5 Months Ago.
Tahiti. It was a magical place. Brock Rumlow lay on his front, as a woman dressed in a blue dress with red flowers on it massaged his scalp. Lovely strawberry shampoo rubbed itself into his jet black hair.
'Who ordered this?' Cheerfully asked a man wearing a similar blue suit, holding cocktails and peanuts.
'I don't know. We're just doing what we were told.' Replied the massaging woman with a whimsical smile.
'Oh please, just let me die.' Moaned Brock, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Now.
'Do you think that we did the right thing with Brock. Sir?' Mumbled an anxious Hydra agent to Hal Strucker.
'Do you care?' Replied Strucker coldly.
The agent knew what to say to this. Any other answer would probably get him sent to Tahiti.
'No, Sir.' The agent retorted robotically.
Brock sat on his bed, head in his hands. His broken skin crinkling under the touch of his fingers. The tears stung his burnt flesh. He was locked in a small, dark room on his own. None of his own thoughts were able to get into his brain. Only commands. A device had been implanted behind his eye; which fed him orders, and shocked him when he thought for himself.
They had done something to him. Something big. Something bad.
She stared through the single window of the room, gazing at Brock Rumlow from the outside. Wind ruffled her purple hair, and her hands flexed on the quarterstaff strapped to her back. She saw her breath condense in the air in front of her - most of it CO2 - some of it not. Her poisonous gaze had sighted a Hydra agent. Brock Rumlow was going to feel the kiss of Cyanide.
Brock jumped to his feet when the woman smashed through his window, and he frantically hit his own head - trying to get Strucker's attention. That plan failed. Cyanide twirled two blades, and purple energy crackled around the metal.
Rumlow put his hands out in defence to no avail. Hydra had neglected to arm the super-assassin. Crossbones was defenceless. Cyanide ran up onto one of the walls in the room, and landed her feet onto Rumlow's chest. She grimaced and plunged her two knifes into Brock's shocked face. Blood sprayed into her eyes, and she pushed off Rumlow's chest. His corpse fell onto the bed, and Cyanide landed back onto the tattily-carpeted floor.
