Timshel

iii - Crumble

warnings: graphic depictions of brainwashing, violence, and murder

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Peter is in his IronSpider suit as he follows behind Sam and Bucky as they move towards the back door. He hears Clint in his earpiece say Wanda broke the lock to the front door. Bucky reaches out with his metal arm and breaks the lock on the back door with ease.

"Alright, I'm not 100% clear on the layout but I want you both behind me, I know how to deal with them more than anyone here. If there's any confrontation, subdue if possible," Bucky tells Sam and Peter. This was mostly for Peter. Bucky trusted Sam, But Peter was still young, he moved first and thought second, which was something Bucky couldn't deal with, not here, not when the stakes were this high.

They walked through the dark hallway, Peter saw through the night vision adjustment of his suit, Bucky and Sam were both able to adjust to the darkness.

"Left," Bucky nods to a door there and Peter stands behind Bucky, Sam to his right as Bucky kicks the door down.

If the girls weren't aware anyone was there previously, they sure as hell did now.

They saw an empty track before they moved down the hallway. The next room, room 3, Bucky broke the lock before pushing the door open.

Peter's eyes widened as he saw a huge stainless steel box, fire burning inside of it.

"What the hell is that?" He whispers.

'That's an incinerator Peter,' KAREN chimes in.

"Oh," Peter's voice drops.

"Come on," Bucky nods, opening the room next to it. This was the surgical room, 10 pristine hospital beds laid side by side with just enough room for people in between them.

"Peter, you and Sam get the next room," Bucky nods to the room next to them, "Wanda, Clint, Rhodey, give me a moment then you should be good to go through the front door."

"Copy," Rhodey answers and Sam kicks down the door next to them, Bucky following suit at room 11.

He stares inside, it was dark, like the hallway. He made out a TV monitor hanging on the wall opposite him. A wooden chair that's bolted to the floor between him and the wall.

Next to it is an IV stand, his eyes follow the line of the IV to the needle.

"It's me," he hears a small voice whisper.

He sees your wrists strapped to the chair, ankles strapped to the legs, another strap across your chest.

He hesitates before moving to face you. Your stare is blank as your mouth moves, silently repeating yourself.

His eyes scan your body, searching for a hidden weapon if this was a trap. It didn't seem so, your body trembling against the thin hospital gown, scars stretching across your forearm.

"Buck, Nothing here, just a boxing ring," Sam piped up.

The hair on the back of your neck raises as you hear a beeping in the distance.

Bucky slowly uses his real arm to pull the IV out of your arm, it drops to the floor and you blink ahead.

"It's me."

***

"Who are you?" A voice asks it's deeper, not as cold as Nadia's.

You blink away the haze from your eyes and see a man with dark hair, shoulder-length, you tilt your head curiously at one of his arms, shining in the dark.