THE AREA WAS LARGE AND DARK, covered in dust, obviously having been left derelict for ages, letting the dust settle on the ground, covering everything in at least an inch of the grime. Some sunlight cast into the large warehouse, shimmering onto a large industrial clamp that had at one point been painted in a coat of red paint, it chipped at the edges. A metal arm was clamped into the vice, securing it so that it couldn't be ripped away or used. Bucky groans weakly, shifting slightly in his seat as he comes back around. He tries to move his arm, the vice stopping him. His eyes glance over at it, and he places his other hand on the table connected to it, supporting himself up slightly.
Steve stands near the door of the warehouse, looking outside. His eyes follow as he watches as a helicopter flies overhead, probably looking for them. Sam glances at him before looking through the gap into the room where Bucky is being kept. He watches as he stirs before looking at Steve. "Hey, Cap!" Sam calls and Steve's head turns to look at the black man before he quickly walks over to where Sam is standing. He looks in the room, leaning against the door frame, staring at him.
Bucky looks up at Steve, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Steve." He said quietly, his eyes moving around as if he was trying to piece everything together.
Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "Which Bucky am I talking to?" He asks carefully, his face betraying no emotion.
Bucky moists his lips, panting. "Your mom's name was Sarah…" He says slowly, his eyes cast downwards. "You used to wear newspapers in your shoes."
Steve smiles at that, relaxing his stance. "Can't read that in a museum." He chuckles.
"Just like that, we're suppose to be cool?" Sam wonders, confused, looking between the two super soldiers.
"What did I do?" Bucky asks shakingly, feeling guilty and worried about what happened when his mind was pushed back.
"Enough." Steve answers simply.
"Oh, God, I knew this would happen." Bucky groans. "Everything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do was say the goddamn words."
"Who was he?" Steve questioned, getting straight to the point at hand.
"I don't know." Bucky sighs.
"People are dead." Steve reminds him darkly. "The bombing, the setup." He lists, looking at him with stern eyes. "The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than 'I don't know.'"
Bucky looked away, thinking. "He wanted to know about Siberia." He admits. "Where I was kept." He summarises. "He wanted to know exactly where."
"Why would he need to know that?" Steve asks, confused.
Bucky at him, his facing falling. "Because I'm not the only Winter Soldier." He says quietly, his voice low and solemn.
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As a car drives down a long narrow road, a motorcycle speeds down and quickly surpasses the car before turning back around, causing the car occupations to get confused as the motorcycle comes closer and off to the side, a car going down and dragging a knife across the wheels. The car starts to speed out, before crashing into a tree, unable to keep on course with the mismatched support of weight. The motorcyclist watches as he turns off the bike, coming over to the car, making a motion to the two red dots in the dark, a figure walking out from the dark, moving over to the other side of the car.
The asset nodded before going walking over to the back of the car, opening up the trunk and picking up a sleek silver briefcase that was hidden underneath the mat in the trunk. The CCTV camera on top of the speed camera picks everything up as it records what is happening before it's quickly cut off, the Soldat walking over and pointing a gun at it, quickly destroying the surveillance camera.
The two quickly leave, making their way back to base where they are greeted by Karpov. He looks at them sternly, without a hint of kindness or thanks on his face. "Отлично, Солдат. (Russian: Well done, Soldier)" He tells them, closing the lid of the case again and indicating for them to follow him.
They enter into a lit room, cast in a white glow with five hospital beds lined up against the wall. Each bed is occupied, four men and one woman each laid in them, their arms resting against the bedrail and waiting. The Soldat and Asset watch as doctors insert IV into their arms, feeding the blue fluid directly into the veins. One of them, a man named Josef, laid his head back, flexing the muscles in his arm as he watched the fluid disappear into his arm.
After a bit of time, the drip bag finishes, it is all now in Josef's system as he screams, gripping his hands and eyes, looking at the guards fiercely. Two guards come over and force him up, dragging him down the hall as the others are checked on by the other doctors, ignoring what is happening, not really caring as Josef is dragged into what just passes as a bedroom and dragged over to the bed. The guards swiftly buckle restraints onto his ankles, chest and wrists. His arms pull against the restraints, stretching them as far as they can go, the veins in his hands bulging. "It hurts!" He screams, his face filled with pain, but again the guards don't think anything about it.
The guards exit the room, closing the viewing slot and locking the door from the outside so that he can't escape, walking past Karpov who is currently sitting at a desk in a corridor, making notes and listening as Josef cries out. He doesn't think much about it, reviewing the other files. Soon, the screaming stops and Karpov smiles before getting up. He makes his way over the room and opens the door and switches on the light. Josef is sitting still on a bed, his hands clenched and leaning on his lap. He looks up at Karpov.
He leads him into a room where the other soldiers are waiting. They are all wearing black under armour, red lines on the seams. Josef and the woman are brought into the middle where the Soldat and the Asset are standing, wearing their normal gear. Josef raises his fists and quickly starts to fight him. He punches at him and the Winter Soldier goes flying, causing him to crash against the wall.
The other soldier looks at him slightly, her eyes emotionless before continuing to fight with the blond female, she gets a few hits in before being forced to the ground, the female's foot against her neck. The two soldiers back away, Josef and the blond both breath heavily, their eyes looking into the other's dead eyes with fierceness. He stands still, his arm outstretched. "Оченьхорошо, Иосиф. (Russian: Good work)" Karpov compliments, a forced smile on his face. He stands near the wall, watching the fight take place.
Josef waits as a medic walks over to him, talking his wrist in his hand, feeling his pulse point as he times the beats using his watch, his eyes not even looking over at the super soldier. Josef suddenly slams the medic to the floor in anger, an action that is almost immediately retaliated by a guard slamming his nightstick into Josef's back with absolutely no effect. Karpov's eyes widen in fear as he watches it all unfold and he quickly walks up to the original Winter Soldier, getting behind him, one hand gripped onto the strap of his tactical gear.
"Солдат, вытащименяотсюда! (Russian: Soldier, Get me out of here)" Karpov orders his hand as the other five Winter Soldier's fight against the squad of soldiers surrounding them, and the Soldat runs at them, staying behind Karpov as he stays between the two of them, quickly exiting the training room. They go through a barred door and lock it behind them, leaving Karpov in safety and unable to be touched by the rogue super soldiers.
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Steve looks down, and then back up at Bucky. "Who were they?" Steve asks carefully.
"Their most elite death squad." Bucky admits, sounding slightly scared. "More kills than anyone in HYDRA history." Steve's eyes widen and Bucky looks down. "And that was before the serum."
"They all turn out like you?" Steve questions.
Bucky shakes his head slightly. "Worse." he says, his voice small.
Steve looked away for a bit before looking back at him. "The doctor, could he control them?" Steve wonders.
"Enough." Bucky answered.
"Said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve reminded him, remembering what Zemo said, getting a sick feeling in his stomach when he realises.
"With these guys he could do it." Bucky confirms. "They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise, They can take a whole country down in one night." Steve looks shocked. "You'd never see them coming."
Sam walks up to where Steve had walked closer to Sam. His back is against Bucky, facing the door, turning his head to look at Steve. "This would have been a lot easier a week ago." Sam tells him, stating the obvious.
"If we call Tony…" Steve starters to say.
"No, he won't believe us." Sam shakes his head.
"Even if he did…" Steve argues, thinking about the possibility of Yawa telling him.
"Who knows if the Accords would let him help." Sam buts in, shouting the idea down before it could even be said.
"We're on our own." Steve realises.
"Maybe not." Sam says, looking out of the gap in the wall which was once a doorway. "I know a guy." He gives a soft smirk.