WARNING: bloody scenes in the end of the chapter. If you don't like murder-ish scenes skip the part where he is brought in the lab.

My red eyes were wide, small gasps leaving my mouth as I could see the puffs of smoke swirling in the air due to the crispy air above the clouds.

I didn't understand. Soldat was a trained assassin. He was best of the bests, he was like a legend among agents. He was talked highly about, and the most important missions for greater good were always assigned to him.

And I was to be trained by his side, to be one day like him. Fierce, cold and deadly.

But by what happened this morning, I came to realize that the assassin who I always looked upon to might not be what I expected him to be.

Rage towards the blue-eyed man who had talked Soldat into it was burning within me. That man, Steve Rogers was to be blamed for all of this. It was his fault, he was the one who had coaxed Soldat. He was the one who came with his sweet talk, sincere eyes and calm voice.

And he had to pay for that.

I wasn't sure where I was going. Maybe it was one of my many senses, intuition or something merely different, but I came to realize I couldn't stop flying. My wing joints were burning and my back was aching. I could feel my heart pumping blood as every breath became out difficult, my chest was throbbing. But I could not stop, my body wouldn't listen. And something told me that if I was to land somewhere, I wouldn't get up for quite some time.

I flew until the storm below and the cold winds disappeared. I flew until my wings became numb with pain and the fiery rage was turned into plea to sleep.

My eyes were dull and I had lost every sense of direction as my bruised wings continued to carry me further and further away from the ex-hydra assassin.

Sigh of relief left my mouth as I slowly glided towards the land, I just knew that I had reached my destination. I wasn't sure how, but something almost called or commanded me to be there.

Breaking through the clouds I could see the ordinary layout of HYDRA base. It was safely hidden in the forest  and if I were ever to feel happiness, I would have felt it then. But I was too tired to care.

I ducked my wings, finally getting the feel of them back and I pulled my legs closer to my body. I closed my eyes and grunted once I crashed on the ground right in front of the open base doors. I rolled a little, trying to keep my shredded wings out of the harms way as much as possible. When I stopped, I grunted in pain.

My eyes were closed, yet I could sense the movement on the ground as many pairs of feet jogged closer. Hydra agents pointed their guns at me, and suddenly I felt much better. Feeling familiar with the sound of distant training, humming of mashinery, the smell of chemicals and tense atmosphere, I felt alright in that environment.

I breathed heavily, refusing to open my eyes. Even if I wished to, I didn't think I'd be able to get up. I scanned my body, the side of my face was covered with dried blood, and so was my neck, chest and back. I wasn't even going to try and detect all bruises.

Light steps scurried closer and the familiar smell of chemicals reached my nose, as if the person had been living half of his life in the lab, which Doctor Masinzky probably had.

“Veränderung form three, Beast.” he hissed at me, and I almost growled, almost.
My breath hitched as my body started shrinking, it was slow process since it had been too long when I last shifted. My aching bones broke as I hissed in pain, dark dots dancing in my vision.

I groaned as crispy air hit my bare body and I realized just how cold and tired I was. An agent threw the ordinary Hydra attire at me, black pants that usually hydra agents wore on missions. They were a lot warmer and more comfortable then the white pants I usually wore. Since I wasn't an official agent yet, I had no permission to dress as such. But at the moment I didn't care, I wanted warmth and almost growled at them for not giving me a shirt.

I was tired, and I would've almost passed out but Doctor Masinzky snapped his fingers infornt of my face. I didn't even realize he had been talking while I was dressing myself.

“Nein, not znow! No time for zleep! Mizz Donovan, pleaze.” Doctor Masinzky gestured at me. With half closed eyes I laid on the trampled grass, a woman with cold look gracefully came closer, she was in usual white lab clothes, her grey eyes were cold as the metal doors in my cell. She was holding something that looked a lot like a pistol, yet there was a needle in the end of it. With more strength then I believed her to have, she turned my head so the back of my head was towards her, I was too weak to do anything. Startled by the sudden pain and the cold liquid that she had injected in my neck, my whole body froze in shock.

And suddenly I was not tired anymore.

“diz cold, guardz! Inzide inzide!” I heard Masinzky's accented voice command. Two guards took ahold of my arms and dragged me up, back into the cold base I knew.

My breaths were coming out short and irregularly, my brain was working faster and I couldn't help but notice every small detail. The colour of Masinzky's hair as he marched infront of the group, the two guards who looked as if they were twin brothers, clones perhaps? And the woman who was limping slightly, almost unnoticeably. My eyes tarted at the ceiling, walls and floor where there were small dots of blood. Someone had tried to clean them, but a slight mark still remained. Smell, so many horrible smells, why hadn't I smelt them before? Some unknown chemicals that hurt my nose, blood, water, someone's old sandwich was somewhere, the dirt under the agents boots and the shampoo that smelt too sweetly.

My eyes wandered aimlessly as I was thrusted into the lab chair and the familiar cold chains tightened around my wrists. My body was shaking and I could barely feel the pain I was in before, yet I could feel the blood that was still dried on my face.

“Focuz Zubject, focuz!” the old man, clapping his wrinkly but too clean hands under my nose as if I were asleep. He sat down on the chair opposite of me, taking out a clipboard.

“I am zoing to azk you queztionz und you're going to anzwer all of them truthfully, say yez zir if you underztand.” I was commanded to speak, so I did.

“y-yes sir.” for my first words they sounded pathetic. Masinzky's madness filled eyes flickered up from the clipboard.

“now, anzwer me, where iz Winter Zoldier and where iz your collar and tracking bracelet?” The woman behind Masinzky was cleaning something, they were shining from time to time. Small blades and a scalpel.

“Avengers h-have Winter Soldier, Asset fr-freely went with them a-after the enemy a-a-agent S-Steve Ro-Rogers spoke with-with him. The dev-devices were sh-shot with arrows b-by the ene-ene-” I took a deep breath to finish the sentence, startled by my stuttering and the shaky, weak voice "-enemy agent.”

Masinzky narrowed his eyes and the woman placed the blades neatly, she must've seen the look in the old man's eyes, she gently placed her hand on his shoulder and traced the side of his chin with her delicate finger. “The boy is incapable of lying, he doesn't even know what that is Hank, so you shouldn't doubt his words. If Winter Soldier really found his way through, he will not come back willingly. Be grateful he turned, they didn't have time to mess with his head.” her voice was like sweet lullaby, heavy with innocents and youth.

I noticed Doctor Masinzky relax lightly under the younger woman's touch, he hummed under his breath.

“traitor, our greatest azzazin. He muzt be eliminated. Unlezz we can get throught him again, I doubt that. What if... We wouldn't need him, would we? We have much greater experimentz almozt ready. Zuper zoldiers? They are hiztory. We will have zomething much, much mightier. Much stronger, larger, faster and deadlier. Cut off one head, two zhall take itz place.” the man's eyes shine with something deep and mad, they were wide as they stared at me.

“You. You will kill Zoldat. Guardz! Bring in de girl!” my senses were hayware and the smell of blood still wasn't helping, as soon as my wrists were freed from the shackles, I immediately closed my fingers around Masinzkys throat, everything was so colourful, so, so intense. I could feel the growls vibrating through my chest as my claws retracted. My wide eyes stared at Masinzkys panicked ones, the old man was trying to get me off.

I howled in pain as I felt the familiar electricity surge through me, I was stuck once again. I was crouched on the cold floor, a whip lashed over my already bloodied back and I gritted my teeth, I barely felt it. There was sketching animalistic in me, and it wanted out. Wanted to kill.

I could sense feather right steps follow couple larger ones.

A small girl, I stared at her, her brown eyes were curious as she watched me, holding onto one of the guards hand. I was pulled up and I could feel the shredded skin move lightly on my back.

“Kill her.”

My head snapped to Masinzky and the woman behind her. Kill such a weak, little thing? I looked the old. Man in the eyes, to search the answer. Was that a command for me to do it? It didn't feel... Good.

“I said, kill her jetzt, Beast! Töte sie jetzt!” My muscles tensed and there was no time, no space anymore. I was alone in somewhere dark, somewhere quiet.

I saw a flash of brown, the kind of brown that oak trees bark looks like. It was beautiful colour. I heard a high pitched sound, or was it a bird singing? I didn't know, I couldn't tell anything. Only that I enjoyed it, it was relaxing. Because I was so angry, so furious. What for, I didn't know.
Some kind of red, warm liquid was under my nose.

How did that get there?

A smell I knew well reached my senses, it dulled all other smells in the room. The irony, sweet smelling blood. The dark dancing dots disppareaed.

I studied my hands that were now covered with crimson blood, it was warm, as if it had just...

A dead girl, a dead, young, little girl. Right at my feet.

Dead.

Gone.

Who killed her?

I did.

But why couldn't I remember? My hands were covered with her blood, her scent.

I was right.

It didn't feel okay, it felt.. It felt awful. It felt really, really bad.

I looked down at the girl with pink dress, her stuffed teddy bear right next to her. Just like her now ripped out throat was.

I could hear the excitement in Masinzky voice. It was suddenly cut off, my head snapped at the old man who had now a knife buried in his back.

Masinzky fell face first on the ground, choking on his blood.
The woman had stabbed him with one of the knives she had cleaned earlier.

A sweet smile was on her face as she pushed the dying old man aside with her foot. “now that he's out of the way... You will only answer to me and Budnikov, is that clear?”

I stared at her emotionlessly.

“Baby, that's not how you talk with an object. Beast.” my eyes flickered to the male who stood at the door, a sly smirk on his face.

“I command you, Beast, to only listen to me. Say yes Master if you understood. Nobody else but me and Miss Budnikov.”

“Yes Master.”

“Very well. Guards. Get both of them back to their cells for tonight. I suggest they get some sleep and someone wash the boy, he's getting blood everywhere.”

In the middle of all the chaos that only lasted couple of minutes, I failed to notice the young man who stood behind Mister Budnikov. He was tall and looked rather strong. Definitely older than I was, his hair was weird. It was almost white.

I didn't make a sound as one of the guards shoved their gun at my back, forcing me to move.

I left the scent of blood behind me, following the guards who surrounded me and the white haired young man.

“you're young. What's your name?”

I didn't answer. Why was he talking anyways? Was he stupid?

“not much of a talker, huh? That's alright, no one here really is. Or maybe I'm the odd one... Anyways what is you're name? I'm Pietro. Nice to meet you.”

A/N

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