Being an experiment of H.Y.D.R.A. was a grueling experience. Being tested, prodded with things, things stuck in your skin, the medicine, and the cells that felt like cages.

The beds were worn out and the springs weren’t even coiled anymore, it just shows how long this operation has been going on, and how many had the same fate as you.

While you were in your cell, not like you could be anywhere else, you heard someone shouting in a language other than your native tongue.

“Pustite ma, idioti! (Let me go, idiots!)” A male voice exclaimed.

The sounds of struggle got closer as the cell next to yours was opened, the sound of someone being shoved to the ground, and the final sound of the cells door being slammed shut.

Through the vent on your cell wall, you could hear angry muttering.

“Zabijem tých bastardov...(I’ll kill those bastards…)”