ONE YEAR LATER
(Reader is six years old)

Reader pov
It had been about one year since you had been brought here according to your tallies. Your dancing had been improved (mainly because HYDRA didn't tolerate anything less then perfect) but this place. This hellhole they imprisoned you in was (if you had to be completely honest) was amazing, the thought and creativity behind was absolutely genius.

Not like you liked it here it was the exact opposite but that didn't mean you couldn't admire their handiwork. 

See the design was what you marvelled the most, and the more you thought about it the easier it was to navigate it. By the age of six HYDRA had thought you math equations and science theories that would impress a twelfth grader.  You had advanced knowledge and understood  concepts taught to you with ease.

What HYDRA had also decided was that they wanted you to specialize as a thief but also to be trained as a assassin.
With this in mind they begin to teach you how to kill, most grotesque fashion.

You learned things such as picking locks, basic hand-to-hand combat and basic hacking skills. You were improving. Fast.

But one thing still felt wrong to you. These people, the guys who called themselves HYDRA, why did they tell you that they were good, that they were trying to improve the world when all they appeared to create was a path death and destruction. 

As you contemplate more about your captors you get thrown out into the hall causing you to hit your head on the wall and black out.

It was the pain that woke you up. But after attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes, you notice that your hands, ankles, head and torso are bound to a reclined chair in a pure white room.

At that moment you hear someone who you assume was a guard shouts something you make out to be "THE SUBJECT'S AWAKE!!"
That's when the experiments began...