Misery and Destruction

IX

HYDRA Base, Siberia- 1955

After hearing the familiar lock click on the cell door, the Soldier immediately turned to the two experiments. He did nothing but glare at them. Neither of the two hesitated before returning the same glare. Being taken aback by the ferocious stare, the Winter Soldier broke it off.

"We understand that you have questions." Nishcheta stated breaking her stare and taking a seat on her bed. She looked towards her partner before looking back at the Soldier who gave a curious stare. He rarely ever heard someone speaking English, especially with such a pure accent. "I'm willing to share my story with you but I refuse to say Razrusheniye's."

The Soldier looked towards Razrusheniye. He noticed him looking to the ground in slight fear as if he was going through a flashback. He knew this all too well. His eyes went back to the girl before giving a simple nod.

Taking a deep breath, Nishcheta began to tell her story. "I remember everything. I remember the day we were made from artificial zygotes. I remember the day we were taken out the incubators. I remember the day we could all talk, read and think for ourselves. We had the brain of a 20 year old despite only being a few hours old. Zola wanted an army. He made 30 of us. We were all educated to the same standard as a University student. We also trained to become assassins, we had to be better then the SSR spies who were all 10 times the size of us. But no matter how hard we learnt and trained, we could never be perfect. They inserted endless amounts of serums into us. They treated us as rats. They didn't care who survived and who died. All they needed was the perfect soldier. Fast forward 5 years later with a year of being frozen, there was only two of us who survived all the serums and the vibranium that coats our bones. We both became invincible, immortal, emotionless, deadly. But two was no longer enough, Zola wanted more. Unfortunately for him, Meyer burned all the recipes that made us who we are today." Nishcheta finished. She showed no ounce of emotion.

The Soldier sat down on his bed with the same emotionless face he was always forced to carry. He quickly glanced towards the other assassin who had his head in his hands. Nishcheta also noticed this so went to comfort him. The Soldier quickly realised that there is more to his story.

"I don't know my whole story." Both of the young assassins looked towards the Soldier when he broke the silence. "I remember feeling cold and in pain. I remember waking up to orders. I remember all their screams. I remember training. I remember the torture. I remember never feeling free or in control." At this point the Soldier was staring at the bedside table where his sign language book laid. "I don't remember being young like you are. I've only ever known the control of HYDRA." He finished.

Glancing towards the other entities in the room, he saw the look of sympathy wash through the girl's eyes. The boy had red eyes, a sign of crying.

All three of them sat in a comfortable silence. This was the most that any of them had ever shown any emotions.

"I guess none of us are that different," Nishcheta stated, "We are all fucked up one way or another."

The other two nodded in agreement.

'Мы все должны заботиться друг о друге.' ('We should all look out for each other.') Razrusheniye signed in Russian so the Soldier could understand him. 'Никто другой не будет.' ('No one else will.')

"He is right, I would have gone even more insane than I already am if Razrusheniye hadn't kept me grounded. I feel more like a child instead of an experiment because of him." Nishcheta gave a smile to the other child in the room.

The Soldier continued to study the interaction between the two. Seeing them so vulnerable after watching them fight to near death gave him a sense of protectiveness over the two.