Forged in fear

The Winter Soldier | 2

(Narrative)

Two guards stood next to the exit of a dimly lit room both with assault rifles watching and listening to the sound of punches.

The punisher grabbed Agent X by the collar of his shirt and he punched him one more as he fell down, spitting blood onto the ground. He landed on all fours as he gripped his stomach coughing up more blood.

"One task," The punisher huffed "One task!" He yelled once more as he kicked him in the ribs and he fell to his side. "Stand up." He said in a flat tone looking down at him, his bloody fists clenched.

"Y-Yes Sir." Agent X said standing up from the cold ground, He looked at him in the eye. A moment of silence before he punched him to the ground once more.

"And you failed." He hissed.

This had been going on for nearly an hour and Agent X's entire body hurt. He was black and blue all over, blood was spilling from everywhere, and he was nearly positive he had at least a few broken ribs.

"Get him out of my sight, and you're going to be rooming with someone from now on, better get acquainted because you will be seeing a lot more of him from now on." Agent X was curious but was in too much pain to even speak, his jaw felt like it was going to fall off.

The guards then came and slung there guns over their shoulders and onto their backs, grabbing Agent X by the arms and they started dragging him out of the room and down the hall leaving a small trail of blood behind. Agent X's vision was blurry, probably from blood loss, and The Punisher told him he was going to bed hungry tonight and he'd get his next meal in the morning.

He didn't care though, he felt that if he ate his organs would be bruised causing digestion to hurt. It seemed like all he knew was pain. He felt disappointed in himself that he could never do anything right. He could never go out and come back with The Punisher being pleased. All he wanted was to please him, show him he was worthy.

They dragged him along the cold dusty floor and he watched as they passed his old cell and they continued down the hall to the very last door which was also directly across from one of the exits. It was their escape plan, like a back door if they ever needed it.

They flipped him on his stomach and one of the guards began to unlock the door before the other placed his legs on either side of his body somewhat picking him up by the under arms and when the door open he threw him in.

He hit his head and groaned in pain, a pounding headache was already there, and that was not helping, but the dim lighting was.

"Hey, hey kid are you ok?" He looked to his left and saw the man from before, he was the tall man with the long black hair and the metal arm. He ran over to his side and tried to help him. Agent X just swatted his hand away feeling the consequences of his actions, he gripped his side in pain.

"I-I don't need your help." Agent X croaked wiping blood from the side of his mouth as he began to try and stand up. He was half way successful, but he was able to get from the center of the room to the right side where there was a bed parallel to the other man's bed.

"They really handed it to ya' didn't they?" He said sitting back on his bed placing his elbows on his knees and resting his head on his hands.

Agent X just scoffed, trying to build a tough façade all the while, laying down now.

"My names James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. These guys down here call me the winter solider." Agent X looked at him for a moment before mumbling,

"Agent X, the people on the talking box though call me Carnage." He stated in a flat tone.

"Yeah, but what's your real name?" The soldier asked him, Agent X just looked at him in confusion. "Oh my god." the soldier whispered to himself not loud enough for Agent X to hear.