There were only a handful of men in the room as the Winter Soldier walked in. The anger and frustration were clear on his face as memories tugged at the corners of his mind. It was enough to drive a lesser man insane. For the Winter Soldier, it was an irritation. He could remember but he couldn't remember. The memories felt jumbled and faded around the edges, like an old photograph. It wasn't something that he could make sense of in any meaningful way. The fragmented memories were like a horrible daydream, floating around in his head even now.
Someone tried to nudge him toward a chair in the middle of the room and for the most part, he allowed himself to be moved. He'd sat in that chair before. He knew what it meant that he was being guided there now. Someone else near him whispered that the soldier had been awake for too long. Another commented that he looked as if he was coming unraveled. The Winter Soldier shot a glare in the direction of the whispered voices and the whispers stopped. They often behaved as if he couldn't hear them, as if he didn't understand their words. Even if they spoke another language, the soldier understood. He knew that they thought that he was unstable, that he was a monster of their making.
However, like any good soldier, he did as he was told. Even now the soldier moved to sit in the chair. He watched, turning his head just slightly as other fluttered about around him, moving here and there to get things ready. It was time for the Winter Soldier to be wiped, his memories taken from him. At a moment like this, that suited the dark-haired man just fine. He didn't want to remember because remembering was a painful process. None of the puzzle pieces in his mind fit together in any meaningful way. Each piece seemed either too big or too small to fit in the proper position which made it hard for the soldier to see the big picture of his life before this.
Heavy footsteps resounded in the room as a man walked over to the Winter Soldier. The man looked over the broken assassin sitting in the chair. Dark eyes surveyed the other man before he turned to one of the scientists, ignoring the look on the Winter Soldier's face as he looked up.
"Протрите его память. Я хочу никаких следов Barnes не оставил. Если вам нужно сделать, это, протрите его во второй раз. Он не спал слишком долго. Мы не можем позволить себе, чтобы он помнит. Ни один момент."
A mouth guard was placed in the Winter Soldier's mouth, which he dutifully opened wide to accept the plastic piece. He bit down on it so he wouldn't grind his teeth or bite his own tongue off. Both of these were possibilities since he had watched another man sit in this chair once before and without the mouth guard, blood ran out of the other man's mouth as he bit off his tongue while the electrical charge ran through his body. Now the soldier sat up, waiting as the implements that would wipe his memory were lowered and placed on his head. Restraints were used to keep him from writhing too much. He tugged on them merely to ensure that they were tightened enough to handle the pulling that they were likely to endure in a few moments.
The man who had spoken earlier nodded to someone that the Winter Soldier currently couldn't see. Instead the soldier closed his eyes tightly, already biting down on the plastic piece in his mouth. He heard the click of a switch being flipped and then ...
And then nothing but a blinding pain touching every nerve ending in his body until his mind and body both gave out, leaving the Winter Soldier unconscious and without any memories other than the ones he was about to be fed yet again by the ruthless men and women running this organization.
When the time was right, of course.
(Author's Note: I used Google's translate tool to get the Russian words there in the story and I'm sure if you used the same tool, you'd get a translation that doesn't match the words that I inputted in the first place so here's the original English translation: "Wipe his memory. I want no trace of Barnes left behind. If you need to do it, wipe him a second time. He's been awake for far too long. We can't afford for him to remember a thing. Not a single moment.")