Viktoriya has just got her friend back after 70 years without him, when Earth is threatened by an extraterrestrial enemy, can she help unite Earth's Mightiest Heroes?
Movie - The Avengers
WARNINGS: Violence, Fluff, Possible Smut, Possible Angst
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I rub my eyes as I slip on my suit for the millionth time in the last week. I've been in Siberia for a week on a personal mission. Ever since my talk with Steve about my time at HYDRA I've been curious as to whether HYDRA is still active. Siberia was the last place I remember having a high activity base. On my third day of surveillance I found what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, after three additional days of surveillance I found that it had no regular visits from agents or guards. Today was the day I actually entered the base and completed an intel collection. I strap one handgun and a knife to my body just in case and slip out of the motel and head towards the warehouse.
It's a tall grey building, inconspicuous and yet obvious to those who want to see it. I snap off the rusted lock rather than trying to pick it and pull the door open. It squeaks on it's hinges and I sneak inside, keeping my footfalls quiet. Switching on my flashlight I look for a light switch. On a wall on my right there's a panel, one I recognise to be the a light switch. Pulling the lever down 180 degrees, the lights flicker on, buzzing with disuse. An eerie yellow light shines over the warehouse, illuminating the remaining contents.
In the centre of the room is a chair, similar to the one I remember from my time at HYDRA. I was continually threatened with the conditioning that chair provided, the conditioning that created the asset. I run my left hand over the metal of the machine, dust. The soft particles a sign that the facility hasn't been used based upon the grey matter now covering my hand. I make my way further into the facility, finding an old file room. Pulling open the large door I'm met with a small desk. Confusion sparks in my mind at the lack of storage but curiosity gets the better of me. When I reach the desk I'm met with two files, 'Agent 1' and 'The Winter Soldier.' I flick open my file and scan over all the information they had on me. Luckily the trail ends in 1991 after I left but who's to say this is the most recent file on me. I reach for the file on the Winter Soldier but before I can flip it open a gruff voice disturbs me, "Curiosity killed the cat." He grunts in Russian. I smirk, "Satisfaction brought it back." I retort, Russian coming back to me once more.
I spin to face the intruder, gun in hand but it's caught by a metal arm. The Winter Soldier. He towers above me at six foot, dressed head to toe in black. Straps covering his chest, symbolic of how trapped he is, how HYDRA keeps him prisoner. His face is framed by long brown hair, not that I can see it. His face is covered with a black mask, cut off at his jawline and molding into a pair of red tinted goggled over his eyes. He crushes the gun and tilts his head at me, taunting me to make a move. I act as though I'm going to punch him but instead I land a sharp kick to his kneecap, forcing his leg to buckle. He recovers quickly however and slams into a metal storage unit, the crash echoing through the room. Anger consumes me and I grip the soldier's hair, forcing his head backwards.
We grapple some more, he lands multiple cuts on my body with his knife. Blood patches appear on my suit but fade as quickly as the wounds themselves. Before I know it the soldier is holding me against the wall, my feet dangling from the floor, by the throat. Air fails to flow through my lungs as he squeezes tighter and tighter. I raise my hand and touch it to his metal arm, sending as powerful a shock I can muster. He immediately drops me and begins to check for full movement. "Avast!" I yell, "Why are you doing this?" I ask. I see creases appear on his forehead, "Ya dolzhen." I replies. I swallow thickly, "No you don't have to. You can leave whenever you want, I did." I explain. He shakes his head, "Ne mogu. Ne pozvolyay mne." He answers. I stand, arms up in surrender, "They don't let you? Why do they need you so badly?" I ask. The soldier appears to be questioning his loyalty to HYDRA. He reaches up and removes his goggles. His eyes are striking, almost hauntingly familiar, yet the lack paint obscures my ability to place them. Then he speaks in perfect English before disappearing completely.
