compound in order to get as many guards outside as possible. Bruce had declared that he would stay in the quinjet so that he could either provide back up or be ready to treat his team or James when they returned.
A fire burned inside Steve as he continued to push himself down the suspiciously empty hallway. He found it very strange that he hadn't encountered anyone to stop him. This right away told him that the enemy knew they were there and were planning something.
But his concern was just on his family and friends. And possibly the man who had taken his son.
Bucky, how could you do this? Steve thought to himself. Natasha told me what happened to you but I still can't believe that you would take my son from me like this. Why? Why did you do this? I named my son after you.
The soldier slowed to a stop when he came to a set of metal doors. He took a quick glance at the tractor and saw that the signal was right on the other side of the doors he was standing in front of.
James, daddy is here. I swear on my life that I'm going to get you out of here and back home with your mother. I promise, if anyone has laid a finger on you they're going to regret it with their very souls.
Steve didn't waste another second in pushing through the doors and entering what looked to be a combination of a science lab and a medical lab.
But his eyes quickly spotted a white crib in the middle of the room and lying inside was a moving bundle.
"James!" he cried as he rushed over but slammed into an invisible force. "What the..."
Steve tried to reach his son but a force field was blocking his way. He saw James' eyes look up at him and then his little hands reach up to him. Wanting his father.
"James. I'm right here." Steve said, hoping his son could understand him. "I'm gonna get you out of there."
"Not any time soon, I'm afraid." a voice said.
Steve whirled around with a new flare of anger inside him. He was ready to snap the neck of whoever was behind this whole thing. But his anger froze when he spotted the source of the voice standing on a platform with a gun pointed at him.
"I look familiar to you, yes?"
"Zola?" Steve gasped.
"His great-grandson. I am Henry Zola."
"Why are you doing this?!" Steve demanded angrily. "Why have you kidnapped my son?!"
"It's a colorful tale, captain." Henry answered. "It's mostly a tale of revenge and science to gain further vengence on you American's."
"What?! What are you talking about?!" Steve demanded. "I'm about sixty years older than you. What could I have done to you?!"
"What you did to my great-grandfather of course." Henry answered. "He was a great man and you had him locked away for the rest of his life."
"Zola was a mad man." Steve declared. "He was trying to help destroy the world in the name of a greater monster. He got locked away because of the things he had done and he confessed it!"
"No!" Henry declared angrily. "He was a brilliant man with brilliant ideas and inventions. Because of you and your Howling Commando's he was taken in as a lowly prisoner and was put behind bars for the rest of his life."
"Alright! If you want revenge on someone, do it on me! Leave my son out of this! Why did you have him brought here to begin with?!"
"That is the science part." Henry said with a somewhat calmer voice. "Your child was created in order for there to be an heir to the super soldier formula."
Steve's face twisted in disgust at what he was hearing. Even though he accepted how his son had come into his life, he would not accept that it was all a plan by an evil great-grandson in order to get the super soldier formula.
"We were able to get a hold of a few strands of your D.N.A. from a helpful source. From there, we were able to create an injection that would impregnate the famous Black Widow. The only other person in the world who's got the closest result of the formula. Even we were not entirely sure it would work or not but it did and your son was the result of many hours of lab work. Now his blood is being tested to see if he had indeed inherited the formulas from both you and Natasha Romanoff. That was the only reason he was created."
Steve gave an angry shout as he threw his shield toward the doctor. The shield made contact with the hand holding the gun. This gave the soldier enough time to run over and grab the doctor.
He pinned him down to the floor as one hand clutched tightly onto his throat.
"You think you're God? Is that it?" Steve demanded angrily. "You think that you can just create a human life like it's nothing?! Claim he's nothing but an object that can be made and taken back without a care?!"
Steve tightened his hold on the man's neck. Henry struggled to get the soldiers hand off his neck as he continued to gasp for more than a small pant of air.
"That was your first mistake." Steve continued. "Thinking that you could just make a child like that you weren't even sure if he has the same formula as either of his parent's. It backfired on you. He may not have been made from love like he should have been but he's loved by his parent's. You should have picked something else because this is going to be the death of you. Taking my son was your greatest mistake. Now you're going to end up exactly like your great-grandfather. Locked away for the rest of your life."
"Not if you want your son to live." a voice said and a barrel was suddenly pressed to the back of Steve's head.
"Bucky." Steve whispered.
"Long time, Steve."