#hydra lab

Chapter 12: The Waking

The last thing you remembered was craving blueberries. Though the dryness of your mouth indicated that you probably never got the chance to eat them.

Damn. 

A cough sputters out in your throat, catching and spasming as your body tried to make up for the lack of saliva. Brow furrowing at your hyper-awareness of your mouth. You should probably try to figure out why you hadn’t woken for a glass of water hours ago. You should also probably stop broadcasting your thoughts step by step. 

Shit.

Managing to stop the coughing, you attempt to open your eyes. Only to snap them shut once more. Too bright. Too shiny. Why were things shiny, things should not be allowed to be that shiny. You would have to talk to Tony or Steve or someone about making a law. 

Tony.

Steve.

Bucky!

The thoughts ringing through your head as you bolted upright. Trying to ignore the way your head felt like it was swimming through sludge. Eyes opening past the shining blare of lights… Surgical lights. Furrowing your brow further as you looked down, taking in the hospital gown. You hadn’t been wearing that before. 

Were your hands always this tingly? Lifting up your palms to stare at them. Trying to blink past the sensations that threatened to overtake you. 

Gritting your teeth as you turned on the metal bed. 

Another thing to make illegal, you swore softly to yourself. Taking in the paperthin blanket that had been draped over you, and a pillow that felt like it might have been made of cardboard. The sudden urge to push it off the bed overwhelming. Giggling as it hit the floor. “Good. Stupid good for nothering pill… nothering? Not a thing? Nothing… That!” Then huffing a sigh. Great. Drugged. Definitely drugged. This is what drugs felt like. 

Wasn’t it? 

Kostya would be so pissed with you.

The thought of your brother brought you back to your dilemma once more. Turning your gaze about the room. Just a plain old hospital room. Or lab room. A something made for checking you out room. Creepy. 

What was this, frankenstein? 

Rolling your eyes before grunting as you pushed off the bed. Swaying in place for a moment before nodding. 

Then immediately falling on your ass as you tried to take a single step. “Right. Do not operate heavy machinery. That would be a thing.” Your gaze moving once more over the room, stopping on the mirror on the far wall. Head tilting as you considered it. “Helloooo? Creepy doctor types? Look, whatever you gave me, it’s doing me a woozy, so ah, help? Ya know, not the type of help that comes with more needles… but…” Waving a hand over yourself. 

Natasha would throttle you, you knew it. Somewhere in the back of your head. Asking for help from the people who people jacked… kidnapped? Is it kidnapping when you aren’t a kid anymore? Who came up with these words?

The door opening drew you from your thoughts once more. “Ah good, people with white coats. Very doctor looking. I seem to have been misplaced. You see, I was out for blueberries, and instead I got jabbed with a needle like thing.” Tutting disapprovingly at them. Even as they hooked their arms under yours and lifted you up. 

You grinned brightly before lifting up both your arms and then slammed them back down. Hearing two consecutive cracks. One of them grunting as they let you fall, which gave you some sort of leverage on the one struggling to still hold you. Grabbing their hand and twisting back the way Natasha had shown you. Waiting until their grip slipped before jabbing your elbow back into their face. Then scrambling forward on hands and knees. 

You could do the running thing when everything stopped spinning. Right now, you were just happy that your body had listened to you at all. Kicking back as the first scientist doctor thing tried to grab your elbow. Their nose giving a rather satisfying crunch. 

Making your way through the door only to take note of several pairs of very shiny shoes. “Someone hasn’t forgotten to spit shine.” Wincing internally as you looked up. 

You’re pretty sure that your mouth dropped open. “Father?” 

No, this had to be a hallucination. It couldn’t be. 

He was dead. He should be dead. So much dead. 

And it was then that you noticed the second person standing behind him. “Little sister, always making trouble for me. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. Ketamine has a hell of a hangover.” A bright grin crossing your brother’s face as he leaned down to scoop you up into his arms. Curling you to his chest. “Good to know that you recognize our father, even when high off your ass, Katarina.”

“Right, because that’s the thing that’s good…”

“What can I say, you’ve always made me proud.” Your brother chuckled softly. Stepping over the fallen lab people without giving them a single thought. He always had been the more focused of you two. Moving to gently set you back on the bed. “Sorry for the poor accommodations, daddy dearest insisted on keeping you in observation until you woke up. Can never be too safe with us enhanced types after all.”

You frowned at that, then cocked back your fist and punched his shoulder as hard as you could. 

Which barely glanced off him. 

“Kostya what the fuck!”

“Ow! Hey! That hurt, sis.” He pouted sharply, rubbing at his shoulder before glancing over his shoulder. “Come on, you need rest. Then we can talk. All of us.” Nodding to the man coming to step up behind him. A man that shared way too many features with you both to make you comfortable. 

“Solnyshka, it has been too long since last I saw you.” The crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled made you wonder if that is what Kostya would look like when he was older, if he would inherit the streaks of silver at his temples. 

“I’m still maintaining that you’re dead.” You crossed your arms stubbornly. Glaring at the man who was forefront in most of your nightmares. Who always called down the flashes of silver steel that meant pain. 

“That would be the ketamine. That sense of almost being in a dream. I apologize, they were not certain if you required the same dose that my son did. It appears they overdid it just a touch.” He chuckled, gaze glinting with some sort of twisted mirth. 

Nikolai, that was his name. 

Monster was more suiting. 

Father was what he had always demanded you both call him. 

“You think? I’m loopier than a toucan craving fruit over here. I’d really like it if the lights stopped trying to burn out my eyes.” Waving a hand towards them. “Also, clothing. Cause… It’s weird being in barely anything. Just saying.”

“You always did have a sense of humor, my little sunshine. Always so bright. So clever. We shall have them bring you something to wear, and to turn down the lights. But your brother is right, you require more rest first.” 

You nodded, looking back to Kostya before putting on your prettiest smile. “Of course.” Turning on your side and slowly laying back down. Gaze shifting between them both. 

Chapter 13: The Tunnel

You weren’t certain how long you had slept for, only that your head had cleared somewhat in comparison, pushing your fingers through your hair in an attempt to calm yourself. You were here, locked in some sort of facility. Without any of the others to help. 

Did they know where you were?

Did you?

Sighing and shaking your head before making yourself sit up once more. A glance about the room showed that clothing had been left out. A new pair of sweatpants, a shirt, and one familiar looking overly large sweatshirt.

A smile threatening to take over your face at the sight of it. Hoping off the bed, ignoring the semi-dizzy feeling in order to hurry up and snatch it, burying your face into the soft material to take a deep breath. Inhaling the slightly spicy and musky scent that sent your heart skipping a beat. Nuzzling into it for several long moments before setting it aside to change out of the hospital gown that you despised so much. 

Once you were wearing real clothes, you immediately felt better, especially surrounded by his scent, something to help keep you calm in this intensely creepy place. Another deep breath steadied you enough to try facing reality. 

Walking towards the door to try the handle, jiggling it and testing to see if it was locked. It wasn’t. Either they really trusted you, or they realized you weren’t exactly a threat. 

What a boost of confidence.

Carefully pushing open the door and glancing both ways. The hallway was left empty. And white. Oh so white. Why on earth did anyone paint walls this shade of white, were they intentionally going for the creepy insane asylum look? Grumbling softly under your breath as you curled your arms about yourself, letting the sweater calm you further. 

You chose a direction at random, both lengths of the hallway seemed equally long. Metal white doors lining either side. Choosing to follow it to the end, hoping you could find something that might pass as a weapon, or the comms that Tony had given you. Anything that might help you feel a little less like a crazy clown with a red balloon would be showing up and asking you to float with him. Your hands falling to either side, clenching into fists. Quietly reminding yourself to stay loose, languid. Ready to react. 

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“Nothing!” Tony slammed his hands down on the counsel. Hair wrecked from having run his hands through it at least a dozen times. Hours of searching. Following footage of the van on traffic cams, trying to find any further witnesses, and nothing. She was simply gone. 

“Do we have any information regarding locations that they have in the city? Or is there any possibility that she was taken out to the country?” Steve glanced up from the reports he was currently scanning through, FRIDAY having been able to identify several of the men through facial recognition programs. Trying to find anyway to locate her through information about them. “Several of these men were marked as Hydra, they wouldn’t have come out of hiding for no reason.”

They had been able to narrow down that this was not Shield approved at the very least. Not that it made the truth any easier to bear. 

They had fed her to the lion’s den.

Peter peeked his head into the room, brown eyes wide and wet. “Ah… The guy with the metal arm told me what happened… He told me that I should be here too. Well, maybe I can help?”

“Kid, we don’t need to put anyone else at risk.” Tony almost snapped, feeling emotionally exhausted as it were. 

“Here’s the thing Mr. Stark, we’re all always at risk. That’s just part of the job… But you see, Druid didn’t want this job, and maybe I don’t get that, but what I do get is that we all can do our part to save her. Or at least help her figure out what she needs to get her brother back. So just… tell me what I can do. Because she’s my friend. Or well… will be, I guess, something like that… Anyways.” 

Tony turned his attention up to Peter, searching his face a minute before scowling. Waving a hand towards the screen. “We’ve been going over all the films, we can’t find where they took her. We lose sight of the truck on the traffic cams here.” Pointing to the Hugh L. Carey Tunnel. “But the access tunnels there are a dead end. There wouldn’t have been anywhere to go.”

“You mean except for the ventilation buildings.” Peter pointed to the map of the tunnel’s structures. 

Tony furrowed his brow. Nodding. 

“I mean, I know I’m not that great at history or anything, but if I were a super creepy organization that wanted to stay secret after getting my butt handed to me by a guy in a star suit, I’d try to find somewhere just out of sight to put up a base or whatever.” 

Tony paused for a moment, then rolled his eyes. “Right, leave it to the walking pop reference. FRIDAY, pull up the blueprints for each of the ventilation buildings.”

“Right away, sir.” 

The two paused as they waited for the AI. Tony leaning in eagerly to the screen. Then huffing. “Nothing.”

“Well they aren’t just gonna leave it right there for anyone to see. Blueprints to buildings likes this are pretty much public access… Um… Miss FRIDAY, could you verify the power output for the buildings? Look for surges in the last month or so.” Peter crossed his arms, starting to pace back and forth to keep from fidgeting too much. His gaze not leaving the screen. 

“There has been a recent increase in power draw to the Governor’s island ventilation structure. Starting at approximately three weeks ago. There are no current reports on file regarding this surge.” FRIDAY intoned. 

Peter grinned brightly to Tony. Halfway to bouncing on his toes.

Chapter 14: The Brother

As prepared for action as you felt you were, you still screamed and jumped when a hand clapped upon your shoulder. Twisting where you stood in an attempt to break their grip, then shoving your hand, palm out against their chest. 

It was just as annoying when your brother didn’t budge as it was when Bucky didn’t. Staring up at Kostya, with his annoying wide grin, and blinking as you came to the realization for a second time. 

“Well, have to say that at least your moves have improved. Avengers teach you that little trick?” Kostya chuckled brightly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to ruffle your hair. “Sweet little sis is learning how to kick ass, you make me so proud.” 

You heaved a sigh. Great, still an ass. That was your brother alright. 

Only semi-caught off guard by his sweeping you into his arms for a tight hug. Pressing his cheek to your hair. “You shouldn’t have come here…” He whispered softly. Almost too quietly to hear. 

Wrapping your arms about him in return, you press your face into his chest, hiding your expression. “Yeah, well if you weren’t such a dumb ass, I wouldn’t have had to.”

He chuckled softly at that, pulling back to flash his signature grin down at you, wrapping his arm about your shoulders. “Come on. My room is more comfortable than the creepy hallway, I can get you a snack.”

“So I’m not the only one who thinks an ax murderer is gonna come around the corner at any moment?”

“Oh hell no, this place gives me the damn jitters.” Kostya laughs brightly. Shaking his head and lifting his free hand to fluff his hair. The two of you looked similar enough to be twins, even if he was a full year older than you. Almost to the year. 

You didn’t want to think about that when the man who helped create you both was alive and roaming the place like some mad scientist. 

Falling into a familiar silence as he led you carefully through the halls, allowing you to let your attention drift. Trying to find anything that might be an indication of where you currently were. Or what these bastards were planning. 

Any way of contacting your team to let them know that you were okay. 

But so far there was nothing. Just a line of ever more confusing halls, all painted the same white. And doors. 

Doors painted the same white of the walls. Metal doors with fancy electronic locks and slots to open at eye and knee level. Doors that you really had absolutely no want to explore. 

Doors like that were bad. 

Doors like that meant that they wanted to keep something… or someone… in. Usually that meant people like you. 

Something you had first hand experience in.

Swallowing tightly as you forced your attention back on the task at hand, even as you leaned closer against your brother. Soaking in the comfort of having him beside you the same way you had relished in having the sweater once more. 

You wondered if Bucky had any idea where you were. If they had a plan to come find you. To get you and Kostya both out of this nightmare in the making. To make sure you had time for that dinner date the one time assassin kept hinting at. 

It was a few minutes later that Kostya had ushered you into a room, just in time to see a bunch of men in white coats dragging something that looked suspiciously like a body bag across the floor of the hall, leaving you to shudder and turn away. Instead focusing on the overly decorated room that was now before you. 

“Hey… bro… what the fuck?” You waved a hand in something akin to disbelief. Brow furrowing. 

He had painted a rainbow over the length of one wall, arching up into the ceiling. The lines of color bold and bright. The wall across from it a mural, scenes of famous battles involving enhanced, all the way to the battle of Sokovia; splashed across the wall with charcoals and paints and pencil. No scene matching the same style as another. He had always been artistic, but you could tell that this was genius caused by chaos contained. 

In other words, he had been bored to death and required some way of expressing himself. 

Yup, future was looking pretty bleak just about now. 

Kostya had already tossed himself onto the bed, just big enough for the two of you to fit on, were you inclined to do anything more than stare right now. Still trying to wrap your head about all of it. 

“I had some time on my hands.” He shrugs, resting his head back on the pillow, hands curling over his stomach as he stared up at the colorful ceiling. Frowning. 

“So… Alright, I might need a play by play or something cause I’m still reeling a little bit.” You move to shut the door, noticing the lack of a lock on it. 

“Well… It’s a little hard to explain, sunshine.” Kostya shrugged, moving a hand to pat the space next to him, inviting you closer. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the bed, curling your feet up in order to place your chin on your knees. 

“You don’t say.”

“Look, Coulson got ahold on some information regarding Hydra. He’s faced off with them before, but this was something new. Different. He had read my file, knew about where we came from… What we are. So I was sent in to investigate.” Kostya turned his gaze, so similar to your own, to drift over your face. “First thing I did was get ahold of Baba, but you know how she is.”

“All or nothing.” You scoffed, nodding. Arms curling about your legs as you got more comfortable. 

“Exactly. So, the next thing I know I’m going down the rabbit hole, and boom, here I am. Stuck in this room. Or in the training room. Getting tested.” 

Heaving a sigh, you shake your head. “You really do get into the worst situations.”

Kostya barked a laugh at that, reaching to take your hand in his. “Well, that’s what I have you for. Always looking for a way to get me out of things. And really, it’s not so bad here.” Then slowly pulling you down to lay beside him, nose to nose. The way you had done since you were both little. It took a moment before you were actually able to relax. 

The first time you had been able to since being stolen away. 

You felt your eyes start to drift shut once more, the pull of sleep harder now that your body had had a moment to catch up to everything that had happened. To say nothing of the warmth beside you. Kostya always felt almost too warm. 

Sort of like another person with the same serum running through their veins.

 “I have a present for you, sunshine.”

“And what’s that?”

Chapter 17: The Experiment

Steve let out a slow breath, glancing around the park beyond him. Gaze resting for just a moment on where each of his team was spread out. Trying to weigh solutions. “We give her twenty four hours before our next attempt at a check in. If she doesn’t respond, we start the extraction.”

“What?!” Tony baulked. Sitting up in his lounger. “We have her alive and safe now, the same might not be said for tomorrow. Who’s to say that they don’t start tearing her into atomic sized pieces the moment we pull back?” “They haven’t had enough time for a proper brainwash, but the same doesn’t go for that brother of hers.” Natasha turned, heading for Tony’s boat. 

“I’ll keep an eye on her.” Sam hummed softly. “Might need to tag team it though.” “I’d feel better about this if there was someone there with her on the inside.” Bucky growled the words, pulling away from the flower shop and walking towards the path that would lead him towards the lab. “Whoa now tiger, your face is probably the one thing that all of Hydra knows, and that’s to say nothing of your arm.” Tony wiped a hand over his face. “Let me go, Mister Stark, I can keep an eye on her!” Peter finally piped up. “Underoos, even if you didn’t look like a toddler, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near an undercover op.” Tony snorted. “You’re wrong Stark. Most of Hydra didn’t know about me. I can’t say the same for Nikolai, considering they were his experiments, but so long as I stay out of the way, I should be able to keep from his radar.” Bucky glanced over the walkway. Passing Steve as he went. “If nothing else that arm of yours is a dead giveaway, Barnes.” Natasha tilted her head slightly. “But you’ve got the best chance of all of us. Can Vision alter any scans to keep them from picking up his arm, Tony?” “It’s possible, but it would require constant monitoring.” Tony started to pace, ignoring that he was supposed to be undercover. “Do it. Sam, keep a visual on her at all times. Rest when you can. I’ll be up to give you relief in a few hours. Natasha, come up with a failsafe.” Steve fell easily into his Captain America mode. Nodding to Bucky as he passed. “You have twenty four hours before you have to check in, same rules. We can reassess at that point.”

You ran off as soon as you heard the page over the intercoms. Calling you to the exam room that you had first been brought to. As much as you hated the idea, you knew that you couldn’t blow Kostya’s cover. Not after he had just agreed to work with him until you got answers. 

There was something he wasn’t telling you and you needed to know. 

The hallways weren’t quite so confusing as you remembered, finding your way to the medical room rather easily, though wary of the men in lab coats surrounding the cot that you had been laid in. 

“How good of you to join us, Katarina.” Nikolai chuckled from where he was reading a monitor in the corner. “It’s time that you come to know what it is we’re doing here, and your place in all this. I know that it must be difficult to trust me, given my absence in your life, but you have to understand, I have only ever done what was right for the cause.”

“Hail Hydra.” The words came to your lips as easily as breathing. Dipping your head to the man who had helped create you. 

“Hail Hydra.” He chuckled almost brightly, something akin to pride shining in his eyes. “You see, I have been testing your brother’s abilities. When you both were created, we had been so hopeful. You both were born healthy, your aptitude tests were off the charts. We needed to know if you would inherit the serum running through your mother’s veins, as well as my intelligence.”

You felt your mouth begin to dry, and then hands clasping tightly to your arms, holding you in place. Heart racing in your chest as you glanced back, Kostya nodding to you as he pushed you further into the room. 

“You can only imagine my disappointment at finding that Kostya could not fully manifest his abilities. Only one aspect of the serum at a time. Healing. Strength. Stamina. Agility. Perception. All those things that had been successful when we had the Stark formula, diluted down.” Nikolai clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head disapprovingly. “For all our attempts, we’ve never been able to recreate the original formula. Not with Garrett’s Centipede or Deathlok program, nor with Rucker’s twins. Of course Whitehall was more interested in his Inhumans, and Malick with his ancient god. Each of the heads of Hydra, falling to SHIELD. None of them entirely successful.”

You took a steadying breath, lifting your chin as you faced his gaze. The color of them so like your own it was uncanny. “Then I’m afraid that you’re only in for more disappointment, father. I have none of the abilities of a super soldier, not even what Kostya has.”

Nikolai chuckled with that, coming up to hook a finger beneath your chin. Nose nearly touching yours. “No, but from what your brother has said, you have the ability to create hundreds of super soldiers. Your ability, as passive as it is, may yet be the most useful thing that Hydra has ever created, my sunshine. We just have to test it’s limits, and see if we cannot replicate it.”

Feeling yourself blanch with that, you sagged into Kostya’s arms. Feeling as he caught you. Hearing his whisper in your ear. “Trust me sis, everything is going to be okay. Just comply, the way that Father has always taught us to.”

“And what happens if you are able to?” You managed to ignore your brother’s warning, speaking up once more. 

“Well, then we shall have to find a way to make use of it, won’t we?” Nikolai stepped back, flicking his fingers towards the cot. “Lay her down and strap her in. We have many tests to run, and these are only the first. Later, I wish to see her ability up close in the training room.”

You felt your head begin to swim as Kostya lifted you onto the cot, strapping you in and working to place the monitor nodules as directed by the scientists and doctors around him. Not allowing any other to lay hand on you. 

The realization slowing coming to you as you laid there, the first of the beeping registering your heart beat falling into an uneasy rhythm. 

Kostya might have been their original target, but soon after he had only become the bait. 

Chapter 20: The Corridor

You weren’t certain how much time had passed between when Bucky had left and when your meal was brought to you. To be honest, you weren’t even sure what meal this was supposed to be. The last glance of the clock had said morning, so it was possible that this was lunch, but with how heavily you had slept after the morning’s events it was just as possible that it was now dinner. 

Not knowing jarred you more than you had thought would be possible after having faced down literal torture. 

The reminder of which made the possibility of eating exactly zilch. It didn’t matter that you knew you would need your strength for whatever was planned next. The sight and smell of the meal before you, despite being one of your favorites, was off-putting enough that you stay edged away from the table. 

And you really really didn’t want to think about how Nikolai would have known to order this meal for you. 

Instead waiting a couple of minutes before slipping out of the room. 

Watching carefully as you passed through the hallways, heading for the corridor where Bucky was waiting for you. 

“Sis!” 

You flinched at the sound of Kostya’s voice. Turning around to face him, letting the exhaustion show on your face. “Hey, come to drag me to my next family bonding session with dad?”

Kostya stopped midstep, almost tripping over himself. His gaze dropping immediately. “No. That… I’m so sorry Sunshine. I had no idea.” Raising a hand to scratch at the back of his head. 

“It’s Hydra, Kostya. What did you expect? Roses to go with your Sunshine?” Sneering the nickname they all seemed determined to use for you. 

Honestly you already missed being called Bunny. 

“Look, all that father’s ever had me do was some basic tests. Showing off the aspects, he did a few pain based things to test my healing, but nothing that strong.” You could almost hear the pleading whine in his voice. “And you didn’t have to follow me here… That was your choice…”

“Right, because I would do anything other than come for you.” You sighed, already past exasperation. “Look. I don’t want to hash this out right now. I’m here, and I’m loyal to the cause. Loyal to you, our family. That’s all that matters. If that means I have to prove that I can take it, fine.”

Kostya turns the slightest of glances to you, offering a sharp smirk before he was frowning further once more. The exaggeration only obvious to you. “Right… well, so long as we’re together… right?”

You offer him a weary smile, nodding. Letting him sweep you up into a gentle hug. Barely catching the whisper in your hair. “I saw him when I was being taken to my room. Don’t get caught. They won’t play nice just because you’re a Hydra princess. We need to figure out what exactly they have planned, and you’re the key to that now.”

You hugged him tighter for a moment before nodding. “Think I just need to go for a short run, yeah? We can talk when you have to come find me for my next session.”

“Of course, sunshine.” Kostya grinned, ruffling your hair fondly before he was turning down a separate hallway, whistling loudly. 

The tune you used to use to check in with each other. Make sure you were both still alive. Before the riots, before you became someone new, when your rooms were the only lives you had known. 

The memory made you swallow. That was your life again. If you stayed here, you would be nothing more than Nikolai’s spawn, experiments that hadn’t reached their full potential. Things to be tested and pushed until you broke. 

Letting out a slow breath, you bounced on your feet for a moment then broke into a slow jog. You needed to make this look as natural as possible, turning down the next corridor. Just one more turn before you hit the blind spot, and then you could slip away again. 

How the hell had Kostya done this for two weeks? Or longer, any other time he had worked undercover. You really didn’t want to think about that either. 

Keeping your head down, not looking up at the camera’s that were tucked away in the ceiling. You knew better than to pay attention to them, that only drew attention to yourself. You may not have been some deadly assassin or super secret spy, but that much was plain common sense. 

Something you had to say was missing from at least half the Avenger team at this point. Even split up as it was. 

Just as the turn came, two scientists came around the corner, chatting with each other over a tablet. Reading data and swapping possible theories. 

Theories about you, from the sound of it. 

Frowning, you paused in the corner, just on the edge of the blind spot. Stretching one arm over your chest, the other crossing up to keep it in place. Nodding almost amiably to them. And noting that one had their nose bandaged up. 

You honestly tried to fight the smirk that came to your lips. ‘

A smirk that lingered as they finally walked out of sight. Pausing a moment before you slipped into the corridor, and let out a breath, Bucky leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets. Smiling to you. “Something amusing happen Doll?”

“Yeah, I just remembered that I broke a guy’s nose while half delirious and drugged to high hell.” You giggle softly. Wiping your hands over your face briskly. “Gods what has my life become…”

“I think we’ve all asked that a time or two. But I can’t say I’m not proud of you for trying to fight back.” Bucky pushed off the wall, coming to stand in front of you. Hands gently gripping your shoulders. Helping to ground you. “Now, I need to know what’s going on, so I can figure out a plan with Stevie before Tony decides to blow the joint to smithereens getting you out.”

“Alright, first of all, we need to really work on your vocabulary, because there is only so much I can tease you about in one sitting.” Watching as James rolled his eyes at you. Then you took a deep breath. “Well, long story short, my biological father is continuing his experiments from the Siberia facility. My brother and I were supposed to be the next gen of super soldiers, only it didn’t exactly turn out the way he wanted.”

Bucky frowned a moment before suddenly lighting up with the realization. “Your ability. He’s looking for a way to harness it.”

“And point goes to the super assassin.” You grimace slightly, shrugging. “That’s all I’ve gotten so far, but there seems to be more to it. My brother has been deemed a failure, so unless they’re able to replicate my particular brand of enhancement, then I’m not certain what they want to do about it.”