The Super-soldier serum. A break through for it's time. A serum that could turn any man or woman into a master fighter over night. It revolutionised the world.
Steve Rogers was the first to receive it. He was worshiped. Like a God, by people, and f...
It's been 2 years since Hydra. Two years since the program. Two years of freedom, but a life time of nightmares. A life time of masks and hiding. A life of pain, people running, afraid of what I could do. The big scary Hydra agent. I've gotten used to it. My Hydra training actually came in useful. It taught me to blend in, stay hidden. It's better that way.
I've been hiding out in an apartment in Budapest I bought from a private contractor for two years. It's been good. But, it's just me. It can get lonely sometimes, but that doesn't matter. I'm free. Free from the shackles of hydra and my mind. I don't hurt people against my will and have to watch. All the blood, innocent lives on my hands. I know it's not my fault, but others don't. Even though I was not in control of my own mind, I am still blamed, punished, for Hydra's thirst for power.
I've been hunted for as long as I have broken free, either by Hydra or the governments of the world. I have never hurt anyone before, not by my own free will. Ever since I got out, I haven't so much as stolen an apple. But they don't care about that. Everyone either sees me as a threat, or a weapon, a pawn to be used for their climb to power. That's the way Hydra saw me. A disposable soldier. A figure.
My memories have come back. Some at least, but none from before the program. I remember my name, Alexander Kuznetsov, Xander for short. I also remember someone. A blonde girl, from my time in the winter soldier program. We were friends.
One day, I was told I was going to be transferred. Before I went, she gave me a necklace, saying that we'll always be able to find each other. Her voice still echoes in my head every day.
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I think the worst part of all was my time in the Winter Soldier program. The screams of people being tortured ring through my head, louder then the voice of the blonde girl. The pain of the serum. Being punished if I do something wrong. I still have the scars to remind me of those days. Something that I will be burdened with for the rest of my life. The one time sticking out to me the most. I was water boarded, starved, taunted, whipped, shot at for I don't know how long. It could have been days, weeks, even months. They water boarded me 'til I passed out, they either shot me or whipped me back to conciseness. That pain, that suffering, is why I hide. Because I know if I go back under their control, I could do that to someone else. I would not wish that upon my worst enemy.
I'm now walking back up the stairs to my apartment after going out to get some groceries. It was just a few necessities, toothpaste, toothbrush, that kind of stuff. I just entered my building and I get a weird feeling, that's never good. I start my assent up the spiral stair case to my level. Once I'm sure no once can see me, I pull one of my pistols from my waistband, readying myself for any surprises. I also reach into my bag and pull out my mask, putting it on my face I carry it everywhere with me. Apparently, people use them for style nowadays so it doesn't look suspicious.
As I nearer my apartment, I hear two voices inside. I slowly creep up and open the door quietly to not alert the two that I am here. As I am walking through the apartment, I take a look around and see my apartment is in a mess, as if people had been fighting in here. I walk slowly as I nearer the source of the voices. I pick up my pace as I turn the corner, pistol up and aiming at the two women in my kitchen. They both turn to look at me. There was a red head and a blonde. I look between them but do a double take on the blonde. It all starts to come back.
