Normal is something I never really considered a positive thing.
Normal life, normal people.....the appeal has never really been present.
Normal means unprepared, naive, simple, and predictable.
Normal means weak.
At least, that's what they taught me.
I learned everything about normal people; about the normal world. Politics, economics, militarism, society, the human populace.
I learned how they walk, how they speak, their body language and their social cues. I learned their slang, their slander, and their slurs. Their curses, and poems. The difference between profanity and promiscuity, and how some cultures ignore both.
I learned the human culture, forever doomed to never be a part of it. Doomed to understand something I was never meant to experience.
This would be a good time to remind you that we're talking about an eight-year-old bred and raised in captivity for the sole purpose of seeing if it could be done.
They wanted to see if they could actually pull off the little idea they brewed.
To pull decades-old DNA from a super soldier and make another human being out of it. It didn't matter if the being was pretty, or intelligent, those things can be manipulated. All it mattered was it's strength. Would the human, after enough manipulation in the developing stages, show peak athleticism and enhanced performance?
Would the serum function after being spliced and replicated until it forms a creature of unnatural origin, but of biological structure and function identical to that of the soldier it came from?
This was the question they sought out the answer to.
With just enough hope, DNA, and funding for ten trials...one came out on top.
One embryo survived and grew past the first stage of life. It was up to this one embryo to answer all of Hydra's questions. If this one embryo survived and developed long enough to give a hint of proof that the serum was still in effect, then they would know.
The scientists and generals were playing the long game, and they were winning.
But they didn't groom her to be the perfect soldier. They didn't groom her to be obedient and dependent. No, the already had a soldier like that.
This one would be different.
They would work from the ground up, aligning the structures and building blocks of her knowledge in the most precise and profitable way possible in order to make something new.
The future of Hydra.
A human with the strength and the genius to rule over it's ranks and strategize to the point of perfection.
For when all the heads are chopped off, only a single one would emerge. It would smite it's oppressors and set the past mistakes of the organization alight, and then rise from the ashes as the face of the new world order.
As the Phoenix.
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Lieutenant - Daughter of the Captain
FanfictionSteve Rogers may have been held captive in ice for seventy years, but Hydra wasn't. They were busy. Hundreds of failed attempts at creating the next generation of super soldiers. Not a single one survived. Sixty years' of science and they were going...
