They changed me.

A visitor

TW: slight torture. Sorry. Also, bad language. Homophobia, child abuse and use of the f slur. Please don't read if you aren't comfortable with that, and none of the characters opinions reflect my own.
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"FUCK!" Handler screamed, slamming his fist onto the table. He rounded on the team of scientists behind him.

"I WANT HIM BACK HERE IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS OR YOU'RE ALL DEAD!"

Dr Smith hurried out of the room with the others, but when they rushed to the labs, he veered off to his office.

His hands trembled as he collected the papers strewn across his desk, slamming his laptop lid closed, he pulled the USB stick out of the side.

Shoving the files and laptop into his briefcase, he pocketed the USB and rushed out of the building.

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"You know, I still don't see why we should care." Clint stated, casually leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table.

"Clint." Steve warned, "He's our teammate and he is.. was our friend." He winced as he remembered practically telling Tony that he wasn't his friend.

Steve rubbed his chin, frustration and exhaustion starting to take its toll on his body. He couldn't sleep from the guilt, every time he closed his eyes, he saw his shield slicing through the metal suit.

The team wasn't helping either. It had been 5 days since the attack at Stark Mansion, 5 whole days. Yet they still hadn't managed to come up with any idea as to how to deal with the situation.

"I don't know Stark. He didn't seem like a very nice person when he was trying to kill me." Natasha stifled a giggle at Bucky's deadpan voice when he said that, "But nobody deserves to be in the hands of Hydra."

Wanda narrowed her eyes, "Stark did deserve it. He killed my parents."

Steve's hand grabbed Nat's shoulder as she tensed.

"You know what I say? I say we lock him up in the RAFT. Give him a taste of his own medicine." The slapping sound of skin on skin echoed through the room almost as soon as Clint had finished his sentence.

Steve sighed in exasperation, watching Clint tackle Rhodey to the floor in retaliation to the punch.

"Guys. Guys! GUYS!!" Steve yelled, trying to pull them apart. Grabbing Clint's shoulder, he picked him up off the floor and held him until he stopped struggling.

"I-" just as Steve was about to start speaking again, Friday spoke.

"Sir, there is someone coming up in the lift." Steve automatically reached for his shield, but Friday's next words stopped him, "I think that you should listen to him. I think that he might be able to help Boss."

Steve glanced at Nat, who's surprised expression mirrored his own.

Seconds later, the lift doors slid open with a soft ding and a man stumbled into the room.

His clothes were torn and covered in a mixture of dirt and blood, his glasses were cracked and his hair a wild mess.

Steve pulled a chair back and the man practically fell into it, gripping the handle of his briefcase tightly.

"Is the Asset here?" The man asked, looking up at Steve and Natasha.

"Ok, who the hell are you?" Clint replied, ignoring the question and shrugging Steve's hand from his shoulder.

"I work- worked for Hydra." As soon as the words left his mouth, Bucky stiffened, Steve noticed this and slowly reached towards his shield.

"Don't worry, I don't work for them anymore. I.. I couldn't deal with the guilt." Steve paused as he got a closer look at the mans face.