Ice Filled Him

I know it is probably a horrible idea to post an unfinished story with my work load but I am full of horrible ideas.

Ice filled him and he prayed for the warmth of his Sun. Time was meaningless in the cold. Pain was an after thought and even his own name was not worth the effort to remember. But his wish for his Sunlight was a constant. Even when the darkness and cold of the ice took him and he was aware of nothing the desire for his Sun remained.

Time passed, meaningless in the embrace of the ice and the Soldier slept on dreaming of his Sun.

Thunder that could be felt in the Soldier's marrow entered the prison of ice followed by the whine of a thousand angry hornets. The Soldier noted the change in a distracted way before cataloging the change as unimportant and going back to his dreams of his Sun.

The next thing he became aware of was a harsh light suffusing his prison of ice. The light ground at his retinas in a harsh mockery of the diffuse, all encompassing light of his Sun. This light illuminated without providing any of the gentle warmth of his Sunlight and for the first time in forever the Soldier was aware of a desire different from the desire for his Sun; the desire to move, to black out the harsh light surrounding him. He got as far as twitching his trigger finger before he fell back into dreams of his Sun.

The drone of a radio awakens him next. Without opening his eyes or moving a muscle he takes in the area around him and his physical condition. The radio is playing a baseball game from '41 making him immediately aware that this is staged but underneath the sound of the radio and the whose, whose of the fan he can hear the sounds of a multitude of people moving around in a large enclosed space. The noises are strangely muffled and after a moment of thought he realized that the sounds were filtering in to him through the solid walls of the room he was in.

Making sure that his body stays in the relaxed guise of sleep, he categorizes the sounds outside his room. From the sounds of it there are at least twenty people in the larger room outside the one he is currently in but no one in the smaller room that he is lying in. He can make out the sound of heavy boots shifting on concrete and the sounds of loafers walking across the concrete floor. Strangely he also hears the sound of a pair of heels on the floor as they move position to stand with a group of the loafer wearers. For a wild moment he thinks that maybe it is Peggy out there and that he had been rescued from the crash site then reason reasserts itself and he realizes that Peggy would never have condoned the type of subterfuge that the staged radio program hints at.

Making sure that his body remains relaxed in fained sleep he strains his hearing to catch the murmur of conversation from the group.

"....should be waking up any moment. Amazing how undamaged he is given the length of time he was frozen. I hope that we’ll be able to replicate the serum from the samples we have so far. Imagine the advantages it could give our agents," a woman's voice said from within the group. He forced his body to stay relaxed even though the only thing he wanted to do was tear through this building and find and destroy those samples. He had had more than enough experience, through his interactions with the Redskull, with the monsters the serum could make when used for the sole purpose of violence. He had no illusions but that he might have become such a monster if it was not for the light from his Sun.

He turned his wandering thoughts from his memories to the conversation outside the room he was in and heard a deep male voice answer the woman.

"Doctor Simmons, I appreciate your enthusiasm but at the moment I am more concerned with how we can handle the Captain so that we can ensure his cooperation. Is everything setup, Agent Misoren," the man's voice asked.

"The containment room is setup to look like a 1944 American hospital room. It should work to sooth the Captain until we can setup a more secure area, Director," a man, presumable Agent Misoren, told the other man.

He decided that he has heard enough, he needed to get out of here before they could move him to this more secure location. Opening his eyes he took a moment to take in the room he was in before he slowly sat up feigning a weakness he did not really feel. Outside the room he heard a voice exclaim with subdued excitement "The subject has just awoken."

Silence reigned outside the room for a moment until he heard the shift of someone moving and the tale tale clicking of a gun against a belt clip. He kept a frown off his face as he tried to determine how many armed opponents he will have to face before he mentally shook himself and scolded himself to just expect all the people in the other room to be armed in some way. The clicking of heels approaching the room made him want to turn his attention towards the door but he resisted the desire while pretending to look out the window. Looking at the window also allowed him to angle his ear toward the door, letting him listen to the woman in heels approach and the other people in the room moving quietly to different positions in the other room.

The door clicked open and a pretty female omega in an SSR uniform walked into the room. She smiled widely at him and he smiled back with a flirtatious wink. He watched with detachment as the omega flushed prettily and he turned up his smile a little more even as he took in the way she moved and the best way to disarm her with the least amount of effort. Her interest in him could definitely be used to his advantage.

"Well, doll, you are a sight for sore eyes. Mind helping a fella up. I think I have been lazing about so much that my leg has fallen asleep on me," he told her with a cocky grin.

"Captain, I don't think," she started but quickly cut off as he ignored her and started to stand. It was the easiest thing in the world to fake his right leg giving out on him. Without thinking about it she stepped into help him and keep him from falling. He felt a little bad as he pretended to completely lose his battle with gravity and forced most of his weight onto her. The weight of a two hundred and fifty pound alpha essentially falling on her forced her to the ground and a cry of pain escaped her as her leg twisted underneath her. His guilt intensified but he pushed it away. He had never been the type of alpha to pick on an omega or really anyone weaker than him but he cannot afford to fall into Hydra's or the Nazi's hands. Knowing he only had minutes before her allies outside figured out that something more than a bit of clumsiness had occurred he put an apologetic look on his face before putting a hand high on her shoulder in a move that should look apologetic and helpful from the angle of the cameras but put him in a perfect position to snap her neck should she scream.

"Sorry about that, doll. Guess I should have been a bit more careful," he said for the benefit of their watchers then added in a faux concerned voice "Didn't hurt you too bad did I?"

She looked up at him with a pained smile while clutching her ankle but the smile slipped from her face to be replaced by a look of fear as she noticed that his cheerful tone of voice did not at all match his cold expression.

"If you don't want me to snap your neck you will tell me how many are out there and what kinds of weapons they have," he told her softly. She shook her head furiously her eyes wide and frightened.

"Captain," she started to say but stopped with a squeak when he squeezed the base of her neck. Tears of pain came to her eyes and she stared at him pleadingly.

He stared her down, pushing down the instinctive alpha part of him that recoiled at hurting an omega, and growled softly at her "Doll, that was your only warning. I don't want to hear how this is all innocent and how I am in an SSR hospital. I heard enough through the walls to know that is a damn lie but even if I hadn't the game on the radio is three years old not something that would be playing like a current game. I knew you Hydra goons were stupid but even I thought you were smarter than this. Now how many guards are out there and are they carrying energy weapons?"

"Captain," she said in a whisper, shaking like a leaf but still managing to meet his eyes "I know you are naturally confused as to what is going on but I swear to you we are not Hydr...aw."

She stopped as he squeezed her neck hard enough to grind the delicate bones of her neck together. Any more pressure and he knew that she would be dead in moments and from the terrified look on her face she had realized this too. Despite her terror, he noted with respect that she did not cower from him. Her bravery in the face of insurmountable odds reminded him so much of his Sun that he could almost see the jerk putting up his fists as he prepared to fight an alpha twice his size and whose every breath didn't rasp loudly in his chest like it might be his last.

He told himself later that it was his preoccupation with his memories that saved the omega in front of him as she yelled out that they are not Hydra but a deeper part of him had already acknowledged that he couldn't kill her while she had such a brave and defiant look in her eyes. With a curse he spun and pushed her light form onto the bed before turning to stare coldly at the group of guards boiling into the room from the only door. He analyzed the situation quickly, determining that he could take the guards (too tightly bunched together, get in each others way more than mine a part of him noted) but that it would cost him valuable time that he didn't have at the moment. Hydra had never been overly concerned for its troops and if they thought they could take him down by gassing the room he didn't think they would hesitate because it might kill a few if theirs.

Making a quick decision he decided to just make another door and hope that the walls of this room were as thin as he thought based on the ease with which he had head the Hydra agents conversation. Two guards were foolish enough to get in his way and with a vicious smirk he knocked their guns to the side and with a hand on each of their chests he used them like a shield to smash the wall and keep the sharper pieces of rubble off him. Once through the wall he immediately noted several guards coming toward him. He tossed the two guards at the incoming troops before running fast from the area.

Rushing from the huge room he came out into a brightly lit corridor with a whole bank of windows framing one side of the corridor. He blinked at the floor to ceiling windows wondering for a moment how they managed to get the damn things not to shatter under their own weight. He threw the thought off in favor of scanning the corridor for any immediate threats. Several people were staring at him in surprise but no one had yet gone for a weapon. Knowing that could change at anytime he picked a direction at random and raced for a door he could just make out at the end of the corridor.

Bursting through the door brought him out into a bright sunlit street filled with some truly strange cars. Ignoring the strangeness of the cars he raced down the street until he came to a square with huge screens on each of the buildings depicting so many different things that he got a bit dizzy trying to take them all in. Not even at the big cinemas had he seen such clear and vibrantly colored pictures.

Allowing himself to become distracted by the big screens proved to be a huge mistake as within moments he was surrounded by cars on all sides. A black man with a patch over one eye got out of one of the cars and he immediately zeroed in on him. The man reeked of authority despite only being a beta and despite the men with guns surrounding him he immediately placed this man higher on his threat list.

"At ease soldier," the man barked. He stared back at the man coldly making the men with the weapons shift uncomfortably. He smirked internally at their unease, that fear and uncertainty could be of great value to him when he made his move to escape but first he needed to deal with the immediate threat in front of him, namely the guy who was obviously in charge.

"You are no commander of mine," he growled letting the ice that had been his constant companion slip in to his voice and had the satisfaction of seeing some of the guards around them shiver in alarm. His internal smirk widened and with cold detachment he noted these new points of weakness; specifically a knot of guards by a vehicle to his left. Unfortunately the beta in charge only narrowed his eyes in thought at his tone and he noted that also. 'Guy is used to standing up to strong alphas,' he thought and placed the guy higher on his threat list with a touch of respect.

"I'm Director Nick Fury, head of SHIELD, and have been given direct command over you by the United States Army," the man, Fury, said evenly. He stared at Fury for several seconds before letting a sneer settle on his face. 'Time to test this guy,' he thought with amusement.

"That's real interesting, Director," he added the last part with a slight but noticeable sneer and had the pleasure of watching the guy stiffen in anger. 'Hook's set let's see how this big fish wiggles on the line,' he thought as he deliberately straightened from his fighters crouch into something far more menacing.

"Well I'm sure they briefed you real good, Director. Just leaves me to wander who you pissed off enough to make them want you dead," he said thickening his Brooklyn accent until each word was drawled out contrasting sharply with the cold, sharp smirk on his face.

"I've pissed off a lot of people over the years, Captain, any number of who would like me dead," Fury told him confidently but he could see the uncertainty in his eyes and he knew he had shaken him.

"Takes a special kind though to get your allies to assign a Solinite alpha to your command," he sneered as he made sure that an insulting amount of fang was shown as he did so.

The Director stiffened further and honestly he couldn't blame him. Solinite alphas were the lowest of the low. Never able to form proper packs due to their hostility towards betas, they had even been known to kill beta pups that they had. At best they could be put in asylums but even those were short gap measures and usually Solinite alphas were executed before they could harm any more people. The condition was extremely rare, 1 in maybe every 10 million live births, but when it did occur it was usually the stuff of nightmares. It wasn't just that they went after betas they would also take out their insanity on other alphas and even omegas.

'Well, Director,' he thought coldly 'you have the bait let's see if you know how to get off the hook.'

Fury actually seemed stunned for all of five seconds before he schooled his features but his lapse was all he needed to know that he had no idea what was going on or how to respond to the code.

"There are treatments," Fury started but he cut him off with a laugh.

The man stared at him as though he was unhinged but quickly realized his error when he turned to grin at him cockily.

"Wrong answer, Mister, but thanks for playing our game. Maybe I'll send you Hydra goons a conciliation prize later," he told the man cheerily before he exploded into action an adrenaline fueled grin on his face as he busted through the knot of troops he had noticed earlier. He caught sight of Fury's face as he sprinted down an alley and considered that Dum Dum might be right; he did seem to enjoy screwing with the Hydra scums' heads a little too much.

"I definitely don't seem to be good for their blood pressure," he mused quietly to himself as he grinned at the memory of Fury's expression as he had made his escape.

Hope you enjoyed. And for a bit of good news I do have several chapters already written for this and hope to write another tonight. :)