I bolted upright, only for a horrible sharp paint to shoot up both my wrists, followed by a small crack in my right one. I fell backwards and my spine hit cold metal, sending more pain through me. I looked down at my wrists and saw that I had been bound to the metal table again. I looked around and immediately recognised the horrible white walls of the Lab. A figure in the corner of the room caught my attention and I looked over to see Bucky was standing there, though this time there was gun in his grasp. He didn't seem to notice me and I quickly looked him over, thankfully not seeing any traces of injuries on him.

I couldn't really remember what happened after HYDRA had gained control of my mind, but I knew it wouldn't have been anything good. I vaguely remembered using my fire, but that was about it, and that was all I normally remembered under mind control anyway.

I felt a dull throb from my nose and if I moved my mouth, I could feel caked on blood underneath it. My cheek also felt like it was covered in crusty blood too, but thankfully it was only a dull throb of pain that I could barely feel.

There was squeaking from a door and I looked sharply over as best as I could with the band around my neck to see Strucker appear, followed closely by Zola. Both had bandages wrapped around their hands and Zola had a large Band-Aid on his left cheek. If they had been genetically enhanced like me and Bucky, they would be able to use the healing serum, but thankfully, as far as I knew, they were human and instead had to suffer from their wounds. I smirked, despite my pain, happy that I had hurt them.

"Don't give me that look." Strucker spat, slamming the door shut with such force that some of the things on the utility table next to my bed clattered onto the floor. I immediately wiped the smirk off my face.

"You are going to be severely punished for what you did." He was fuming and fear spiked all over me and my mind imagining what torture they could inflict on me. Zola picked up something off the utility table that hadn't fallen off and pulled something out of his white Lab coat pocket. It was a small vile of the healing serum and I winced at the sight of the needle. Zola didn't even hesitate as he jabbed the needle straight into my arm and I swallowed back my cries of pain as the burning sensations filled my body. I felt wounds that I didn't even remember how I got stitch themselves together. It felt like it lasted forever, but when the pain slowly faded away and I opened my eyes, I saw that Strucker and Zola was still there. A smirk appeared on Strucker's injured face and he beckoned for Bucky, who was still leaning against the wall.

The bands around my wrists, ankles and neck suddenly unclipped and before I could even think about escaping, Bucky grabbed me by my hair and yanked me off the bed into a standing position. Pain flared through my scalp and tears streamed down my face, no longer able to be held in. Strucker and Zola walked towards the door and Bucky followed, still grasping me firmly by my hair, leaving me no choice but to stumbled unsteadily along, tears silently streaming down my cheeks.

I didn't know where we were going, the corridors to long and twisty, it would be impossible to memorize where we were going.

Zola opened up the door to a new room and Bucky shoved me inside, following close behind as the door slid shut. The room was grey in colour and in the middle of the room there was an elongated grey chair that under any other circumstances would have looked comfortable. The most unnerving thing about the chair however was the big metal clamps that were above where the head would rest. I tried to lock my knees to prevent Bucky from moving me towards it, but he just kicked the back of my knees, causing them to buckle. He forced me forward and basically threw me onto the chair. I scrambled upright but he just forced me back into the chair, Zola clipped my arms and legs to the chair.

"Thank you Soldier" Strucker said, giving Bucky a quick nod, which seemed to be his que to leave.

The machine whirred and I saw out of the corner of my eye the big metal clamps slowly make their way to where my head was. I looked fearfully over at Bucky but he was already at the door and had his back turned to me. He paused with his right hand on the door handle and, as if feeling my gaze, he looked over his shoulder a little, but didn't meet my gaze. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before opening the door and disappearing into the corridor outside. The metal clamps pressed around my forehead tightly and I clenched my teeth.

Slowly, I felt my whole brain begin to become fuzzy, pressure building up in it until I couldn't think clearly anymore. Pain rippled through my brain and I screamed, straining against the bonds holding me to the chair. It felt like someone was stabbing me repeatedly in my skull. Memories suddenly began to flicker behind my closed eyes, blurry and disjointed. I briefly spotted the Avengers in a couple of them and I tried to search for them as the pounding in my head worsened. The memories flew by quicker and slowly, I began to to recognize the people in the memories. They looked familiar, but I couldn't place them. The pain in my head got worse the more I tried to see what they were. Tears streamed down my face and I continued to try and strain against the bands, but they didn't budge. Static filled my head and I screamed out in pain, blood dripping down from my nose. I tried to stay awake, but the pain became too much.

-{+}-

"подними мое пламя."

My brain slowly woke up, translating the words from Russian to English. However, I didn't recognize it was Russian, I just immediately understood it.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw two men standing on either side of the chair I was sitting on. The taller of the two, the one with the strange glass thing over his eye, was dressed in rough looking grey combat clothes while the other was a short, rounded man standing to my left. He had glasses on and a white lab coat over sandy-coloured clothes.

"Where am I?" I asked, looking around, confused.

"You are in one of HYDRA's facilities." The man in the grey clothes replied. "Its good to finally speak to you properly B12, face to face." He smirked and folded his arms.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"Baron Strucker." He replied. "That's Dr. Zola."

I slowly slid my legs off the reclined chair I was on and saw that I was wearing rather battered clothes covered in ash and blood. I had no memory however of how I had ended up like that though.

"We have something else for you to wear." Strucker interrupted and Zola stepped forward with a a pile of black clothes in his arms. He held them out to me and I took them, unfolding them to find that it was a tight leather top with a slightly fanned neckline, providing enough airflow through my body. There were buckles around the weist to keep the clothes close to my body, paired with rough cargo pants and an empty utility belt. Strucker held out a pair of heavy leather boots with multiple buckles, thick black wollen socks stuffed inside.

"We'll leave leave you to change." Strucker began to move towards the door. "Come outside when you ready there is someone that I would lile for you to meet."

He opened then shut the door behind them leaving me to get changed. There was a small glass window in the door, through which I could see two guards standing by. I quickly slipped on the leather top and black cargo pants on, pulling my hair from out of the shirt. I pulled on the thick socks and tied the heavy duty boots over the top. Clipped the utility belt around my waist, I opened up the door, the guards stood to attention. My eyes immediately darted to my left and I saw Zola standing with another man I didn't recognize.

" This is the Winter Soldier," Strucker drew my gaze to him. "You two will be working closely on missions." I looked over at the Soldier and he gave me a curt nod before Zola spoke up again, drawing his attention away from me.

"Here is a book of all your targets." He handed me a tiny red book, probably no bigger than my palm, with a worn, bent cover. I took it and slid it into a pocket in my utility belt.

"And a couple of weapons to help you." Strucker gave me a gun, spare bullets, a couple of daggers and throwing stars. I put each of them in separate areas on my utility belt, trying to quickly memorize where I put them.

"Training is at 2." Strucker continued. "Lunch is being served downstairs now."

Both the Soldier and I nodded in sync, causing Strucker's lips to quirk slightly before he nodded back and both he and Zola turned around, disappearing around a corner. The Soldier moved away from me and began to walk in the opposite direction. I hurried after him, making sure to keep a couple of steps behind him, keeping a close eye on all of the weapons strapped onto him.

We reached a wall of lifts and the Soldier pressed on, the third lift down pinging and opening up. We stepped towards it and his eyes met mine briefly before he pressed a level button inside and the doors slid shut. It was completely silent in the lift and I tapped my finger quietly on the metal railing going all of the way around.

The lift doors eventually opened to reveal a massive grey dining hall completely packed with HYDRA agents. All of them were dressed in various shades of white, grey or black, many weapons covering them. It was quite loud, laughter and conversations filling the air, as well as the sound of food and utensils against eachother. I followed the Soldier among the tables, my eyes trying to scan as many faces as I could. We joined a line against the far wall where there was a kitchen built into the wall, several more agents serving those who lined up.

The Soldier reached a head and grabbed two metal trays, passing one back to me without even looking at me. I took it silently and looked around him as the smell of food reached my nose. The food wasn't anything fancy, mainly pasta, meat and baked vegetables, but it was better than nothing.

"Who's this new one Soldier?" Asked a voice and I looked up to see one of the agents who was serving the pasta looking at me.

"New recruit." He replied gruffly, watching as another agent slapped pork onto his tray and drizzled it in watery gravy.

"She's a beauty." The agent continued, his eyes roaming all over me without any care. I kept my face neutral, though my fingers itched to reach for my gun and shoot him in the face.

"What can I get you sweetheart?" The agent asked and I took a deep breath.

"Pasta." I replied, meeting his gaze strongly. He grinned and scooped up some of the pasta, placing it on my tray and setting down the spoon.

"Can I get a name?" The agent asked, leaning on the bench to get closer to me.

The soldier reached out and grabbed my arm, beginning to pull me away from the kitchen, but the agent reached out as well and grabbed my other arm, bringing me to a halt.

"Let her speak." The agent raised an eyebrow at the Soldier before smirking down at me. "What's your name?"

"Get your hand off her." The Soldier growled and my eyes darted up to him, though I hid my surprise at his sudden defense for me.

"Hey, just chill man." The agent laughed, a couple of the other servers beginning to watch now. "I'm not doing anything, Surely I can ask the beautiful girl her name?"

"I said get your hand off her." The Soldier tugged me towards him again, his grip tightening a little more.

"Why?" The agent asked, moving closer to the bench, his gaze switching to the Soldier, a challenging spark lit