Epoch (Bucky Barnes x Y/N)

Cyro (1)

WARNINGS
Torture/abuse
All I heard was my steady breathing and my own thoughts. My brain was fuzzy and my skin was numb. I could feel something happening, something different. I began to hear voices as my mind was finally waking up after its 17 year slumber. I couldn't open my eyes or mouth, or even move my finger tips. All of a sudden the latch was opened and I came tumbling out of the chamber into different pairs of hands. I could hear chatters in German and Russian. Code words and names being said over and over again as I was moved onto what felt like a cold table. It was cold out here, I could actually feel myself shiver and my teeth chattering now, even after being in sub zero temperatures. I tried blinking several times to the blinding lights above me. My nose was stuffy and my throat was dry. A doctor began poking at me, checking my pupils to see if I'd react. I began to look around, I was still in Hydra. Guards placed everywhere and doctors scrambling around me. Its way more heavily guarded then it was when I went under. I noticed only a few familiar faces, the rest were new to me. A newer face walked over with a clipboard in hand. "What is your name." My voice came out croaky and dry. "Epoch" The man smirked, "Get her a cell and IV, triple dose of the serum. I need her ready in 48 hours." The doctors seemed to of picked up their pace. I began to sit up on the bench, stretching my limbs as I looked around. "Why am I here." He looked up, motioning for me to follow as he began walking. I moved off the table, trying hard to balance on what felt like a new pair of legs. I went to begin walking as I stumbled multiple times. I followed the man while 4 guards followed me, practically surrounding me.

We came upon a cell as the guards quite literally tossed me inside. The man with the clipboard signaled for them to wait outside the room. He passed me the clipboard, "We have a target and you are our best assassin right now. Shoot to kill if necessary, otherwise bring him home." He gave a slight solute as I mumbled. "Hail Hydra..."

I heard pairs of footsteps leave the area, but I new two of the guards were still there at my door. What the hell happened if I have to be guarded while I'm already in a cell... Instead I decided to read up on the clipboard. The first picture I saw confused me, it was a man with short mid length brunette hair and a hat that covered most his face. His cheek bones were sharp and defined. He seems so... familiar. I picked through the pieces of paper until I saw one that his face wasn't covered. My stomach dropped. "Hurensohn" (son of a bitch) I muttered in German to myself as I flipped through the rest of the file.

James Buchanan Barnes/The Winter Soldier
Relations; Steve Rogers/Captain America, Natasha Romanoff/Red Room assassin, The Avengers
Last Seen; Abandoned Hydra base, NYC
Recently Seen; New York City, Somewhere off the grid in Africa, Sokovia
Reasons for capture; Classified

The anger and questions were already bubbling in my head. He escaped. He ran. What a coward... But why...
There has to be a reason. Winter wouldn't leave, he had a well built path with Hydra. In fact he was Hydra's best. And now I fill that position. I threw the file across the cell, balling my fists in anger. He wants to leave me to fend for myself, fine. I punched the wall. He wants to go be an o so great Avenger, Fine. I punched the wall again. He wants to face me in something more then training. FINE. I punched the wall one last time. I felt the slight blood trickle from my knuckles. I felt even more angry now, except angry with myself that I let my emotions get the best of me. I flopped down onto the bed, even though it felt like laying on ply wood. So instead I rolled onto the concrete ground. It was humid and muggy down in the underground cells, laying on the concrete was the only thing that could make it comfortable. I closed my eyes taking deep breaths to calm my nerves as I slowly drifted away.

I felt hard contact on my ribs as I doubled over in pain. "UP!" I heard the guard yell. I rolled up onto my knees and held my lower stomach before standing up. He grabbed onto the collar of my suit and began dragging me. No. I clung onto the door way as I realized what was about to happen. The two guards who had been at my cell door grabbed onto both my arms and tugged on me, making my grasp break free. I started screaming. No.I'm not going back onto that chair. I held my hand out, trying to use my abilities to grab any weapon from one of the guards. But nothing would budge. One of them snickered at me. "Nice try sweetheart, but Strucker made sure you couldn't use your powers on us." I gagged at the pet name as I slowly let myself go. There was no use. The guard in front opened a large and heavily armored door, leading us into the examination room. They forced me down onto the metal chair as the restraints automatically clasped onto my hands and ankles. I thrashed, the restraints were reinforced, making sure I couldn't move my hands at all. I'm powerless. I let my head lay limp as my lip started to quiver. Damn it why am I so emotional. The tears were beginning to build up in my eyes, making my vision blurry. I heard a pair of new footsteps approaching. It wasn't anyone I had met yet, but I still didn't lift my head. I heard the clattering of tools before my jaw was yanked forward. I quickly tried to change my expression, trying to seem as stubborn as possible. The doctor only smirked and laughed. "I like this one... she's relentless, I can tell by the spark in your eyes." He sighed. "But I can also tell how much you want to use your abilities against me." He let go of my face. "And we just cant allow that." He gave such an innocent smile for being such an evil man. With just the wave of his hand doctors began rushing around me, hooking me up to the machinery. I gritted my teeth, wishing I could use my powers to blow this place sky high, instead a blood-curdling scream came out. I could feel the energy pulsing through my body, but in a bad and painful way. Every piece of my body felt like a thousand knives entering and exiting my body all at once. I screamed in agony, begging for anyone to find or kill me.

This went on for the next few days. Wake up. Train. Torture. Eat. Repeat.
That was until the man who gave me the file after I woke up from cyro came into my cell again. It was nice to see a somewhat familiar face. It gives stability in a place like this. "I'm not sure we've been properly introduced." He began. I cleared my throat and shook my head. "And I don't plan to. So for future reference, I am Brock Rumlow." He gave me an additional file. "Here's info on how to finish the job" I read through the different files of the people involved in my mission... and the skills I had to learn. "Slow dancing?!" I queered, looking up at Rumlow. "You're going undercover, you're going to be crashing the infamous Tony Stark's party. The target will be there." I slowly nodded. "And how am I supposed to learn this?" I raised an eyebrow. "On the way there, you leave now." He snapped