Viktoriya Solovyova, aka Agent 1, was trained in the Red Room. She managed to escape and move to America and has since been working closely with Peggy Carter. When she meets a scientist with revolutionary ideas, how will she cope with the changes?
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Steve and I soon find ourselves in another dark hallway except this time I see the unmistakable short stature of Dr Zola. Steve goes to chase after him but hesitates when we hear a voice. 'Sergeant 32557....' I sigh as I hear the beginning of James' serial number, '32' not '12', he was drafted. I shake my head softly before rushing into the room. "Bucky? Oh my God." Steve says as he sees his friend strapped to a chair in a dingy lab. I pull the straps off of Bucky using sheer force, the sooner he is out of here the better, I think. "Is that.." Bucky begins to ask. "It's me, It's Steve." he reassures. James turns his head to me and I smile, "Doll..." He mumbles. "Hey Sarge." I scoop my arms under his body and effortlessly lift him from the chair.
Steve takes Bucky from my hold and leads him out of the room as I stay behind for a moment. I scan the room and commit the map on the wall to memory, the map of HYDRA's weapons facilities. I look at the chair and slide my hand across the cold metal. My breath hitches as I am bombarded with memories. The cool metal against my back and legs as I'm strapped down, the sharp pinch of needles, the excruciating pain of the machine. The machine that took everything away from me, took me away from myself, my humanity. I realise I've been gone for too long and run from the room in search of Steve and Bucky.
As I arrive behind Bucky I see Schmidt, standing tall and belittling Steve. I roll my eyes at his petulance and place a hand on Bucky's shoulder. He turns and before I ask if he's okay his eyes tell me everything. They are filled with pain and fear, pupils dilated from whatever Zola did before he ran. I give him a sympathetic smile and squeeze his hand. Schmidt seems to notice that Bucky is no longer watching him and sarcastically clears his throat. "Where did you go?" Steve frets. "I was looking to see if there was anything worth stealing." I lie, shrugging my shoulders, "There wasn't." I add as Steve quirks an eyebrow."
"Is that who I think it is?" Schmidt drawls. I roll my eyes and reluctantly step forward before gasping dramatically and saying, "JoJo!", my voice laced with sarcastic glee. He looks at me with disappointment but I just fold my arms over my chest and smirk. "You know I hated that nickname Solovyova." He snarls. My smirk falls at the mention of my real name and I charge at him but before I can reach him the bridge retracts. "Pussy." I mutter as I stare down the man slowly moving away from me. "No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see I was his greatest success!" Schmidt yells.
His hand travels to the base of his neck and his fingers reach under what I thought was his skin. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" I whisper to which the two men nod slowly, still watching Schmidt intently. I watch him throw his 'skin' into the flames below after revealing the monstrosity that is his real face. A literal red skull.... "You don't have one of those, do you?" James murmurs. The factory would be filled with eerie silence if it weren't for the numerous explosions and gunshots from various locations. "You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind. Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!" After Schmidt finishes his melodramatic monologue both him and Zola quickly retreat to the elevator behind them, making their escape. "Then how come you're running?" Steve yells.
"Come on let's go." I say, pulling Bucky by the forearm up the stairs, Steve following behind. We come to a metal beam stretching between two platforms. "We'll go one at a time." I quickly run across the beam, jumping over the railing at the other side. "Come on James." I yell. Bucky hesitantly steps onto the beam, feeling it creak and slip. "The faster you move the better." I say, holding my arm to help him once he gets close enough. The beam continues to slip and as soon as James steps off and into my arms it falls. "There's gotta be a rope or something!" Bucky shouts. I scan the surroundings but find nothing that could help Steve cross. "Just go! Get out of here!" Steve calls out. I shake my head and stand my ground as Bucky yells back, "No! Not without you!"
Steve bends one of the metal beams out of his way before taking a few steps back. The flames from below began to grow and reach us, obscuring our vision. For a few seconds I feel powerless but then I drop to my knees and stick my right arm directly into one of the flames. The pain is searing but the need to help Steve is greater. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Bucky frantically questions. "The law of the conservation of energy." is all I say before I focus all of my attention on the heat of the flames. I feel the particles bouncing between my fingers as a bright white light consumes my vision. The burning is replaced with the cold metal as my arm hits the floor with the rest of my body. I feel two arms lift me up before I stand and shake it off, clutching my arm. I may heal quickly but third degree burns still sting like a bitch, I think to myself.
We walk for days, mine and Steve's legs barely feeling the strain as we approach the barriers at the camp. "Look who it is!" A man yells, drawing everyone's attention to us and the many men following behind. Steve salutes Phillips before explaining that some of the men need medical attention. "So does little miss moron over here." Bucky grumbles. I stick my arm out of the makeshift bandages James insisted I wear, "I'm fine, see." James stares at my arm, the arm that looks completely normal and not at all as mangled as he expected. "I'd like to surrender myself for disciplinary action." Steve says, causing me to scoff at his goddamn righteousness. "That won't be necessary." Phillips states. Steve smiles gently, "Yes Sir."
"You're late." Peggy jabs. Steve holds up the destroyed transponder, "Couldn't call my ride.", he explains. "He kept that thing?" Bucky mutters to me. "Huh, looks like the idiot's even worse than I thought." I laugh. James furrows his brows, "Worse?" He asks. "Sorry, more in love than I thought." I elaborate causing James to break out into a toothy grin. "Hey!" He shouts, "Let's hear it for Captain America!" The crowd erupts in cheers and before Bucky can say my name I snake my hands around the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. "I missed you Sergeant." I mumble against his lips before he smiles and pulls me back in, a bruised hand secured around my waist.
