He knows that face.
The face of sheer terror when i'm about to be wiped.
But when I see it on him.....
I can't think. I have emotions. A flub in Hydra software. It triggers.....certain things. Like the fuzzy outline of my mother's face when she smiles and hugs me tightly to her chest.....I could remember her scent, sweet lavender teasing my tongue. But I don't remember it actually happening. I can't. I don't know. Its all coming back to me......
"Soldier!" Pierce barks, thickly coated.
Alexander Pierce was bestowed up me, my fists tightening against the metal restraints. I couldn't look him in the eye. No, I couldn't.
But I am forced to look at him.
The cold, steely gaze of his blue eyes, the creases and wrinkles painting his face....
I do remember.
I could hear the quick paced heart beats of the Soviet Soldiers as they tentatively train their guns on me.
It sickens me.
The cyronetic chamber. The needles. Ice. The arm. Cries screams blood--
Its the fact that Pierce is afraid remem...remembering who I am.
When he looks at me, he tries so hard. So,so, so hard to conceal who I am. You leave my memory open and strong, i'll start to fight it. I will. Remember who I am. Who I was.
But I know no matter how much i'll be wiped, i'll always remember. Because everything I do.....its too important...to forget...to let go of whatever I try search for in my mind.
"Soldier!" Pierce barks again.
My lips parted a little. I don't pay attention.
"Protirayte ikh." Pierce said sternly in Russian.
Wipe him.
I glance at him.
What is his name? I can't remember it. What was it? What was it? His voice. I hear it sometimes, in my head. And its always, always the same line.
"You're a punk."
"Jerk."
Rogers.
Ste--
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FanfictionA cybernetic arm Meant to do harm He must abide To conceal whats inside Yet he's a young soul, and feels like a liar, As all he can do is watch as the world is burned with fire
