The soldier's who'd somehow escaped had returned with fearful news of the torture. Their stories weren't pretty and there was nothing to glorify. They'd been treated like less than the dirt beneath their feet. It truly made the other soldiers feel disgusted to the core. Nazis were dispicable.
The new name that popped up, however, became popular for its stories. Very few had seen it but described it as a fantasy experience.
"There- there was lightning! It zapped from his fingers! The gun went flying and even I had to double take! I thought he was some sort of superhero. Lightning man or something. But maybe not man, he sounded like a kid.... I think they called him Klaus." The soldier was recollecting his memories vividly, eyes wide as he waved his cast around. "I jumped over and bike my arm but boy was I grateful. They all stopped chasing us after they found the kid."
"What was a kid doing there anyways?" Steve said, frowning.
"Probably another captive. Or maybe one of the big guys kids? I dunno." The soldier replied. Steve looked over to his friend who had just entered the room.
"Hey, Stevie, duty calls."he said, tilting his head to the door.
"I'm telling you, that Klaus kid has superpowers or something. I doubt they'd kill him. He'd be useful to any army." The soldier spoke as the two headed out.
"What's that about?" James bunchanan Barnes, Steve Roger's best friend asked.
"Apparently there was a kid in the vicinity when they escaped and he had superpowers." The man chuckled.
"A superhero? And a kid at that? Are you sure he didn't hit his head?"
"Hey, be nice buck. They were probably too terrified to register what happened." Steve chided. The brown haired male smirked.
"Sure, whatever you say Stevie."
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The man before him growled lowly. Kasey didn't say a word. He was too scared. His hands were clasped together, grinding his thumbs against eachother as he stared at the floor.
"Of course not... if you did, you wouldn't have done it. Over thirty two prisoners escaped because of you."
"But keeping them like that is wrong." He protested but was silenced by a stinging pain on his cheek.
"This is war, Klaus. Sich bekreigen ( the war). You can't play nice and please everyone. It's a kill or be killed situation." The man yelled. It was different. He was different. He used to be warm but now he felt like a raging fire, too dangerous to get close to.
Where was the man who had comforted him when he'd gotten sick in the car? Where did he go?
"You're a good person. You can be. God will accept anyone willing to refor-" he felt it again, this time his teeth caught his inner cheek. A tail of blood began to line his lips and trickle down his chin.
"God is nothing! Once I get this power, I will be just as strong as a god! If you want to please a god so bad, please me. Benimm dich (Behave yourself)."
Kasey kept quiet. Reasoning wouldn't get anywhere. He wanted to cry and scream about how unfair he was being but he realised now. This wasn't the man he trusted. This wasn't the man who'd cared for him for so long. His heart ached and the pain in his throat grew. They were all spies. He could trust nobody here.
"I'm sorry." He managed through the pain, eyes stinging with hate for this unjustified punishment. "Es tut mir Leid (I'm sorry), verzeih mir bitte (please forgive me). I-I was wrong."
He took short gasps of breath, gritting his teeth, willing himself not to cry.
"Gute junge. (Good boy)" The man cooed softly. "You understand now down you? It's for your own good. I'm trying to protect you, but I can't if you behave like that. Oh, don't cry, angsthase(fear bunny/ coward). I forgive you."
He didn't know what it was but he couldn't stop himself. It was the very same words he'd wanted but they didn't do what he wanted them to do. They'd lost their magic. The tears were falling and they wouldn't stop.
"Don't say that!" He choked, face reddening with embarrassment- no, shame. He was ashamed of himself for being fooled by this man again. He admired him, looked up to him, and truly felt he could trust him. But he knew he couldn't. He knew it was wrong, everything was wrong. He shouldn't be here but he was. He shouldn't love such a person but he did. This man in front of him, a father figure, a brother figure, he trusted more than himself, would betray him like everyone else in this stale place and all he could do was be led by the nose.
The man sighed, brushing the pale blonde locks away to stare right into his crying face. He hated that he wanted to be held and comforted like a baby, he hated how pitiful he was in front of this man. He hated himself too.
Why couldn't he just control his ability like he was supposed to? Why couldn't he save people like he was supposed to? Why couldn't he do something right for once like he wanted to? Or did he want to? Did he really want to save them? Did I really want to be a weapon for them? Was doing it right the right thing to do?
"I want to be useful." He breathed shakily after his tears dried. His gaze was strong and unwavering despite his voice. ' I want to be like dad. I have to be like dad'.
The man lit up at the sentence. "Useful, hm? I can make you very useful. But right now you're too small, so you can't be useful yet. Get bigger first."
"No, I need to! I don't want to live like- like a battery that keeps running. I want to be more than that. Please let me be more than that." He urged, the desperacy creeping into his voice.
"Well... There is one way."
The boy's eyes widened in eagerness. He forced himself to remain calm.
"What is it?" He asked firmly.
"You still need to grow a bit more, but with a bit of training and obedience, I can make you into a perfect soldier. I can put you in the super soldier project and make a man out of you. You'll be unbelievably useful then."
"A super soldier? Like a super hero?"
"Exactly." A small sinister smile escaped his serious facade. "A super hero."
