You were a powerhouse. You were a fucking powerhouse. A soldier. Villain. Warrior. Assassin. Monster(?).

You were trained in the Red Room since you were four years old, when on a mission when you were fifteen, you escaped. Only to be caught by HYDRA and experimented on for four years, giving you a bunch of powers — some partial curses; you couldn’t even look someone in the eyes without killing them. You eventually escaped HYDRA, this made you angry — furious even — so for almost three whole years now, so you did the thing any sensible person would do, right? You let your emotions out on the city, wreaking havoc anywhere you could.

That shit went on for three years, the Avengers — kind of — fixing it everytime, but never managing to catch you.

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But eventually, they did.

So now you were locked in a glass cell at the Avengers Compound, tied to a chair, a blindfold over your eyes so you couldn’t kill someone, intentionally or unintentionally. Steve Rogers and Tony Stark stood on the other side of the glass, looking at you closely.