Lost in Translation

Custody

Alek watched a couple of the HYDRA agents hook up the machine, his hand out stretched as he waited for another one of his lackies to get him a drink. The feeling of smooth, cold glass met his palm and he brought the cup to his mouth, sipping dark whiskey.

"Everything is ready, sir." One of the HYDRA agents looked up at Alek, gesturing to the machine.

Alek smiled lopsidedly. "Great. Get me the boy."

2 more agents came in, each one holding one of Peter's arms. The teen was drugged and sleeping, his feet dragging on the ground. The agents walked him to the machine, settling him into the chair and strapping him in.

"Should we wake him up?"

Alek made his way towards the teen, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Let me."

Without warning, the man smacked Peter across the face hard. Because of the straps, Peter's head couldn't move much, but it was thrown against the side of the machine harshly. The teen gasped, his eyes blown wide and chest heaving with breaths. "What the-"

"Peter. You're awake." Alek stalked around the boy, disappearing from his sight as he walked behind the machine. Peter's senses tingled and he pulled his head to the side as far as he could, narrowly missing another one of Alek's blows.

"I see you're powers are still working. Its so good to see that you're resilient. Strong. So much like me."

Peter bristled. He may not know Natasha well yet, but he knew that she was one of the most badass superheroes in the world. Who didn't know all about the famous Black Widow?

"I'm nothing like you."

Alek laughed. "You're everything like me, Peter, you just think you're something different. You've spent too much time with ordinary people, with Fury, with those people who call themselves heroes. They aren't heroes. They don't care about a better tomorrow."

Peter furrowed his brow. "They care about people! They care about keeping the world sane and safe long enough to see tomorrow."

"Shut up!" Alek hit Peter across the face again. "Shut up, you ignorant, наивный маленький мальчик! Мы сделаем тебя солдатом еще. Мы сделаем тебя лучше." Alek took a few breaths to calm himself. He hated that Peter was too blind now to see how HYDRA would save the world. "Start the machine." (Translation: ... naive, little boy! We will make you a soldier yet. We will make you better.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Natasha slipped around the back of the building, Bucky and Steve following behind her. Clint, Tony, and Sam were on the offense, coming through the front to distract as many of the agents as possible.

"Wait for the alarms," Natasha hissed, holding up her hand for Bucky and Steve to stop behind her. The three waited patiently, crouched low and frozen. The sound of a muffled alarm going off and then gun shots was practically music to the women's ears as she rushed through the back, firing down the hall wildly. Steve and Bucky were right behind her, taking down the few HYDRA agents left in the hall.

The three made their way down the hall, checking each and every room. Turning a corner, they saw that what used to be the hospital OR was coming up. "I bet they're in there," Bucky said, gesturing to the doors. Heavy locks hung off the handles and the windows, though painted over, betrayed what little light there was in the room shining through.

Natasha crept forward, her hands tight on the gun she carried. She pushed open the door quietly, hoping to attract as little attention as possible.