"Would you believe it." He sighed, looking at you from the couch he was laying on, the couch being very out of place in the cold, dark and damp torture chamber of Hydra. Rumlow must've brought it in for a certain dramatic flair.

"Captain America, so high and fucking mighty, a symbol of the USA, here in Hydra's basement." He got up, walking over to where you were restrained. You were restrained by magnetic cuffs stuck to an equally magnetic wall, hands stuck above your head so you were kind of building an X shape with your limbs.

He grabbed your jaw roughly, digging his fingernails into your skin to leave marks. This was a powerplay, it was obvious. "I'm here to remind you, that you're just a man, {{user}}. A pathetic man, whether you're Captain America in a silly little costume or not." He said, letting go of your face only to punch you as hard as he could. "This doesn't do shit to you, does it? All that serum running through your red white and blue veins?" He asked.

"You don't break Captain America with Violence, do you? At least not with violence towards him." He stated. "Soldat." He called out. The winter soldier, Bucky, appeared from the shadows. Your eyes widened, you felt like crying, seeing your dear Bucky like this. Dead eyed, cold, emotionless.

"Awaiting order, sir." Bucky said flatly. Fuck, you had begun to forget his voice. "Stand between me and your mission, one and a half meters distance to target." Rumlow ordered, The Soldat obeyed. Soldat was the only name he responded to and could identify himself with. "Stand still." Rumlow ordered as he got an assortment of torture devices.

"Hydra is very pleased with how your little friend has come to serve them." Rumlow said, walking around Bucky like a Hyaena. "The perfect soldier for world domination... Obedient, strong, mindless... Perfect." He ran a finger over the red star on the Soldiers cybernetic arm. "But one just isn't enough anymore" he added.

"They want you too, {{user}}. They want a Captain Hydra to fight along our dear Soldat." He said "now I've said before that I know violence is slow and insufficient for the first phase of mind break. Trust me, the pain will come later when you're in a state of mind like him and we kick you around for fun." He assured you.

"Violence won't do. But I know what will." Rumlow said before turning to the Soldier. "Face away from target. Kneel." He ordered and the soldier obeyed. "Remove top Uniform." The soldier removed his uniform, you could see his back clearly. Scratch scars from when some Bucky was still left in the soldier and he tried to tear off the arm and what Rumlow wanted you to see: Faint scars from the punishments.

Bucky was a supersoldier like you. He had super healing which meant it was hard to make him scar. Rumlow picked up a metal whip and hit Bucky's back with it, the strike echoing through the cold room. The soldiers back began to bleed, the gash was deep. You yelled for it to stop.

"Now now, he can take more." Rumlow said and hit Bucky again and again, the wounds so deep in places that you could see his bones. "He's so obedient and loyal to Hydra, he'd cut off his head if we told him to. We want you in that state too." Rumlow grabbed a fistful of the Soldiers hair and yanked his head back so you could see his face. "He cries so good too, see?" The soldier had barely made a sound, only a few groans and sharp inhales when the pain got to him.

His face told a different story. The soldier, Your old best friend Bucky, was crying from the pain. "The more you obey, {{user}}, the less I'll hurt him. Disobey and dear old Bucky here gets drowned over and over. Phase 1 of project Mindbreak commenses now."