A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.
"Святилище" (Sanctuary)
My fists clenched as I gasped. Staring straight ahead, doctor Pavlov came to stand in front of me; the rest book clasped tightly in his hands. Taking a minute to look me up and down, he reached over and took out the mouth guard. My eyes moved away from the doctor. I don't want to look at his way, and instead I stared at the bland grey wall behind him.
"Katya?" he questioned.
Pavlov studied me closely; waiting for my answer with a hopeful look on his face. I'd been broken. I'd been put back together. Over and over again until it's too painful to think or remember. My chest panted as I still felt the buzz of electricity tingling my muscles "Готов выполнить" (Ready to comply)
2016, Berlin
Everything ached.
Lifting his head, Bucky's eyes fluttered as he looked at the grubby concrete and dry oil spills. Flinching, he realised that he couldn't move his left arm. Looking over, his brows furrowed when he saw his whole left appendage had been trapped by some sort of device. Glancing around for answers, Bucky didn't know how he'd gotten here. All he remembered were those words, and then nothingness.
"Hey Steve" called a man in front of him. It belonged to Sam Wilson.
Coming around the corner, the tall blonde Captain came into view and took a few steps towards the trapped brunette who sat uncomfortably "Steve?" Bucky questioned while wincing.
"Which Bucky am I talking to?" crossing his arms over his chest, Steve wanted to make sure this wasn't a trick. That the man who's sitting in front of him is the man he claimed to be – the real Bucky.
"Your mums name is Sarah" he replied before giving a faint smile "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes" smiling at the memory and mention of his mother's name, the Steve nodded in response. That's all the conformation he needed, however it wasn't enough for Sam.
"So just like that we're cool?" questioned Sam sarcastically with a nod of his head. He couldn't believe with a few facts that's all it was going to take for Steve to think this is the real James Barnes. The guy from Brooklyn.
Bucky looked up at Steve and ignored Sam's remark. There's more serious issues to be dealing with "What happened?" Bucky asked. He knows he must've caused mayhem when the man who'd interviewed him spoke the trigger words.
"Enough" replied Steve. He didn't want to give Bucky the details. He knows that he's already feeling guilty about it all. Steve had to admit, it was shocking to see Bucky the way he was. When he first found him in his apartment in Bucharest, Bucky looked different – lost, in a sense. Back at the government facility, while he was being controlled, that wasn't the man Steve Rogers grew up with – it was the Winter Soldier.
"God" Bucky said while shaking his head "I knew this would happen. All he had to do was say the god damn words" he bowed his head in shame. This is just another nightmare. Bucky thought it was all over and that the book which controlled his life had disappeared or been destroyed.
"What happened in there?" Steve asked, referring to the interview. When the power went out no one could see what was going on. No one knows what really happened.
"I don't know" Bucky replied.
"Come on. We have the whole government resources looking for us, so you're going to have to do better than I don't know"
Furrowing his brows, Bucky looked to the ground and back at Steve "He wanted to know about Siberia, where I was kept – he wanted to know about the program"
I'm numb.
Punching Rachel in the throat, she reeled back which gave me enough time give four consecutive punched to her chest and ribs. I can see the sweat rolling down her neck. Crouching, Rachel swiped her leg out to knock me down. Jumping up, I planted my feet back on the ground and kicked her in the head. She's weak. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I wrapped my fingers around her throat and slammed her to the ground. Stomping my boot into her face, a crack sounded out before blood trickled from her nose.
Rachel clutched her nose to try and stop the bleeding. The girls all stood in a line off to the side. Krupin and Pavlov stood a little ways away as they watched with pleased smiles on their face. I've changed. I can feel it. My eyes landed on the Soldier as he stood in the corner. A pair of hands clapped together as Krupin spoke "Impressive. She's become quite the fighter"
My fists squeezed tight and my nails dug into the palm of my hand. Breaking the skin, the half-moon punctures began to weep blood. My lung breathed in and out as I watched Pavlov approach me. Taking my wrist in his hand, I yanked my arm free from his grip. Something isn't right. Back handing him in the face, he landed on the floor. I felt something blunt and hard hit me on the shoulder from behind.
Turning, I saw it was guard. He had his black baton raised high in the air, ready to strike. Glaring, I snatched the weapon and hit him in the stomach. The guard hunched over and I took a hold of his head and snapped his neck. Dropping to the ground with a thud, I turned to look at Krupin. I could see shock and fear in his green eyes. I could hear the other girls as they rallied to fight the guards.
Krupin took shelter behind the Soldier "Get me out of here!" growled the doctor.
I went to follow them when I a hand pulled on my shoulder. Taking the guards hand, I twisted his wrist behind back and kneed him in the spine; he fell paralysed from the waist down. Looking around, the Soldier punched one of the girls as he guided Krupin to safety. I ran toward them, but the Soldier had already closed the barred door before I could get there; separating me from the man I wanted to kill.
2016, Berlin
Bucky struggled. He didn't know what to do. His mind reeled a mile a minute as he tried to think. Should he tell them? Could they be trusted? Shaking his head, Bucky leaned forward to stretch the muscles in his back. They'd set his arm free so he could at least sit straight.
"This program, you were a part of it?" asked Steve.
Taking in a breath, Bucky leaned back on the crate and nodded his head "Nineteen fifty-three. They woke me up and transported me to Romania for an assignment – program Red Room. A secret Facility beneath a mountain. I don't remember much. Just that I had to train them"
Steve nodded his head "Natasha, she trained in the Red Room"
"No. This was years before that" replied Bucky "They didn't just teach them how to fight. They experimented on a handful with a Serum they got from of S.H.I.E.L.D's agents. The whole thing didn't last too long. They got too extreme – uncontrollable. They shut it down when they knew it wasn't going to work"
"Then who were you looking for, if there all gone"
"That's the thing. There not all gone" replied Bucky "Katya, she's still there"
There here.
The metal door of my solitary room creaked opened and a pair of guards stepped in alongside doctor Pavlov. Leaving me restrained to my bed for a week after the riot, this was the first time they'd come to visit me. Staring up at the room, I could see the Pavlov's eyes flickering over nervously. Stepping up to the side of my bed, he injected me with a needle. I didn't flinch. Nodding to the guards, they unbuckled from the bed.
"Get up" ordered Pavlov.
Doing as he says, the guards grabbed a hold of my arms and lead me out of the room. Following down the hallway, we continued down the stairwell; deeper than I've ever been before. I wonder if it ever ends. Coming out of the stairwell, we walked down a straight and narrow cement corridor. It's dark and cold, and at the very end is a thick metal door.
Pressing the passcode into the console mounted on the left hand side, the metal door made a deep groan as it opened up. Entering inside, Krupin stood alongside two other unknown doctors in white lab coats. There everywhere. The guards let me go and I felt cold metal fingers take their place with a firm squeeze. The Soldier.
Glancing over at Pavlov, he fumbled over several control consoles right next to a large and tall cryo tube. There's several thick cables plugged in at the top and white smoke spilled out of the cylinder capsule. Krupin walked up to me from where he stood earlier. My body had begun to become sluggish as I slumped in the Soldiers hold. The injection from earlier is taking affect.
Krupin reached out and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear "I wish this ended differently Katya. You are –" shaking his head, Krupin stopped what he was going to say. Instead he called out to Pavlov "Are we ready doctor?"
"Yes. Were ready doctor Krupin" replied Pavlov.
"Good, then put her in" he ordered before taking a step back.
I twisted in the Soldiers grip and used my large burst of energy to step toward Krupin "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked "What did I do wrong?"
Krupin was surprised before answering "I do this to protect you, and to save my work for Hydra. You aren't needed now, but the future holds many promises"
I squirmed "No" I shook my head "I don't want the future. I don't want promises. I did everything you asked. I am what you wanted me to be"
"And you're my pride because of it" replied Krupin "My legacy will live on through you. All the actions you will commit in the name of our organisation, it will be because of what I made you. Understand Katya. This isn't the end. It's just the beginning"
Tugging on the Soldiers grip on my arms, my body started flail as I struggled to get out of his hold. Krupin nodded and I was dragged across the room and toward the cryo tube "No. I'm not going in there" anger gave me the strength to fight. Elbowing the Soldier in the ribs, I knocked my head back into his face.
Clutching my throat, the Soldier shoved me down onto the leather seat and secured the metal restraint around my neck. Strapping me down, I was harness to the seat until I could barely move. "Look at me" I hissed at the Soldier as he stood, his cold eyes flickering to mine "I want you to see"
He didn't give away one ounce of emotion. Instead he stood back to let the other doctors take his place. Attaching wires to my body, I squirmed under them and turned my head to the side when I saw a black breathing mask being brought up to my face. Strapping it into place after a moment, they secured it with velcro straps; it pinched on my skin and hair.
Stepping away, I saw Krupin leaving the room. He wasn't going to stay to see me go under. Turning my eyes back to Pavlov, he stood looking up at me from the control panel. My heart thudded beneath my chest "Functioning at full capacity" Pavlov said while pushing and pulling levers and buttons.
Closing my eyes for a second, I snapped them open when I heard a loud beep sounding out. My hands opened and closed as I quickly glanced around the room. I saw the Soldier standing there with his arms by his side; watching me as the metal casing of the cryo tube lowered. My body continued to squirm. I don't want this. Everyone was soon blocked from my site and I felt isolated and alone. A puff of white icy gas was released into the tight surroundings.
Gasping an intake of breath – darkness consumed me.
2016, Romania
Zemo's efforts so far haven't been in vain.
Since the bombing of Vienna to the interrogation of the Soldier, he'd collected all the information he needed. The location the Soldier had given him was far off the grid and in a place where there's no sign of life for miles; just dense woods and a worn in trail. Rubbing his hands together for warm, he breathed out a faint puff of white smoke. It's cold.
Walking down an old and abandoned concrete hallway, it was narrow and straight. Stopping at a thick and large metal door, he saw the console mounted on the left hand side. Taking off his back pack, Zemo reached in and retrieved the red book he'd been safeguarding. Not long now. Flicking through the pages, he found the digits and entered them into the panel on the left of the door.
Taking a step back, the metal door let out a rusted groan as it opened up. Shrugging on his back pack, he shone the torch and entered into the dark room. The temperature is even colder inside of the isolated room. Searching around, he found the metal cryo tube and pressed his hand up against it. It's still cold and there's a slight hum of a vibration signalling that it's still on.
Finding the necessary console, Zemo wiped his gloved hand over to discard the thick layer of dust and cob webs. Pushing a few buttons, a wiring noise started up before the bright L.E.D lights flickered on to reveal the entire content of the room. No one's been here for a very long time. The technology primitive compared to todays. The place has been abandoned and forgotten since nineteen fifty-three; just over half a century.
Turning his sites back on the metal casing of the cryo tube, Zemo referenced the red book and managed to figure out the basic controls of the console. Pressing one last button, the sound of gas puffed out before the creak of the metal casing began to lift up to reveal the weapon hidden inside; dormant until the day she's needed.
"It's time"