Did I ask?

They took him, crying, and screaming, and thrashing in their hold. Took him when he had every right to be dead. He couldn't fight, not without his arm. He was defenseless, weakened. Hydra had him before, Hydra took him before, and Steve came. Steve came and got him, and Steve would come again. Bucky was sure, he'd wait as long as he'd have to. A day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime, Stevie'll always come for him. But now, now he had to fight.

A new person enters the room. The sea of doctors part, let the person come between them and let him stand at the end of the table. A familiar face comes into view, and smiles. A sharp, evil twist of lips, baring of teeth.

"You are to be the new fist of HYDRA!" Zola says.
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