…The Disillusioned Of Winter…
/Warning/: This chapter contains, sadness and angst, mention of past non-con and Mpreg, mention of cannibalism, a little bit of violence, nightmares, a little bit of fluff, gentle Stevie, and confused Bucky! All reviews are appreciated.
P.S: This is an Omegaverse story as in Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; it also deals with the standard Winter Soldier's warnings, with that be careful and enjoy!
"Character talking"
"Character thinking"
…Flashbacks…
Chapter 4
… Initiating The Blue Protocol…
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Winter woke up with a soft gasp, his body frozen in time and was tense as tight as a bow; he still recall the whispers and orders messing up his mind. The Blue Protocol… The Blue Protocol… How can the asset forget something as important as The Blue Protocol? It was an old Protocol, one that dated back to sixty years ago, not as old as The Original Protocol but still as important as the first.
The asset wondered what he is to do, his mind was fighting to choose which protocol to follow; what is he to do? What should the asset choose? The Blue Protocol had been initiated without the asset's consent, without his Handler's consent! What is the asset to do when the protocol that Hydra spent years… decades… trying to purge out of the asset's system, mainly because it was one of the reasons the asset malfunction in the middle of his missions, was initiated once more?
Status: Danger… the asset blinked, his breath stuck in his throat as his eyes stared at the window, not leaving the snow that was once again falling outside, blanketing the outside world in white powder… It's because you weren't sent to the chair… a voice hissed inside the asset's mind, causing the asset to swallow and clench his metal hand tightly… Status: Danger! Not Functional! In Dire Need Of Maintains…
If you are good and listen to Handler… There would be no chair….
The Chair…
The Chair…
T-the C-c-c-chair…
The asset needs to be put in The Chair…
The asset was a danger to Handler Rogers, the asset was malfunctioning at an alarming rate, if the asset does not go to The Chair then something bad would happen and he would be put down. The asset's breath hitched and his hands started to shake… No, no, no, no, no, NO! The asset needs to do right, the asset has to report to Handler Rogers and accept his punishment, the asset must be put into The Chair so he can be a good asset and won't be put in the ice!
A beast is a beast, is a beast… and Omegas are no different…
A cold voice said, amusement coloring it, causing the asset to flinch and shiver, trying to contain his nausea… Status: Not Functional… swallowing tightly, the asset sat slowly, trying to stop his shaking, trying to control himself before he malfunction more than he already was. The asset needs to find Handler Rogers, he needs the Alpha to give him orders… The asset needs Handler Rogers to reinitiate The Original Protocol!
Status: Functional up to 70%... Functional up to 60%... Warning! Warning! The Blue Protocol Is Reinitiating!... warning sirens shrieked in the asset's broken mind causing a choked noise to escape him and for the asset to jump out of bed. The asset needs to find Handler Rogers; the asset needs to be put in The Chair and fast!
P-p-p-p-put him down…
Put h-him d-d-d-d-down…
Not suitable… k-k-k-killed Handler… p-put him DOWN!
A whimper left the asset's throat; his eyes became unfocused as he tried to rush toward Handler Rogers's room. The asset needs to report his failure to Handler Rogers, the asset needs to accept his punishment for failing to inform Handler Rogers about him malfunctioning; the asset needs to be put in The Chair! Stumbling outside of his assigned room, the asset walked slowly toward where Handler Rogers's room was, twitching in both fear and bloodlust as he finally stood in front of the Alpha's room.
A purr left the asset's throat involuntary, causing the asset's eyes to widen, especially when he felt wetness in his sleeping pants… Status: The Blue Protocol Is Complete… the asset wet his lips as he opened the door, blinking slowly as his sight fell on the sleeping form that was his handler. As silent as a panther, the asset walked into the room, standing near Handler Rogers's bed, and stared at the sleeping man; in the back of his mind, the asset wondered what he is to do now, wondering if he should be afraid or not.
We are not Hydra…
There is no more… Chair… no more…
Would it really be bad if the asset initiated The Blue Protocol?
That thought made the asset pause in his place, gazing at the sleeping Alpha with a new light as he tilted his head in deep thoughts. Handler Rogers said that they were not Hydra… It was Hydra who tried to purge The Blue Protocol, no one else… No more chair… The Chair was the only thing that controls the asset, damping the full force of The Blue Protocol… No more… Handler Rogers said it himself, no more; does that mean Handler Rogers wouldn't mind The Blue Protocol initiating?
Not s-s-suitable… k-k-killed Handler…
The Blue Protocol… dangerous… Alphas… Betas… d-d-dead…
Whispers and screeches were pounding inside the asset's skull causing his hands to twitch uncontrollably and for his breath to hitch. A mix of fear (The asset does not want to lose Handler Rogers… Handler Rogers was good, he didn't hurt the asset, he-) terror (Of the punishment Handler Rogers would give him when he discovers what the asset dared to hide from him-) Bloodlust (Unworthy! no one unworthy should be left alive… kill… kill… kill!) arousal (The asset does not have feelings, and arousal is one of the most dangerous ones; the asset is expected to be sent to The Chair if it happened-)
"B… Winter? What are you doing here?" Handler Rogers's sleepy voice snapped the asset out of the rabbit hole he was spiraling in, causing the asset to blink and focus on his handler who was leaning on his elbows and gazing at the asset with sleepy eyes that became alerted by the second.
"Initiating The Blue Protocol?" The asset asked, walking the last few steps toward Handler Rogers's bed, his fingers itching to wrap around his handler's neck and squeeze until Handler Rogers stopped moving and his breath left his lungs… the thought brought nothing but excitement and arousal, and the asset had to control himself from acting so impulsively or he would be returned to Hydra and their Chair… "Initiating The Blue Protocol?" The asset repeated breathlessly, going against everything his rational mind screamed at him, moving without his handler's consent until he was seated in his handler's lap, his thighs on either side of his handler's while his hands perched on Handler Rogers's chest. "Initiating The Blue Protocol?" The answer wasn't important to the asset; 'No' or 'Yes'. The asset wouldn't care about his handler's answer, not after The Blue Protocol was initiated… one way or another, Handler Rogers would end up dead after the asset was finished with him…
The asset gazed at his handler, fingers twitching and his heart was pounding as he waited for the Alpha's next move. The asset knows that Handler Rogers no doubt was able to smell the scent of arousal waving out of him (A scent that more than once ended with the asset being strapped to the Chair for hours and later thrown back in cryostasis for the next months? Years?) the asset could only bite his lower lip, feeling excited when the Alpha's eyes zeroed on his lips… maybe… maybe the asset can spare Handler Rogers a few minutes of pleasure before stealing his life; Handler Rogers was good to the asset, he was kind, he didn't hit or force the asset to do anything, a few minutes of giving the Alpha what he wanted is a good payback for the good care Handler Rogers provide to the asset.
Instead of answering, Handler Rogers's face turned stone cold, but the pain and heartbreak were clear in his eyes (Why? Why was Handler Rogers looking at him like the world just ended and the asset had killed the most precious thing he cherished?) Slowly… so slowly as if Handler Rogers was dealing with a cornered animal… Handler Rogers's hand stilled on the nape of his neck, causing the asset to tense a little, only to let out a confused noise when the handler lay on his back with the asset on top of him, lying on his chest with his ear directly above Handler Rogers's beating heart.
Handler Rogers's left hand starts running over his back gently while using the thump of his right (The one on the nape of his neck) to make a gentle circling motion. The asset wanted to pull back, he wanted to snap and hiss and growl at the disrespect the Alpha was showing him… The Alpha must accept his challenge… he must fight for his life to prove he is strong… he must die!... a soft rumble from the Alpha's chest cut through the fog of the asset's anger, causing him to furrow his brows when every muscle in his body seemed to relax against his will. It was a few minutes of the Alpha's demonstration that the asset understood what the man was doing (Handler Rogers was settling him!) but it was too late for the asset to lash out, not when his body was turning boneless and his mind foggy with happy hormones and pheromones as the Alpha continued his ministration. "Sleep…" Handler Rogers whispered in one of his ears softly, his soft command mixed with the Alpha's settling caused the asset to sigh and close his eyes…
Winter could only feel relief when sleep took hold of him…
"Did you find him?" The harsh clipped tone caused Tony to blink and turn toward the Alpha who dared to walk into his workshop like she owned the place; a frown tugged on his lips before he let out a huff and return to his work once more, which was trying to find the Winter Soldier through thousands of camera footages. A tough mission even with his A.I. but it wasn't like Peggy Carter was appreciating his offer or anything.
"Nope, still nothing…" The Beta said side-eyeing Carter, taking her clenched fists and harsh frown as she took the files and footage strawn across the workshop, her deep inhale of breath through the silent workshop caused Tony to purse his lips in deep thoughts before letting out a sigh. "Why…?" Tony started before thinking better and shutting his mouth, wondering how he can phrase his question without Carter blowing up in his face like how she did in the past few weeks ever since the Winter Soldier slipped from between their hands and left Natasha in the ICU. "Is he really Bucky Barnes?" Tony stilled on that question, a safe one that wouldn't get him in a shouting match with the Alpha who seemed to run on fumes.
"He is…" Peggy whispered softly, causing Tony to blink and turn his attention to the Alpha, abandoning his play of trying to act uncaring and busy; it didn't matter in the end, not when nothing had worked in the past few weeks. Studying Peggy, Tony bite his lower lip as he remembered the stories about the star-crossed lovers from the forties; he couldn't help but think how much of it was real, judging by Peggy's actions, Tony would say all of it.
"How do you know it was him?" Tony asked slowly, feeling like there was a bad taste in his mouth just by asking that question; Tony can admit that he doesn't really understand the relationship between Alphas and Omegas, it was never something he envied them for, not when he liked his designation very much. But to see how insane and Peggy was becoming day in and day out every time their research didn't get any result made him concerned about what would take a place if they found the Winter Soldier.
Personally, Tony would have made due with locking the Winter Soldier or strangling him to death just like how the man killed his parents; but the longer he searched the Winter Soldier's background the sicker he get. A part of him was wondering how the Omega managed to live through what Hydra did to him; another part of him was planning on taking the Omega to a faraway place in hope of him recovering, a faraway place that doesn't involve anything of his past life, no Hydra, no nothing, not even Peggy who from the look of it would only make things worse for the Omega. The larger part of him was wondering about the codependency that comes with being an Alpha/Omega pair, and how far Bucky and Peggy went through to foster such a strong co-dependency that left Peggy shattered at the sight of Bucky Barnes. Tony couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the Alpha if the Omega never remembered Peggy.
"I… I just do…" Peggy whispered causing Tony to press his lips tightly into a thin line, returning his sight once more to the files in front of him, letting J.A.R.V.I.S. handle the camera footages as he went through the Winter Soldier's files, trying not to get sick at the experiments the Omega was forced to go through. Experiments that would break anyone and every one no matter who they were, especially when the Omega spent over seventy years in the clutch of Hydra, with no way out.
"We have to find Barnes… preferably before something called the Blue Protocol takes hold of him," Tony said after a while of silence, causing Peggy to turn to him with a confused noise leaving her throat, her eyes questioning Tony and ordering him to tell her silently what he meant. "Don't ask me, there is no explanation here about what the Blue Protocol is, just a mention of it… but what I have gathered is when that protocol activated people die…" Tony whisper, showing Peggy one of the files that mentioned the Blue Protocol, wincing at how pale the Alpha became when she read over the causalities of the last time the protocol was activated; even Tony couldn't help but wonder how one Omega was able to kill over 106 Hydra agent consist of Alphas and Betas with only his bare hands and later eat their hearts out (Literally), but that was a thought for another time, a time when they are going to bring Barnes in…
Tony just hoped that Peggy wasn't going to regret her decision in the end…
Winter let out a sigh as he start waking up, a purr wanted to leave his lips at how comfortable he was at the moment, the asset couldn't even reign himself as he rubbed his face into the pillow under him, which was an act so out of control that the asset would have felt horrified any other time from such actions. The thing was Winter was so comfortable and warm, he doesn't even remember the last time he felt like this; probably never, but that didn't stop the beast inside of him from purring and rumbling in happiness.
Opening his eyes, Winter frown a little when he noticed that he wasn't sleeping in his assigned room, instead, he was in another one; raising his head and sniffing around, Winter blinked in surprise when he smelled how strongly Handler Rogers's scent was, meaning that this was his room. Slowly sitting on the bed, Winter looked around the room, wondering where his handler was; not finding Handler Rogers when Winter quickly scans the room caused a frown to take over his face.
How… why was Winter in Handler Rogers's room? Frowning, Winter rubbed his forehead with his flesh hand, trying to ease the headache that was taking control at the moment; he could only sigh when the memories of last night refuse to resurface, even after he spent more than five minutes trying to remember what took place and why did he wake up in his handler's room.
Standing up, Winter stilled in his place when he smelled the scent of arousal coming off him, causing his breath to hitch and for horror to take over him at the realization of what could have taken place last night. "H-Handler R-Rogers?" Winter's voice cracked as he called out for the Alpha, horror taking over him when there was no answer greeting him in return.
Could it be… could it be that Winter killed Handler Rogers last night? Could it be that The Blue Protocol was initiated last night? Fear and terror took hold of Winter as he jumped from the bed, trying to find Handler Rogers, hoping that the Alpha survived by a miracle and was far away. "Handler Rogers!" Winter called out as he rushed out of the room trying to find his handler, but even as he called out for his handler when he searched the cabin, there was no answer greeting him, causing the asset to let out a whine, shaking as the realization of him killing his handler was more than a silly possibility.
Tears clouded the asset's eyes, causing Winter to let out another whine, this time it was because of confusion… Status: Not Functional, Not Functional; Not Functional!... what was going on? Was the asset malfunctioning again? He needed Handler Rogers, the asset needed to find Handler Rogers, he need to… rushing toward the front door, the asset froze in his place as he thought about disobeying his handler's order of not leaving the safe house… If he is dead he wouldn't care… a dark voice hissed inside him, causing the asset to choke and take a grip of the door's handle, pulling the door open and looking outside at the snow-covered ground.
"H-Handler…" Winter called out before stopping himself, shivering harshly at the coldness that greeted him, engulfing him in its unforgiving embrace. "S-Steve…" Winter called out instead hoping that obeying Handler Rogers's orders and calling him by his name would bring him back. Taking step after step, Winter tried to ignore the shivers wreaking his body as he stepped on the snow with his bare feet. "Steve!" Winter called out, hoping that his handler was alive, hoping that Winter didn't kill the only handler who was not only nice to him but didn't hurt him and send him to The Chair.
Why? Why was The Blue Protocol initiated? The Blue Protocol was supposed to be purged out of his system a long time ago, it wasn't supposed to be an issue anymore… that's what the scientists told Handler Pierce a long time ago… shivering, Winter looked around, hoping to spot Handler Rogers (Even if it was just the body) and getting desperate when he didn't catch a glimpse of his Handler anywhere. "Steve!" Winter called out loudly, hoping that his voice is going to be heard by his handler… Status: Emotionally Compromised; Proceed To The Chair… sirens blare in the asset's mind as he felt his breath picking up and his heart elevating every second that passed without him catching a glimpse of his handler.
"Winter?" A voice called out causing Winter to whirl around, his heart pounding when he caught the sight of his handler walking toward the cabin with a deer slung over his shoulder. Without his consent, the tears that clouded his eyes since the start trailed down his face and he started running toward his Handler, ignoring the snow and ice that lowered his body temperature, not caring about anything as he reached his handler and jump into his arms, ignoring the warning bells that continued to shriek in his head telling him that he was emotionally compromised. "W-Winter? Are you… are you OK?" Handler Rogers asked, letting go of the deer's carcass and picking Winter up in a bridal style, cursing softly when he no doubt noticed how freezing Winter was.
Winter didn't answer Handler Rogers at first, content with assuring himself that his Handler was alive and that Winter didn't kill him in the end. The warmth seeping into him from Handler Rogers caused the tense muscles in the asset's body to relax one after one, being grateful for once in his existence that The Blue Protocol didn't claim one of his Handlers' lives. "I thought you left…" Winter ended up saying after Handler Rogers got him inside the cabin, closing the door behind them as to not let any more warmth leave the cabin. The hissing and shrieking still rang in his head and ears, causing Winter to close his eyes tightly and hide his face in Handler Rogers's neck and take his scent, being grateful that the man didn't push him away, even after last night.
"Why would you think that?" Handler Rogers murmured into his ear gently, holding him until they reached the bathroom, where he sat Winter on the top of the small cabinet before going to fill the tub with hot water. "Did you not see the note I left on the nightstand?" Handler Rogers question, his words causing Winter to still, wondering how stupid he was not checking his surrounding before letting the panic take hold of him.
"You… you left... before… Hydra took me after you did…" Winter whispered softly the truth (Or what he thought was the truth?) that seemed so possible and real with every day passing, trying not to shift at the harsh intake of breath before Handler Rogers let out a sigh, walking to Winter before helping him undress, picking him up gently once more before settling him in the water, causing Winter to hold into his flinch when the hot (Warm?) water made contact with his freezing skin.
"I… I never left… I was forced…" Handler Rogers ended up saying after a while, his words causing the asset to blink and raise his head to gaze at his handler who got a few bottles from the small cabinet and came to stand beside Winter. Eyeing the bottles in his handler's hands made Winter try and suppress his purr of the continent, especially when he remembered how relaxed and sleepy he was the last time Handler Rogers washed his hair. "I never wanted to leave you, Winter… but I couldn't stay anymore, not after…" Handler Rogers let his words trail before he sighed tiredly and started helping Winter bath.
The asset did not reply, pressing his lips tightly at the thought of his Handler being forced to leave him because of Hydra… because it was true, why would Handler Rogers leave him in the first place if it wasn't for Hydra making him? Closing his eyes, Winter ignored where his thoughts were heading in favor of focusing on how gentle Handler Rogers's fingers were as they ran through his hair.
"I will leave you to soak for a few minutes while I bring the deer to the shed and raise the cabin's temperature." Handler Rogers whispered after he was done, causing Winter to blink his eyes open and look around, wondering how long had passed since Winter got lost in the gentle ministration he was at the end of.
Humming, Winter gazed at his handler as the Alpha left the bathroom, letting Winter soak in the warm water and chase off the last of the chill that took resident in his bones. Winter's gaze never left the door as he waited for Handler Rogers to be back, counting the seconds as he tried to remember what took place last night, frowning harshly at the cloudy images that swam in his conscious… Sleep… Winter gasped as he remembered the gentle order Handler Rogers whispered in his ears, and part of him couldn't even believe that an order like this managed to overcome The Blue Protocol; Winter could only furrow his brows at this type of information, was The Original Protocol so strong that it managed to suppress The Blue Protocol when not even The Chair managed to do that?
Strange… this was so strange… was this type of strangeness even possible? Looking at the door, the asset made many different calculations in his mind and his choice was made. Standing up, the asset looked around for a towel to dry himself, not wanting to cause Handler Rogers to become angry with him more than he would be after what he was going to do.
Padding to the living room naked (You don't need permission to move through the cabin) Winter waited until Handler Rogers return inside, letting a content but small purr at how warm the cabin was, especially with the fireplace in the living room was put to use. It didn't take long before Handler Rogers was back, maybe a few more minutes before he came inside the cabin and closed the door behind him to keep the chills out of the warm place.
Though Handler Rogers seemed to freeze in his place when he caught the sight of the asset naked and waiting for him in the living room; which caused the asset to tilt his head to the side before walking toward Handler Rogers with slow steps, a small purr leaving his lips as he let the scent of arousal waft around the room. "Initiating The Blue Protocol?" Winter asked, wanting to see what Handler Rogers's answer was to be; if the answer was 'Yes' then Winter would have no choice but to fight the Alpha and kill him if he lost… if it was 'No' Winter fear the anger and fury his beast was going to feel… the reckoning his beast would choose was always more brutal than if Handler Rogers said yes.
Winter watched Handler Rogers's every move like a hawk, waiting to see what the man was going to do… excited to see what the Alpha was going to do… instead of what Winter thought the Alpha was going to do, Handler Rogers blinked his eyes and let out a tired sigh, walking toward the armchair and taking a soft plaid blanket and draping it across Winter's form, causing the asset to open his mouth in shock and then closing it.
"Come, I need to brush your hair." Handler Rogers said, guiding Winter to set near the fireplace on the rug, before disappearing for a few minutes to retrieve the brush. Stunned, that's what the asset was, he was astonished how his Handler ignored the question the asset asked entirely, going as far as to give Winter a very different order and letting the asset's protocols and orders fight with each other to gain the upper hand… Winter never knew that Handler Rogers was this cruel, stunning the asset enough to make him forget…
"Initiating The Blue Protocol?" Winter gritted out, once Handler Rogers stood behind him, trying desperately to ignore how his body was fighting him to obey his Handler's orders. A desperate move… the asset wanted a straight answer; it was either a 'Yes' or 'No' the asset needed his Handler's answer to preceding from there. Why was Handler Rogers refusing to answer him?
Handler Rogers only hummed, raising the brush and starting to brush the soldier's hair; his movement was gentle as he started brushing from the bottom to top (Gentle, Handler Rogers was always gentle when it came to the asset.) "What do you want for breakfast?" Handler Rogers asked instead (Ordered, his question had a hint of an order and a threat, causing Winter's breath to hitch and for him to stay still) causing the asset to press his lips tightly, his eyes tracing the flames in the fireplace.
"I… I…" Winter's voice creaked as he tried for the third time, only for his throat to close up causing the asset's lips to wobble… Status: Emotionally Compromised, Not Functional… "Initiating T-the B-Blue Protocol…?" Winter asked once more, the tears clouding his eyes at his handler's cruel manipulation started to fall down, as embarrassment (A foreign and new emotion the asset never experienced before) and self-loathe (Not that new of emotion) coat his tongue like a thick layer of tar. Just an answer, just a 'Yes' or 'No' the asset doesn't need anything but a short answer to getting rid of the constricting feeling in his chest; like his heart was being squeezed tightly and mercilessly.
"Shhh, I know, sweetheart, I know… just let it out…" Handler Rogers shushed him in a deep accented voice, sitting behind the asset and pulling him into a tight embrace, chest to back, causing Winter to sniffle and hold his sobs when Handler shushed him from behind when the asset tried and failed for the fourth time to make Handler Rogers initiate The Blue Protocol… "Just let it all out…" Handler Rogers crooned, kissing the back of Winter's head, causing the Omega to let out a whine of confusion as he gazed at the flames in the fireplace as they eat the logs mercilessly.
What was going on? Why was Winter crying over something as foolish as Handler Rogers refusing to initiate a protocol that could possibly be dangerous for him? Part of Winter though could not help but feel like he was played with… cheated on even… which did nothing but make Winter whimper as Handler Rogers held him in his arms and start rocking him gently. He felt… Winter felt like used goods that Handler Rogers didn't find anything worthy in him, and probably he was right if his refusal to initiate The Blue Protocol was anything to go by; the asset could only flinch when Colonel Karpov's voice resonate in his ears…
Unsuitable breeding stock…
"Oh, God…" Angie's voice cracked as she read through one of the files, her breath shaking as she no doubts tried to hold herself least she got sick then and there; not that Sam was faulting her if she did, not when he nearly got sick when he reached the file that contains some of the experiments Hydra did on Bucky Barnes in the eighties… sick, sick, sick... they were all so damn sick and disgusting! Oh, God… indeed…
"I told you…" Dottie stated in a clipped and bland voice, the closest she ever came to rub it in their faces by laughing and telling them with a smirk 'Told you so!' but her face contain no amusement, no mocking, no nothing… only a blank face devoid of life to protect herself from the horrors that were contained in these files. "I divided the files into five categories as you can see. Conditioning. Torture. Experiments. Missions… and Cannibalism…" The last word caused Angie to heave before she caught herself, looking away from the few (Three, probably four?) files that contain the act of cannibalism Dottie talked about.
"Were you going to show Steve these files?" Sam finally asked, finding his voice after an hour, the horror he read through still resonating in his head and the back of his mind, he couldn't help but imagine Riley going through what Bucky Barnes suffered, which made his dark skin become so pale it almost looks grey.
An hour ago, Dottie came to Angie's little house, carrying a heavy suitcase that Sam thought nothing of at first, thinking that the woman was going to crash in Angie's spare bedroom like she usually does when Steve refuses for her to stalk his home. What Sam didn't expect was that the suit contains nothing but files upon files about The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes; just seeing the suitcase and the files made Sam gulp, especially how thick every file was. Sam should have known that nothing was ever good came in large packages, and him nearly throwing on himself several times in the past hour was the evidence in that; to top it all, Angie and Sam didn't even manage to finish three files of the mountains of papers and files that seemed to increase and become bigger by the seconds.
"I was… after all, Steven, needs to know what happened to his mate…" Dottie said causing both Sam and Angie to flinch harshly, as the two of them can perfectly imagine what Steve was going to do if he even read a single paper from the mountain of files in their hands… Steve would not only hunt every Hydra agent there is and rip their hearts out… oh, no… Steve was going to level everything to the ground if he knew what happened to his mate.
Beating, Torture, Mind-fuck, Conditioning, Cryostasis, Sexual harassments and Assault (Which surprisingly ended up with dead Hydra agents), Artificial insemination (Which ended with failure, miscarriage, or in one case a premature baby who died not a minute after his birth), Forced Cannibalism, and the list goes on and on that Sam feared it would never end. Just the thought of what Steve would do when he knew about the sexual harassment or the baby, Barnes lost was enough to make Sam sick in the stomach.
"Why… why would they force a human to become a cannibal?" Angie hissed, her eyes flickering from red to brown as they fell on the files on the table. The question Angie asked was a question that kept running inside everyone's mind; not that Sam has any opinion on cannibalism, not when his kind used to (And still) cannibalize humans in their wolf forms when the red moon arrive. But for a human to be forced to cannibalize a corpse or die from starvation was taking it to the extreme.
Dottie swallowed her three shots of vodka before filling her glass once more, this time nearly overflowing the glass, half an hour ago, everyone start drinking vodka in hope of them erasing the nightmare they were going to read… so far no luck, the vodka only succeed in making them sicker and sicker but didn't erase the nightmare that planted itself in their retina.
"What do you know about the Wendigos?" Dottie asked, causing Angie and Sam to freeze, part of them already knew where this conversation was heading to, but it didn't stop the horrifying truth from clawing their hearts; not for the first time, Sam wondered how insane Hydra's scum were, and with every word he read, Sam was proven that they were never sane, to begin with.
"Wendigos are born, not made…" Angie stated, her voice strong and sure, but the doubt in her eyes made even Sam shift in his place and wonder how Hydra came to the conclusion that Wendigo existed and is not a folk tale to scare people. Wendigos are solitary creatures, ones that were the same as darkness and mist, no one can catch them or get close to them until it was too late and you became the guest of honor on their table… thinking about it now, Bucky Barnes did fit the description to an extent, a ghost that was untouched for fifty years.
"Not if you talk to the right people… or creatures in this case…" Dottie whispered, not daring to raise her voice, and that by itself showed how shaky she was the longer they dig deeper into Bucky Barnes's past. A huge part of Sam wanted to rush to Steve and save him from Bucky Barnes; he wanted to pull Steve as far away from Bucky Barnes and make sure the Omega never hurt Steve more than he already did… there was a reason why Wendigos live solitary lives in the woods with no mates and always abandon their children young… it was because they eat each other when there is no food… "All the experiments were a failure; so be assured that we do not have an unstable Wendigo in our hands," Dottie stated, causing both Angie and Sam to let out relieved sighs, these words were like a cold balm to their already scared hearts… it meant that Steve wouldn't be forced to part from his mate a second time, it meant that Steve won't be forced to put a bullet between the Omega's eyes to protect the town and everyone in it… it meant that Steve won't be forced into another heartbreak he won't survive.
"What is The Blue Protocol?" Sam asked, his eyes trailing on the words that kept repeating in a few reports so far, and Sam was sure would continue to be repeated as he went through the files in their clutches. Sam wanted to be in denial, he doesn't want the knowledge that came with reading these files and the decisions that would come with it… but someone has to keep a clear head, someone has to protect Steve from the nightmares that lay within these papers; Sam already accepted that role, just as Steve silently accepted the role of being their town's protector.
"That's what I don't know…" Dottie said after a while of silence, the displeasure was clear on her face as she glared at the file in Sam's hands. "Everything about The Blue Protocol was destroyed, the only thing I know is that the protocol was one of the first ones they tried to train the Winter Soldier with, only to regret it in the end and try to erase it from the Omega's mind… it obviously didn't work, that's why the second the Winter Soldier asked about The Blue Protocol he was sent to The Chair. I am going to Russia in a week, one of my contacts told me that Colonel Karpov knew something about that protocol, hopefully, the next time I am here; I would have the answers you want." That caused both Angie and Sam to look at each other, a silent conversation running between them before they turned to Dottie who was flipping through the pages of one of the files.
"Thank you…" Sam ended up whispering, causing Dottie to raise one of her eyebrows before shrugging, muttering something about 'Don't thank me when we all know Rogers is gonna blow his shit after seeing this.' Which was true and scary, but at least then everyone was going to be prepared to deal with Bucky Barnes and his broken mind…
Sam just hoped Steve wasn't going to break like his mate…
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