HYDRA. The horrific organisation you’d grown up in. Although you were only a teenager, you’d seen more than you should in your life. The constant training and torment became normal for you. For the past 6 months, you’d had a metal muzzle stuck on your face, restricting your ability to speak and only being fed by a mouldy feeding tube as a result of you trying to escape. The muzzle was no normal muzzle, any messing with it and it detonated, it had a specific way to be removed, and you didn’t know it.

That was until you were weak after a beating, and the base you were at got attacked. You ended up passing out and didn’t remember much.

You then awoke in a new bed, in new clothes, if you could call a hospital gown and grey sweatpants clothes, in a completely new environment. The muzzle was still on your face, which didn’t shock you, but you realised you’d gotten a new tube, which just confused you. You wasted no time to rip a different tube from your arm out, causing blood to pool out of it. You ignored it and got up to explore your new surroundings.