Datura - Bucky Barnes

Metempsychosis

Metempsychosis ~ the supposed transmigration of death of the soul of the human being into the new body of the ska world different species

Flashback, unknown day in 1958, Thea has been with HYDRA for 10 years, pre cryofreeze

The HYDRA guard pushed me into the dim-litted lab.

"How was your training?" Dr Zola asks me.

I ignore him, staring at the wall in front of me.

Dr Zola sighs, "Ten years and you still don't cooperate. No matter. We now have the technology to force you. Setze sie auf den Stuhl."

I put the training they've been giving me to use and translated it to "put her in the chair".

Two HYDRA guards approached me and grabbed me by the arms, dragging me to a chair with a strange black metal caplike object on the top. It had metal cuffs on the arms and legs.

"You get to be our first subject. You see, this machine will wipe all of your memories. You will be nothing more than what we have trained you to be in the last 10 years. Same skill set, no memories," Dr Zola pulls out a syringe and fills it with a dark colored liquid, "This won't exactly help with the pain. But it will help not kill you. Oh and also, it's a very painful process."

I writhe in the chair, trying to get out, "No! Don't touch me!"

Dr Zola inserts the liquid into my blood stream, the needle breaking through my skin.

A tingly sensation fills me for a moment and I go limp. Someone straps me to the chair and I hear Dr Zola's voice, "Versuch eins."

(Trial one.)

I hear something whir and pain fills my body.

I try to scream but I couldn't move.

Everything felt as if it was burning and freezing at the same time.

It was horrible.

I wanted to die.

Along with the pain, memories would come at bay, but it was strange.

I would remember something, then it would disappear.

I tried to reach back, to grab the memory, to bring it back but I couldn't.

I remembered all my friends, my school teachers, the owner of the restaurant on the corner, the newspaper boy.

I remembered my first time riding a bike, trying ice cream, reading a book, watching a movie, playing chess, listening to music.

I remembered Mom, I remembered her death.

I remembered the boy from ten years ago, the one that had left me here, Bucky. I wonder if he's okay now. I hope he is.

I remembered Stevie, and how great a brother he is. How he would always protect me, take care of me, joke with me.

I started to feel droopy as if I was going to pass out.

I knew that when I woke up, I wouldn't be me anymore.

I knew I would be a different person.

I knew I wouldn't remember anything.

So I filled my mind with one thought and I close my eyes, "I love you so so much Stevie."

60 minutes later, after the brainwash

I wake up in a room filled with medical equipment and people.

I didn't understand anything.

I didn't know anything.

I hear a voice mutter, "Brainwashing complete success."

The owner of the voice, a short, stout man, walks to me. He undoes my cuffs and I immediately attack him. I push him to the floor and wrap my arms around his neck, "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?"

Immediately multiple guns are drawn, all pointed at me. That's the last thing I see before I feel something stabbed into me, and I become droopy.

One hour later

I wake up in a cell. I desperately try to think, about anything.

Who was I?

Who was that man?

Where am I?

Why can't I remember anything?

Every time I tried harder to remember, the more a searing pain came back in my head until I eventually gave up, leaning against the wall.

A few minutes later, the short man from earlier and a few people in army-like clothes walk in. They were all wearing the same symbol, a red octopus.

I immediately run up to the metal bars, trying to grab the man, but he steps backwards. I grip the bars, pressing my body against it, "Where am I? What's happening to me?"

He starts speaking, "Grobartig."

Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew it was German and translated it to "Magnificent".

Maybe this is why they weren't able to understand me.

I was speaking English.

But how did I know German? Or English? Was I German or American? Or neither?

I take a deep breath and surprise myself by speaking in fluent German, "Warum bin ich hier? Was hast du mir angetan? Wer bist du? Wer bin ich?"

(Why am I in here? What did you do to me? Who are you? Who am I?)

He replies in English, coated with a thick accent, "You are here because you are dangerous. We are HYDRA. I am Dr Zola. You are Datura. You are our assassin and you will do missions for us when needed. Until then, you will be kept in cryofreeze."

I say nothing. He answered my questions ands that's all I needed. My name is Datura. I am an assassin for HYDRA.

"Now. Repeat after me. Hail HYDRA."

I stare at the doctor, my face emotionless, "Hail HYDRA."

A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry I haven't posted in a long time. I haven't been able to think about what to write and I've been really busy with school and life in general. Fun fact: My aunt got COVID last month. :)

But I will try my best to post more and continue the story. Also, the Romanian mafia isn't the main bad guy. Don't forget that Bucky and Thea are on a mission while Tony tries to figure out how to get rid of Thea's powers. This is mainly character development between Bucky and Thea and just some action. The real villain of the story is HYDRA and more specifically, Brock Rumlow.

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