To Control The Hellfire
1951 to 1953
Zola was thrilled with the work that the two produced over the few years that they had been under Hydra’s control. The time had come to unfreeze them again and this time, it was big. When (Y/N) was able to move his body again he let out a shuddering breath as he felt the cold wash over him that settled deep in his bones. He looked over and saw the chamber across from him empty but he was able to dwell on it too long before he was yanked out of the room. He was immediately shoved into the chair. If you asked him why, he wouldn’t be able to answer that because he didn’t know what he did wrong to warrant the chair. As he clenched his jaw in pain, only letting out a few groans of pain instead of the screams he used to, his handler read off his control words next to him. When the machine powered down his handler leaned over slightly. “Kapitän, ready to comply?” (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him as he caught his breath. “Ready to comply.” He said in a rough voice. His handler nodded and motioned for him to stand up, giving him the space to. “Doctor Zola demands your presence.” He said before walking out, leaving (Y/N) to follow behind him. He let his boots hit the floor with a heavy thud and followed after his Handler. When they arrived at his office, he let (Y/N) walk in first, following behind him and closing the door. “Ah, Kapitän. You should feel very lucky and fortunate that I called you here.” (Y/N) raised his eyebrow but stood at attention. “You have been chosen by myself and the lead scientists on this particular project, to become a part of it. A very big and important part of it.” (Y/N) simply nodded as he continued to speak. “So as of today you will be taken off the Winter Soldier Project and transferred to the Fire Birds. I want you to follow your handler to the medical wing where they can begin. Now, off you go. Dismissed.” (Y/N) nodded and turned to follow his handler down. When he got to the medical wing, he was taken by the doctors into a side room and strapped to the table. His blood was taken and stored in several vials before he was injected with several things and then left alone, locked in the small room. When he thought that the previous serum was painful, this one hardly compared. He yelled in pain as he thrashed against the restraints. Tears ran down his cheeks as he felt himself burning from the inside out. He felt as if he was thrown into a volcano and left to die. It took nearly four days for the pain to fully pass before he could finally breathe normally again. He breathed heavily as if he just ran a marathon and held his eyes closed as he tried his best to relax after the pain dissipated. He was given a few moments to actually recover a bit before the doctor came in and started running tests on him, taking samples of cells and blood. After a few hours, the doctors headed out and Zola came in with a bright smile. “Congratulations, Kapitän. You survived the new serum. You're one of the lucky ones you know. The group before you all ended up wasted. Shame really. A few showed potential. No matter. How are you feeling?” he tried to ask but got silence from (Y/N), causing him to sigh. “That was an order, Kapitän. How did the serum take.” He said in an authoritative tone. “..Like my blood is on fire. It’s no longer painful but it’s a different kind of warmth now.” He replied in a hoarse voice, still on it’s way to recovery from the screaming he did the last few days. Zola scribbled it down on his clipboard and nodded. He did his own tests and took more blood from him before letting him up. “Do you believe yourself to be ready for your new mission, Kapitän?” Even if he wasn't, he knew punishment awaited him if he said no. He would be seen as weak and he refused to be seen as such. He sat up and nodded at him before he started to make his way off the bed and followed him out of the room. “Kapitän, we will be assessing your strengths and see if anything has changed with you physically, taking into account the new serum.” (Y/N) simply nodded and followed him to the training room. In the center stood several guards. “Do you know what is expected of you, Kapitän?” Without a response, he made his way into the room allowing the guards to lock him in the arena. As soon as he came to a stop in the middle, they all rushed him. He hardly flinched when one of them managed to land a hard punch in his face and bounced back quickly. He was stabbed in his shoulder and his anger started to get the better of him as he continued to fight. He felt the heat start to build up in his hands as he snapped someone's neck. Granted it was an accident but he was shocked nonetheless. He let out a deep growl before he continued to fight his way through the crowd of guards. He landed punch after punch, drop kicking one guard before nearly flinging another across the room when he tried to grab him from behind. He huffed slightly as he stood surrounded by bodies trying to pick themselves up off the floor. As soon as the last person was out of the arena, Zola spoke up. “Let’s give him a challenge! Bring in the last resort!” he yelled out to the others. A few moments passed before his attention was brought to one of the farther doors opening and slamming shut. When he turned to look at his opponent, he felt his heart drop. It was a man in heavy armor and a blaster of sorts. He couldn't place it but he felt like he'd seen this before, but couldn't remember where. The sound of the gun powering up made him freeze. His heart rate started to go up as he dove out of the way just as the space where he stood moments before was shot, leaving the spot smoking slightly. As the fear started to slightly make it’s way onto his face, he out of instinct, held his hands out, yelling at the man. “Stay where you are!” but his words were hardly audible over the sound of flames hitting close to the man. He stared on with wide eyes as he realized that the flames came from him. He took deep breaths as he gave it an experimental shot, raising his hands again, this time making a more concentrated blast, sending the man flying. He landed with a loud thud before getting back up again. The fear he felt started to morph into anger, nearly blind rage, as he advanced towards the man. He let out a yell as he landed a powerful hit that broke the man's helmet. Fire encased his fists as he aimed for his face. The shock hardly registered as the sound of screaming filled his head as he burned the man's face with each punch. The smell of burning flesh was the only thing that brought him out of the rage long enough for Zola to administer a powerful shock, knocking him onto his knees as he let out a yell, gripping at his collar. As soon as the shocks stopped, he stood up slowly, glaring in the direction of Zola. He started to slowly make his way over to him, the flames traveling up, licking at his arms as he stalked towards them. Zola spoke in a rushed tone before one of the men ran off. (Y/N) let out a yell as he started to throw fire, aiming at the metal fence that kept them apart, fighting through the men foolish enough to stay and try to contain him. The parts he managed to hit started to melt away. Before he could continue his onslaught, the door was opened once more and without thinking, he sent balls of fire in that direction before he looked over. He watched as Bucky dove out of the way and glared at him. As he rose and started to make his way to him, (Y/N) turned and did the same. “Stand down, Kapitän!” Bucky yelled out in Russian. (Y/N) shook his head as he lunged at him, his anger still in control of him, leaving Bucky no choice but to engage him. He dodged his fire and landed a hit, knocking him back. He doesn't know why but the sound of his ribs cracking from the force of the punch unsettles him. (Y/N) let out a growl, not noticing more guards coming up behind him. As (Y/N) threw a sloppy punch, Bucky grabbed his arm with his metal arm and held him to his chest. He held him in a head lock with one of his arms twisted behind him and sandwiched between the two as he held him. (Y/N) let out a low whine that made Bucky pause for a moment. “The man was going to hurt you. I had to kill him. I had to. I didn’t have a choice.” (Y/N) said in Russian, just audible enough for him to hear and notice the panic and anger in his voice. Buck made a slightly confused face as he held onto him. (Y/N) let out a growl as one of the guards injected him with a strong sedative that Zola tweaked to be useful on the two. (Y/N) looked slightly panicked before his breathing slowed down and he slumped into Bucky. He held (Y/N) in a more comfortable position as the other guards finally surrounded him. When they tried to reach for (Y/N), Bucky pulled away from them, holding him a bit closer. “No.” He said in a strong voice that caused them to pause for a moment. They looked towards Zola and he sighed deeply before scribbling stuff down yet again. “Soldat!” he called out, causing him to look his way slightly but not taking his eyes off the guards that surrounded him. “Take Kapitän to his room. They won't touch him.” Zola said as he approached them. Bucky looked him over for a moment, trying to see if he was lying but saw that he was telling the truth. He nodded and picked him up bridal style and glared at the men before they parted for him. As Bucky walked away from them carrying (Y/N)’s limp body, Zola watched with odd fascination before making a note in the book with the star on it. “Interesting..” He mumbled before he waved the guards off and went to prep the med room for (Y/N), knowing they needed to perform a few more tests now when he wakes up.
When (Y/N) did wake up, he let out a sharp gasp as he felt the tenderness in his ribs and his shoulder where he was stabbed. He looked around in slight panic before his eyes landed on Bucky sitting in the corner of their cell. He let out a breath of relief before laying back down, wincing slightly. “Are you alright?” He said as he slowly moved towards him. He simply nodded a bit as he watched him skootch a bit closer. Bucky placed a hesitant hand on his head and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling compelled to try and comfort him in some way. (Y/N) let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes, relaxing into his touch without meaning to. “They expect you to start training now that you’re awake.” Bucky said in a hushed voice and (Y/N) frowned slightly as he looked up at him, trying to keep his panic at bay. “No..Not yet please. Just a few more minutes.” He softly pleaded with him. Bucky let out a deep sigh before nodding, allowing (Y/N) a small bit of comfort before he was eventually pulled from his cell yet again.
Bucky watched as they opened the heavy door. Several guards with their guns drawn came and took (Y/N) from him. For reasons he couldn’t explain, he felt anger wash over him and the need to take him back to the room and away from the guards and his handler. As (Y/N) was taken for yet another round in the chair, Bucky was taken and put in Cryo as they focused on (Y/N) for the time being.
(Y/N) let out a small groan as he was shocked, making him fall to his knees. “Again!” Zola called out. (Y/N) clenched his jaw and aimed for the targets again, this time successfully hitting the targets, burning them to the ground. Zola nodded to himself as he wrote the progress down. “Bring in subject 713” he said, causing (Y/N) to look over to the sound of someone new entering. He looked the boy up and down, he couldn't have been older than sixteen. He noticed how malnourished he was and he glanced over to Zola and the guards. When he looked back over to the boy, he was given a gun. (Y/N) got into a fighting stance and his gaze hardened as the boy raised the gun with a slight shake. “Kapitän, take out your target.” was all he had to hear before he aimed fire at his feet as he advanced. The boy stumbled backwards as he let off several shots in (Y/N)’s direction. He hardly registered the pain when the bullet hit his shoulder as he continued his assault. He knocked the gun out of his hands before he grabbed him by his throat, lifting him up off the ground. He grabbed onto (Y/N)’s hand, trying to pry his hand off as he kicked at him. He glanced over to Zola, wondering if he would call it but he never did. He just smiled as he wrote down his progress on his stupid clipboard. (Y/N) let flames engulf his hand, ignoring the strained screams of the boy as he watched him die before dropping his dead weight onto the floor. He turned to Zola and the guards and received a nod from him. “The next part of training will commence in two minutes.” (Y/N) simply nodded and let the guards take the body away. He looked down at his hands, letting the feeling come back to him as he watched the fire engulf his hands and licked up his forearms. He dropped his hands when he heard the doors open but only sent a small glare when he saw the doctor enter to check him over. As soon as he was checked, they gave Zola a nod. He gestured with his pen to a few guards who set up several more targets before taking their positions around the room he was locked in. “Now, again. Use both your skills and the fire. Show us what you can do but do not kill my agents. I need these ones.” (Y/N) hardly gave him any form of acknowledgement and started towards the agents first while firing at the targets when Zola called out a number. His testing carried on for several hours until he dropped from exertion, not fully used to his powers. His handler came up to him as he watched (Y/N) sit up on his knees, head hanging down slightly but still fully aware of who was around him. “Are you able to carry on, Kapitän?” (Y/N) shook his head once before he heard him pull out the remote. He tensed up at the shocks that traveled down his neck from the collar, nearly paralyzing him before it abruptly stopped, causing him to collapse on the ground. He closed his eyes while he tried to breathe as he held himself up weakly. “I said, are you able to carry on, Kapitän.” (Y/N) looked up at him with a heavy glare. He took a deep breath as he pushed himself to stand. When he got to his feet, he gave him a nod to which his handler smiled slightly at before he nodded and stepped away from him. (Y/N) took a few deep breaths while he gathered fire in his hands. He yelled out as he launched his fire at his targets, both living and inanimate. Sweat poured off him as he pushed himself past his limits while Zola smiled on as he watched. As he gathered another ball of flames in his hands, Zola called out causing him to pause. “That should be enough. For now at least. Good work, Kapitän. Return to your chambers and rest while you can.” (Y/N) gave him a nod and allowed his handler to escort him back to him empty room with several armed men surrounding them. (Y/N) just about collapsed when he was pushed into the room. He fell to his knees and caught himself before his head hit the ground as the guards left. He huffed slightly before he let himself lay on the ground. As he laid in the room, he felt as if something was off. He glanced around the best he could but didn't see anything that shouldn't be there. There was the mattress, pressed up against the wall and shoved into the corner with a small pile of blankets on them and the small vent in the ceiling, pushing in the cold outside air. He closed his eyes and tried his best to recall why he was getting the feeling that something was wrong but it came up blank and left a dull headache behind. He sighed softly before he dragged himself to the mattress and allowed himself to rest at least his head on it. He felt himself calm down instantly when a familiar smell hit him. Underneath the smell of sweat and metal, he got small notes of sandalwood, balsam and leather. Not that he could name it at that moment but his brain registered it as peace. He closed his eyes briefly and inhaled the smell as he felt his wounds start closing while his body began to recover.
When morning came, he woke up to the sounds of footsteps approaching his room. He sat himself up before standing at attention. The door opened and his handler gestured for him to follow. He blinked once before following after, letting him lead him to his destination. He was brought before Zola in the middle of the “training area” and let the doctors take his blood pressure and the rest of the necessary things as Zola talked. “Kapitän. This will be your final test before I make the decision to send you out or retry the serum. You will gain full control over your new abilities or we will start from scratch. I fear if we do the latter, however, you will be killed in the process. So don't make this an inconvenience for us. Perform well and you will be rewarded. Understood, Kapitän?” (Y/N) simply nodded as a doctor dropped his arm back to his side, allowing him to turn to his targets that emerged. Zola and the doctors left the area quickly and locked the gate behind them, keeping everyone inside isolated. (Y/N) stared at them blankly as he gathered the fire in his hands while approaching them, watching as the live ones started to rush at him. He kicked one in the chest, sending him flying back before landing a punch and a few more kicks to several others. He grabbed one in a headlock, taking his gun from him and shooting others in the chest where their armor protected them. He threw the man to the ground and moved out of the way of one trying to grab him. He threw fire at him before landing a kick to the side of his head, knocking him out cold. The fight went on until most of them were marked with carefully placed burns that wouldn’t kill them but put them out of the fight for the time being. (Y/N) stood in his fighting stance for the next wave, having withstood at least four prior, but it never came. He heard slow clapping and allowed himself to stand at attention and let the flames dissipate. “Excellent job, Kapitän. You will be put onto new training regiments and missions now. You’ve impressed me.” he said in what would be a chilling tone but (Y/N) just stared at him blankly and nodded once to show he heard him and understood. When he saw him walk away, he looked down at his hands, allowing the fire to consume his hands but it steadied as it slowly licked up his forearms before it covered his arms completely. He tilted his head to the side for a moment before snapping his fingers, dissipating the fire immediately. He let the ghost of a smirk appear before it left his face as he straightened up when his handler appeared in front of him. ”Get moving, Soldat. Your first mission takes place soon. Get ready.” (Y/N) nodded once before following him out of the training arena, giving the men he defeated one last look as they lay on the ground, bloody and burnt. He knew he wasn't meant to feel anything, his feelings had no place in his missions nor training, however in that moment he felt a wave of regret wash over him before a small feeling of sick joy replaced it as he went on his way to get prepped for his mission.