His head was spinning, he was struggling again, fighting against the soldiers grasp, he didn't want the chair again, not that chair.
They wanted to wipe him again, he didn't want to, not because he remembered something, cause he didn't, but because it hurts him, it scares him so much.
There were five soldiers trying to hold him, two doctors preparing a sedative... Yet not enough to stop the pain,just to keep him still.
But before any of them could put him back on place, a man entered the room, a soldier on his side, Winter gasped, confused, looking at him.
The soldiers noticed how he stopped struggling, and look to the two people entering the room.
Alexander Pierce, the new handler, and a soldier.
Winter was confused, his head hurting, did he know him?
"Steve?..."
He mumbles, who is Steve?, he doesn't know, but that man, that man looks like a Steve.
The man raised an eyebrow, thinking confused, but quickly a small smirk appeared on his face.
"Yes, I'm Steve"
He says firmly, confidently, the soldiers around looks at him confused, but Winter looks at him, with a bit of hope, he feels warm, for the first time in ages in that cold place, he didn't remember how or why, but a Steve is warm.
"I-.. I know you"
He said, his eyes narrowing softly, his breathing a bit calmly than the agitated one that he had before.
"Yes, you do, I'm a friend"
Friend? The word echoes on Winter's mind, it's a warm feeling, those blue eyes, it's like he knows them... But they look different, maybe it's the time, maybe it's a Steve.
"Steve.. friend"
Winter tastes the words in his mouth softly, his voice a bit raspy because of the screams of pain, while Alexander approaches softly and gestures the soldiers to stop holding him.
"Yes, friends"
He says and pokes his chest, making him step back and sit on the chair.
"And we are good friends, right? Why don't you make me a favour an obey? I just want- what's best for my friend, can you do that?"
Winter looks at him, he looks like just a broken man, a small puppy, a beaten one, that maybe, needs a friend to lay on, he has never had the opportunity to choose... And his friend, is asking nicely.
Winter nods.
The young man smirks and crouches in front of him.
"You are a good boy"
Alexander says and Winter felt warm again, it feels right.
"I think you are ready for your mission, right? No need to wipe you, cause you'll follow what I ask, right?"
Alexander says gently, Winter looked down, his hair covering his face.
"Ready to serve"
Alexander stands up, walking out of the room.
"Good boy, tell me if my friend... Needs a correction"
He says as he pass by the soldiers who have serious yet satisfaction on their faces, that new handler was perfect, no one of them noticed the resemblance of Steve Rogers on him before, but luckily the asset did, and they won't hesitate to use that in their favour, now they had the most powerful weapon right in the palm of their hand.