The Unlucky Lucky Ones

01|| Number 15

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Is all I hear while punching the punching bag.

It's like a practiced rhythm, played constantly and everyday.

Tiring but still practiced whether we like it or not.

"15, Pierce would like to have a word with you." says number 22.

Here we have numbers.

No names or letters. Because that would mean you have meaning.

Unless you are a successful experiment, that is when you earn a name. But don't let that think you have meaning.

No, it means you are more of a risk and are feared by most, if not all, agents.

While here you'll learn 2 main things-

Numbers are just, well numbers. Nothing too special about them.

And there's no such thing as choice. They want cooperation, and if you don't cooperate they'll find a way to make you to.

I respond to number 22 with a nod of acknowledgement and start walking down the dark, wet, and dirty hallway.

It wasn't long before 4 high level agents start walking in front and behind of me to make sure I don't try to escape,

Again.

Last time I tried to escape I ended up with a dislocated shoulder, bloody nose, and huge scar that goes from the inner left brow, across my left eye, to just slightly above my jawline.

Soon enough we make it the fanciest and most durable door in the whole base.

Pierce is the big guy behind all of this, I've come to never be failed in how much of an ass he is.

"Good evening number 15. Please come and have a seat right in front of my desk... We have lots to discuss." Pierce says with a sense of eerie calmness.

Without saying anything I comply and sit straight up in the chair and just look at him in the eye waiting for him to speak again.

"Agents, would you please give us some privacy?"

The agents just nod and walk out silently heading to the outside of the now closed door.

I raise my brow and ready to hear the run down, we only get put in here for mission details.

"Well as you have been informed previously, we have been wrestling with the Avengers at the moment. And need to be able to receive our shipment of weapons. Therefore I need you, 27, and our best project yet-The Winter Soldier- to get the shipment without the Avengers and state noticing. We don't need the government on our backs, not when we aren't fully developed into SHIELD yet. You will leave tomorrow at 9 p.m. sharp and will take our jet. Don't fail this mission or you'll have worse than what happened a few weeks ago. You understand?"

"Hail Hydra." I respond coldly.

Every time someone asks 'do you understand?' it's not their real intention. It's just to make sure they can spot any fake agents here. Once again cooperation is what they're looking for.

I've learned the hard way.

.........

I'm sitting in my cell with my eyes closed while trying to get any sleep I can.

I start hearing footsteps that sound like they are headed towards my cell. So quickly I sit up and start staring at the wall in front of me. The footsteps come closer and eventually stop right in front of my cell.

Turning to my left I look through the metal barred door and see a guard there.

"Get up." They say with their voice stern and gruff.

Not arguing I stand up and wait for the guard to open the door.

He begins to lead me down a hallway I go down a lot more often than I would like to.

On the way there I pass another dark cell.

But this one was different. It seems darker than others.

Not exactly in lighting but in the mood.

Like 'stay away I won't hesitate to kill you if you look at me the wrong way'.

I scan the cell ignoring the 'warning' of darkness and notice something at what seems to be shiny.

Metal even.

I look up and meet with stone cold blue eyes.

The Winter Soldier.

I've heard whispers about how ruthless he is when killing, I've never seen it in full action since he usually just snipes people in the way.

I'm guided further down the hallway and we stop in front of the Experiment room.

I'm not scared of many things thanks to this hell hole, but the room right in front of me is making it to the top of the list.

I silently step and scan the room to see if I can find any other unlucky souls today.

Looks like it's just me today. Yay!
(Note the sarcasm)

Scientist 42 walks up to me with a look of excitement in his eyes.

I wish I could watch the life drain from his eyes from the shit he's done.

Another day, another experiment.

.....

*flashback of earlier conversation*

"Oh also number 15, we have something special planned for you, you will be the new test Project." He says with such pride you can hear the evil grin in his voice.

More?

Keeping my poker face and dismissing my thoughts I give him a curt nod and walk silently out trying to keep a straight face.

One day I'Il use these treatments you call blessings to kill you.