THE CHAIN, B. Barnes daughter

16. you're the girl

guys this is such a long 3000 word filler chapter. cus I finished writing all of CATWS and realized I only had 19 chapters, so I managed to make another to make it 20!!

Anyways I understand that BUCJY would probably fuck them hydra agents up for hurting seven, but why would he when that would just hurt Seven more?

I HATE VIKTOR BUT HES NOT AS BAD AS IRINA

TW: killing, and abuse

SEVEN SAT IN THE STARK, dimly lit room, her back straight, hands clenched in her lap. She knew what was coming; the stern summons by "the old man" was never a good sign. Her heart pounded in her chest, the anticipation of what awaited her filling her with a cold dread.

The door creaked open, and in walked the old man, his face etched with lines of age and authority. He was a relic of HYDRA's long and twisted history, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure. He sat across from Seven, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that made her want to shrink into herself.

"Seven," he began, his voice gravelly and devoid of any warmth, "you've proven yourself to be... an asset to our cause. However, recent events have shown us that you need to be refined, honed into a more precise instrument."

Seven held his gaze, swallowing hard. She knew he was referring to Irina, her previous handler. The memory of that fateful day still haunted her; the blood, the violence, and the terrifying realization of what she was capable of.

"You will start going on frequent missions," the old man continued, leaning back in his chair. "You will be trained to kill efficiently, without hesitation or remorse. This is the path you've chosen, and there is no turning back."

Seven nodded, her throat tight. She wanted to argue, to say that this wasn't the life she wanted, but the words wouldn't come. The old man had a way of making her feel small, insignificant, and utterly powerless.

"You'll have a new trainer," he said, his voice cutting through her thoughts. "Someone who will teach you everything you need to know. Irina's... incident will not be repeated."

A shiver ran down Seven's spine. She had no idea who her new trainer would be, but the cold efficiency in the old man's tone left no doubt that it would be someone ruthless.

"Follow me," he ordered, standing up and gesturing for her to follow. Seven stood, her legs trembling slightly as she walked behind him. They navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the HYDRA facility, each step echoing ominously off the metal walls.

Eventually, they arrived at a large, reinforced door. The old man pressed a code into the keypad, and the door slid open with a hiss. Inside was a spacious training room, equipped with all manner of weapons and training apparatus. And standing in the center of the room was a tall, muscular man with a scar running down the side of his face.

"This is Viktor," the old man said, gesturing to the man. "He will be your new trainer. He will teach you everything you need to know about becoming a true assassin."

Viktor stepped forward, his cold eyes appraising Seven. "Welcome, Seven," he said, his voice a deep rumble. "We have much work to do."

Over the next few weeks, Viktor put Seven through a grueling training regimen. He was relentless, pushing her to her physical and mental limits. Every day was a new test of endurance, skill, and resolve. Seven learned to fight with a variety of weapons, from knives to firearms, and even hand-to-hand combat. Viktor's methods were brutal, but effective. He drilled into her the importance of precision, of striking hard and fast, of never hesitating.