Winter's Father

Chapter 3

                        Hydra
   Pierce followed the guard that was dragging the boy to the doctor. The boy seemed to be out of oxygen. He kept gasping for air.

   The guard dragged the boy into the doctor's room. Pierce waited outside, watching through the window. Shortly after, Strucker came and stood beside Pierce.

   "I didn't think the Winter Soldier was that frightening." Strucker said, breaking the awkward silence. "It's not that. The kid has asthma. It was in his file." Pierce replied as he watched one of the doctors give the boy an inhaler. He took a deep breath and was fine.

   "If he's going to be the next world wide known assassin, he's going to have to lose it." Pierce said, walking away from the window. Strucker followed him.

   "That's another problem, sir. Very few people grow out of it. But if he doesn't, we could just use the serum on him." Strucker replied. "We'll see." Pierce answered and started to head back to the room the boy was in.  Pierce walked in and sat in front of the boy.

   "So did you like your new trainer?" Pierce asked. The boy sat silent with a confused look on his face. "You heard me. The Winter Soldier is going to train you to be the best." Pierce answered. Now, the boy had a terrified look. "Why do you seem so terrified? You should be honoured to be trained by him. A boy with your skills and the agility of the Winter Soldier would be the greatest agent of all." Pierce said. The boy was still silent.

   "You need to stop it with this I only talk to people that I trust crap." Pierce raised his voice. The boy didn't say a word.

   Then Pierce went to slap him, but he stopped himself. "Take him to his cell." Pierce told the guard. The guard grabbed the kid, and dragged him to his cell. Pierce walked out too.

   "What do I need to tell Karpov?" Strucker asked. "Tell him to prepare the training room. And the Winter Soldier." Pierce answered and left the facility.

   Strucker walked all the way to Karpov's office, which was on the other side of the facility. Then he walked in without warning.

   "The boss wants you to prepare the training room." Strucker said to Karpov, who was sitting in his desk. "What for?" Karpov asked. "The Winter Soldier's next mission." Strucker answered. "Training that kid?" Karpov asked, standing up. "Correct." Strucker replied.

   "We're really going to train him?" Karpov asked again. "I would stop doubting the boss if I were you Karpov." Strucker said, cleaning his eye glass. Karpov didn't say another word.

   Then Strucker put his eye glass back on and made his way to the door. "Remember, tomorrow morning at eight sharp." Strucker quickly added before he left.