When Ryan Wilson woke up; he seemed to be in the back of a van. The bumps and shudders of the speeding concrete beneath him gave this away. The last thing that he remembered was a man in a motorcycle helmet opening fire into the hospital, and then stabbing him with an injection needle.
He gazed around the container, and looked at the other 'passengers'. There was a girl with amazing silver hair and tattoos of tribal flames up her arms. There was another girl with short red hair and a purple hoodie. There was a boy covered head-to-toe in bandages, and, lastly, there was another boy with cropped black hair and piercings all along his lower lip.
He definitely wasn't conscious yet.
5 hours later, Cisco Ramon woke with a jolt of adrenaline. His skin shifted along his musculature, and he clambered to his feet. This wasn't anything like the heat that he was used to. No lights blaring down on him constantly. No jeering crowds - eager to see the Amazing Freak. A circus freak. That's all that he was. That's all that he was told he would ever be.
And now he was in yet another glass cage. He groaned as his muscles shifted and slid along his bones, lengthening themselves until a stretched fist collided with the glass. An electric shock decoded itself straight up his skin, and jangled around his bones. Meat fizzled and cooked as Cisco jumped backwards.
He collapsed into the corner, tongue flicking over his metal piercings, licking his wounds.
Hal Strucker never knew how fun it was. How satisfying it was to embrace that dark little voice in your chest and laugh along with it. How amusing it was to have the human race at your feet, and being able to do what you willed with all of them. This is what his Father told him that he would feel one day - before his Father died at the hands of Ultron. He had inherited madness: sweet, sweet madness. He had inherited Hydra.
A man wearing a motorcycle helmet walked into the psychotic general's office, and bowed down. Hal turned and lifted his helmet off for him, revealing burnt and scarred features. It was a pity that his scientists weren't able to get all of the melted metal out of this poor sod's face - but at least it was eye candy.
Hal smiled.
'Thank you, Rumlow, you are relieved of duty.'
