The Soldier's Luna: Ascension

Prologue

Deep within the Montana mountains, close to the Rocky Mountains, an old Hydra base was camouflaged with the natural aspect of the mountains. Secured roads were carved into the mountains so no one could follow the members of the terrorist group. Secret backways were also created for Hydra officials or agents who could travel through Canada for importing and exporting purposes without having to deal with border security.

The well-constructed base itself was actually within a mountain that had mechanisms that blocked out any kind of detection devices during the Cold War. It was only used a few times but eventually, it was abandoned just like many of the Hydra bases—especially after the S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra files were leaked by Black Widow. 

However, this base was very much in use. The jeeps and artillery cargo trucks were painted to blend in with the scenery so no one could detect them with the naked eye. A perimeter was created in case any tourists or hikers got lost in the mountains. No one was to come in contact with the base unless it was authorized by one man only.

Brock Rumlow.

With his face now fully healed from the damage of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building collapsing on him, he was able to blend in with society once again and figure out how he could get his revenge. He might have worked for Captain America and was impressed by his skill set for a time but Rumlow wasn't a man who enjoyed being on the good side. In his earlier life, he grew up with a rough life, learning how to fend for himself to stay alive. Maybe if he lived in a stable home, he would've had a more noble life. Perhaps, he wouldn't have been kicked out of the military or he would have a nine-to-five job with a wife and rugrats to call his own. However, the pain and trauma he endured at a young age plagued him—and he accepted that. With all the aggression and hunger for violence, he wouldn't have lasted living a white picket fence life. No, he preferred the life he had now—the action, the power he felt when life could be shifted at his whim, he was one of the few who saw the truth of how broken the world was. Rumlow wasn't afraid to break the world to the point that not even his enemies could repair it.

And Rumlow knew how he could destroy the Avengers' world.

He walked towards the entrance at the base, nodding his head at his team of mercenaries guarding the entrance. Henson, one of Rumlow's team members, approached Rumlow as soon as he walked inside the base.

"Status?"

"Insufferable but still secured," Henson replied.

"Does the boss know about the confined?" Rumlow questioned Henson.

"The boss is the one who demanded the confined remains

Rumlow's jaw clenched, "For how long?"

"Boss didn't say." Henson glanced over his shoulder before he continued, "I don't think the confined should be sticking around for too long. You know what's going to happen if they figure out where we're hunkered down."

Henson was a good mercenary but Rumlow wasn't fond of how scared Henson was. Rumlow had a feeling Henson would be someone who would bend the moment he was pressed against the wall but he held off. He needed a good amount of men and Henson was one of them."The boss is paying us well enough for us to continue this little game. If the boss wants the confined locked up, then so be it."

Henson went back to his post after Rumlow's response. At that moment, Jack Rollins approached Rumlow. Rollins was a former member of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team and a member of Hydra as well. Just like Rumlow, Rollins had a dark mysterious history. Rollins wasn't much of a talker but rather a take action. Which of course was something Rumlow didn't mind at all. Rumlow didn't know how Rollins became affiliated with Hydra and never bothered to ask. Both of them weren't willing to talk about their past but focused on the tasks at hand.

Rumlow and Rollins were with Hydra around the same time but didn't meet until they had to play double agents in the S.T.R.I.K.E. team. Just like Rumlow, Rollins was assigned on a few missions with Captain America—sometimes with Rumlow other times without. When Rumlow discovered Rollins was alive and escaped after the Triskelion incident in Washington D.C.. He managed to find a way to make contact with Rollins so he could join Rumlow's team. Because of their previous working history, Rumlow knew the skillsets Rollins brought to the table. Of course, it wasn't hard to convince Rollins to join forces with Rumlow. Rollins was happy to do it for the money but even happier if it meant hurting Captain America.

"How's the little guest doing?" Rumlow asked his second in command.

"Got a mouth but it's pretty fun shutting up the guest."

"Don't tell me I missed out on all the fun."

Rollins snickered with a twisted cold grin on his face. "No, there's some fight in our little guest. Did the boss give you any new orders?"

"Just not to kill our guest," Rumlow replied. "You worn out from keeping our guest company or are you willing to entertain a little while longer?"

Rollins shrugged, "Guess we shouldn't be rude."

Rumlow opened the metal door, smirking at the guest. The sight of their guest secured in unbreakable chains wrapped around their body as they sat down on the chair that was screwed to the cement floor. Rumlow's hands stretched out slightly, preparing himself for the fun that was about to begin. The guest's head straightened slowly when they realized Rumlow and Rollins were in the room. The air with disgust the two men and the guest shared for one another.

"Ready for the games to begin?" Rumlow smirked at the guest. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you."

"You're going to regret this," the guest grumbled which only made Rumlow's grin widen as Rollins sneered at the guest.

"Oh, I can guarantee, we're both going to enjoy this and have no regrets."

"Then, why waste time? Take your best shot, you pussies."