Don't tell me... [that you love me]

"Where's the Asset?!"
Silence. Two men and a woman in white clothes – probably sciencists – stood in front of a man wrapped in black, huge hood hiding his face.

"Where is HE?!," one of them screamed. Voice echoed throughout the room. The woman looked around, shaking her head casually. It was terribly dim, the air surrounded by a disgusting moisture. They stood in front of a steel chamber with iron belts which released cold fog. Cryogenic chamber. Beside it was a mass of computers and the wall behind it bore a sign of HYDRA.

"You lost him? He ran away? What the fuck happened here?," she asked calmly checking the cryo's belts. Those were ripped apart. Someone must have used all their strength to do this.

"…"

"For fuck sake, Rumlow! How could you let this happen?! It's the second time! Second time we're losing the Asset! What the fuck is wrong with you?! We told you to keep an eye on him! He was unstable!"

"He didn't run, he was too loyal for this. He was put down to sleep and little frozen... Someone took him. The cameras were damaged, I went to check on it and when I came back he wasn't here anymore." the man in black answered "I thought he would be safe. Five our agents were watching over him."

"There was no wipe. Can I ask why? We planned this on yesterday. The last happened more than a month ago, too long break."

"I've thought it won't be necessary. He's MY Asset and I don't want him to end up on The Chair too often."

"I suggest to stop thinking, Rumlow. It harms you. You're going to get him back, you understand?! You! Are! Bringing! Him! Back!"

"Absolutely."
When a committee of three scientists left the room, hooded man - Rumlow - bent over the computer's cryogenic panel. He sighed, looking at the inscription 'no object found.'

"I don't know where you are now... but I hope you're safe..."