Magnetic | Steve Rogers X Male OC!

twenty-nine

The Raft, Undisclosed Location- 2017 (Present)

Nine months, that's how long Victor was inside of the Raft, he didn't know precisely what time it was because that holding facility moved around for security purposes so they were constantly changing time zones, but based on when he was arrested, the agent knew nine months and a few days give or take had passed by. He stayed locked up during Christmas and New Year's according to the calendar he had set up in his mind.

During the first three months, he'd go to sleep waiting for someone to come and look for him, sinking that shithole and releasing him, but those two months turned into five and then into nine without any sign that someone was even looking for him. Nothing from Maria Hill, Fury, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, or even Steve. He hoped those people were looking for him, but at the same time, he wanted them to move on, not knowing what happened after Tony threw him in jail, if his siblings were found, if Steve and Bucky managed to escape if they were alive... that was a recurrent thought that kept the agent awake for a few hours every night. 

Initially, Victor's cell was a group holding unit located on the lower level, away from all operational controls. The power-dampening collar around Victor's neck was one of the only constant things the agent could have inside of that ratched place, the guards would be relocated weekly, and the inmates were also moved around, released, or killed inside of the Raft. 

Victor saw many faces he recognized inside the prison, a few old friends, many inmates he placed behind bars, and traitors from SHIELD/HYDRA, meal times, showers, exercising, and library access were strictly timed and planned never to let out more than thirty inmates at a time, the inmates' groups also changed every week so they were incapable of bonding. The agent was kept in that cell with another three inmates until an accident happened on his third month there. 

On the day of said accident, Victor was already waiting impatiently for the guard to come and open his door, he was hungry because whatever was served for breakfast wasn't food, but some weird mushed plant-based meal that almost made the agent barf. The female guard typed the authorization code on the number pad and the acrylic door slid open - Lunchtime - She said bored waiting for the inmates to leave the cell, the agent was the first one to leave and he walked to the mess hall ignoring the comments, complaints, and cries from other people. The agent got in line completely lost in his thoughts until he felt something hard crashing against his face, the male stumbled back and leaned against the counter focusing on what was happening.

A big guy with a HYDRA emblem tattooed on his neck was standing over the agent with a broom in his hands, Victor touched the side of his face and felt blood leaking from a large horizontal wound - You are going to pay now - The male screamed and tried to punch Victor on the face, the agent evaded him and twisted the male's arm in an unnatural position until two loud cracks echoed, all of the other inmates were already laying on the floor with their hands behind their head - Now look what you've done, we're gonna get fucked you bitch - Victor spoke stepping over the fracture as the guards by the door ran towards them - Lay down inmate! - The woman screamed and Victor did as he was told, a guard helped the male that attacked Victor up as the other two immobilized the agent. 

Victor saw the male grabbing the guard's gun and screamed to alert them, but when they turned to look at the other inmate he had already killed the three guards with perfect holes through their heads. Victor panicked when the gun was placed right in the middle of his face, desperately the agent tried to do something with his powers, but the collar made him especially weak and the weapon was plastic. Suddenly, the smile on the male's face got a bit scarier and his body started to shiver until he fell to his knees, every pore on the guy's body started to bleed a black substance that gathered on a small but perfect sphere in front of Victor... iron.