And they called it Bucky Love

Part 20 - You shouldn't play with Hydra!

I'd like to say that I became more serious then, but of course, my badly timed sense of humor overload showed no signs of dissipating, and instead of the cowering face of terror that I suspect Blofeld was expecting from me, instead, all I could do was laugh even more.

It was as if I'd suddenly woken up on the set of a slapstick comedy and every word spoken to me was a punchline.

My captor came over to the bed and stood there holding the huge syringe up in the air as if to emphasize his villainy,   which in my current state of play,  only made me think how ridiculous he looked.   Plus which, the blue liquid in the syringe reminded me of bubblegum flavor snow cones, and I liked snow cones.

I giggled.     "Naughty man - you've been reading too much Bad Guys for Dummies."    

Naughty man was not impressed with my attempt at humor.

"Fraulein!" He yelled.    "This is not a joke! Do you not realize the seriousness of your situation?"

I clearly didn't.    The trippy feelings in my head were making every word my jailer said sound like a line from a Jim Carrey movie.

"Hydra is the most powerful organization in the world and you, Fraulein Grace, are at their mercy! I suggest you pay a little more attention and this whole thing will be a lot easier and much less painful for you."

A single word in that sentence flew out at me like one of Clint Barton's arrows and it was enough to sober my mood as though I'd been shot.

Hydra.

My drug addled brain processed the word again and again – Hydra Hydra Hydra. 

You're kidding me?  These were the people who had me?   The nemesis to Steve Rogers and the Avengers and in fact, one of the main reasons for Captain America even being created.     What in the hell did they want with me?    

My expression had obviously changed as Blofeld then said "Ah, I see you are aware now of who you are dealing with.........good!     We can continue."

"Oh, and I should introduce myself of course – how rude of me – my name is Dr Zola."

My brain continued to process the information being handed to me, albeit as though my head was in a bucket - it was all very blurred still and foggy.  Now what was he saying?

Zola? That name was familiar.   I tried to think, even though all I wanted to do now was sleep again,  as the trippiness was starting to wear off.

It came to me suddenly  – Zola was the Swiss scientist who had created the Hydra version of the Super Soldier Serum during WW2.     But.......he was dead now wasn't he? .....I was sure he was dead......Steve said so.......

As soon as I thought about Steve, I came over teary.    It was suddenly all too much. 

"Dr Zola's dead, so just fuck off and leave me alone."   I said, retreating into defense mode and feeling the wetness of tears on my cheeks.    I knew I sounded totally pathetic, but at that moment in time, I just didn't give two hoots.   My brain wanted to go back into hibernation and all rational thought was rapidly leaving me once again.

"No Fraulein" said my captor "I can assure you, I am very much alive........I believe you must be thinking of Arnim Zola.........a great man."

He continued, his voice rising dramatically and he started to walk round the room, still waving the syringe about like a conductors baton.

"Yes,  a very great man, who was used by your pathetic American government after the war, but still managed to resurrect Hydra right under their noses.     They had no idea how great an asset he was.  There they were, thinking they had him under their control, when all the time he was playing them.   The S.S.R and S.H.I.E.L.D.    Ha!      He let them believe they could be a super power,  but he knew, yes, he knew that one day, when the time was right, Hydra would rise up again to become the force that it is now!"

I forced myself to listen despite the overwhelming desire to sleep.      I had a funny feeling I knew exactly what the punchline was going to be at the end of the Oscar winning speech being laid out before me.

"Dr Arnim Zola -  legend of Hydra, happened to have a son that no-one even knew existed....a son who was able to continue his fathers' work and become even greater than the original!"

Yep, here it was coming.........

"My name, Fraulein Grace, is Dr Frederick Zola – the greatest scientific mind of the century and the driving force of Hydra!"

Ta da!  Told you.  Why are master criminals always so predictable?   And so modest.........

"Fraulein!"

"Did you hear what I said!"

I realized I'd had my eyes closed during the revelations,   which had obviously upset poor Frederick,  as when he yelled at me, he also slapped me across the face,  both actions having the effect of bringing me sharply out of my dazed state in an instant.

"Ow!" I cried "No need for violence.......that hurt."

Zola looked down at me and gave me a stereo-typical arch enemy type evil smile before replying "There is every need!    You need to be awake for the next procedure, and so far, I don't believe the "treating you nicely" approach has worked."

What - I asked myself – is he on about? What "treating me nicely" approach?  So far it had been classic bad guy as far as I was concerned.

"I don't understand" I managed to mumble, suddenly sounding like a complete wet lettuce, with all traces of fiestiness gone.

"He means me."

I froze.     Oh God.....I knew that voice.

Please no..........it couldn't be.

My face drained of color and my brain went into overdrive as I forced myself to look over to where the words were coming from. 

My heart nearly stopped dead.

For there, standing in the doorway, 

staring over at me with cold blue eyes, in all his sexy, bad-ass glory, was Bucky.