Since the Beginning // The Winter Solider //

Chapter 3

Authors note: Hey everyone! I'm back with another chapter! Idea's are flowing out of my brain so there will be updates *almost* everyday :)) 

You'll be meeting a new character this chapter, Igor is just an OC of mine that I created. 

Apologies for any grammar mistakes! 

As always, enjoy! 

WARNING: Mature language and violence/blood 

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1987 - underground HYDRA based in Moscow, Russia. Flashback

The room was dark and cold, the only light source was a flickering lightbulb that hung from the ceiling. The walls were made of dark grey coloured bricks that had dents and cracks in them. The state of the wall indicated that a hard object was repeatedly smashed into multiple sections of the dull walls.

In the middle of the room had a single metal chair occupied by a very, very bloody faced man who was persistent to not talk.

"Now this is simple, I'm going to ask you one more time." a man with a thick Russian accent spoke, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt up. The man didn't want his tunic to get dirty with blood. On the left breast pocket, his name was written as 'Igor'.

"Where the fuck-" Igor punched the bloodied mans face "are our-" another blow, "fucking weapons!" another blow, this time Igor landed a punch to the man's jaw, earning the Russian man a reward of loud groans from his victim. The man who's endured torture and interrogation for the past two hours was not going to give up the information. Even after having all ten of his fingers broken and his toes dislocated by surgical tools. On the shoulder of the victims torn jacket had a patch with the name "S.H.I.E.L.D '' sewn on it.

The man, whom Igor had been beating the living shit out of, turned out to be an agent of the organization named S.H.I.E.L.D. This information only took an hour and half for Igor to find out.

"Dirty fucking s-scum of the world, you HYDRA pawns." The agent snarled at Igor, his teeth covered in dirt and blood.

S.H.I.E.L.D thought they took down HYDRA back in World War Two but the evil organization lived on. Cut off one head, two more grows in its place.

"What did you just say?" Igor was pissed now. He walked over to his tunic and grabbed a white cloth out. The fabric soaked up the red liquid as Igor wiped his bloodied knuckles. He was not pleased that his methods did not work on this agent. Igor eyed at the corner of the wall, where a figure stood still in the dark, awaiting ordered.

"You heard me," the agent heaved, "You HYDRA pawns have been brainwashed to think y-you're serving justice and d-doing the world a favour. You're all f-fucked in the head, all of you, fucking psychos." The victim of Igor's interrogation coughed up blood that landed on the concrete floor with a splat.

Igor threw his head back and laughed, his voice booming in the tiny room. His laughing fit lasted for about 30 seconds before he wiped away a fake tear. The Russian man walked up to the agent with a menacing smile and clutched the agents hands, hard. The agent screamed in pain as his broken fingers were forced together, but Igor did not stop there. The HYDRA agent stomped on the S.H.I.E.L.D agents dislocated toes and pivoted his foot left and right. Igor smiled as the agent screamed even louder, the agent desperately cried. The noise was music to Igor's ears.

With the last bit of energy the agent had, he looked up at the insane Russian and spat in his face. Igor shouted in disgust and stumbled back.

"You're going to regret doing that." Igor turned around and signalled for the figure in the corner of the room to step forward.