Sep — Roleplayer Guild

FORMER SOVIET PRISON // UNKNOWN LOCATION

????HRS.As the craft collided with the ice, the glass panels in the window burst, the metal beams buckling and breaking under the intense strain. Steve threw his hands up to protect his face, he felt the searing pain as his skin was cut by the shards of glass in what seemed like the thousands. He only felt this pain briefly however as the ice cold waters came pouring through the open cracks.

Using all his might he tried to stand himself up, pushing against the seemingly endless torrent. It pushed him back, colling with the pilot seat his entire body buckled and twisted. He gagged and coughed as he felt the water breach his mouth and nose. As his entire body became numb, and his lungs burned his last thoughts were off Peggy and the first dance they would never have.

Steve awoke with a gasp, taking what felt like his first breath of air in nearly a century. He shot up as he did so, there was a loud clang and jolt in his wrists. Trying to shake the fog from his mind he looked down to see that his wrists had been restrained, chained to the floor. Letting his right arm relax, he pulled with his left. Testing the tensity of the chain, groaning with the effort. 

The fog that seemed to cloud his mind also seemed to be infecting his limbs, letting his left arm rest he tried pulling the chain with his right. Again with no avail, his muscles seemed unresponsive and uncooperative. 

Trying to move his legs he found them similarly restrained, however they were restrained at both the knee and the ankle. Twisting his leg slightly he felt the discomfort, the slight stabbing pain, in behind his left knee. Even in his addled state Steve understood, as it was the only thing that made sense. His metabolism acted far too fast to be kept unresponsive by traditional drugs which realistically left two options. Use non-traditional drugs, which cost money. Or, continually pump new drugs into him faster than his body could work their way through.

Steve cast his eyes to the rest of the room, the bed was comfortable. Too comfortable, which let him know it was one of the infirmary beds. He struggled to focus, however the clean and austere decoration and layout of the room seemed to agree. It wasn't a very big room however, which meant one thing. He had pissed the warden off and was now in isolation. Even better Medical Isolation. 

Turning to the door as he heard the lock click he nodded to the Doctor as he entered with a clipboard. Going straight to a chair he grabbed it by the back and twisted it closer to Steves bed before taking a seat. Steve, however, was much more interested in the person who entered the room with the Doctor. Crimson red hair, she wore ill-fitting fatigues that rubbed against her body awkwardly. As if she was wearing something else beneath them. She didn't acknowledge him at all, instead walking to the corner of the room he propped herself up and sat on a counter against the back wall. 

"Have you been introduced to Miss Sokov yet Captain? Steve turned his attention back to the Doctor as he spoke.

Steve opened his mouth to speak. Shaking his head as he failed to form the words, until atleast one of them finally co-operated. "...No."

The Doctor merely smiled, that kindly patronising smile. "She is one of our many successes-" Steve had been in this prison, and seen enough people come and go to know that they very likely had a different definition of 'many'. "The warden wishes for you to remain in isolation, and the Red Guardian would like to repeatedly test your combat skills until you are no longer of use to us."

The Doctor looked up from his clipboard, tapping the top of it with his pen. "This would be a tremendous waste. Whether he would like to admit it or not, there is much Krylenko could learn from you- There was a slight snicker from 'Miss Sokov', while it drew Steves attention the Doctor merely ignored it. The longer he was awake, the more coherent he was becoming. He wasn't entirely sure if he was either being drugged less or if his being awake and increased heart rate was making it easier for his body to handle the chemicals.

'Miss Sokov' looked nonchalant and non-interested. Though there were subtle tells that Steve noticed when looking at her, indicating she had extensive training. Probably more than Krylenko. The angle she sat at, made it quick and easy for her to jump up. Especially with the way she was sat. He had no doubt if he was succesfully break his chains, she would be upon him before he knew what happened.

"-and there is much we do not yet understand about how Doctor Erskine managed to perfect the serum." The Doctor looked around, shiftily akin to that of a toddler telling a grown up a secret. "Our own could still use some work, yes?" He didn't wait for confirmation, before clapping his hand on his clipboard and standing up. "So until you can be trusted, and return to the perfect guest we have come to expect from you. Miss Sokov will be your personal guard. With fully authority to keep you in line, is that understood?"

Steve raised an eyebrow, but he nodded nonetheless. The Doctor chuckled.

"I am sure you are wondering how she could do such a thing- The two men looked over at her, and she merely smirked. Steve could have sworn her eyes turned red for a moment. "-Let us hope you never find out.

"Fine. Steve managed to croak between breaths.

"Ah interesting, the sedative is starting to wear off and-" He reached below the bed, and pulled up an IV bag that was still three quarters full. In fact now his head was clearer, he could faintly hear the pump working. "-there is still plenty left. It seems your metabolism is more effective than even I predicted. The Doctors pen clicked as he tucked himself behind his clipboard, scribbling down on his endless notes.

"Good to know I can still surprise you after all these years."

The Doctor nodded, the dryness Steve spoke in lost in translation. As the sedative wore off he could feel the heat and the pain from where Krylenko had struck him. Normally superficial wounds wouldn't take long to heal, no doubt the process had been slowed by whatever drug the Doctor had been pumping him full off. 

"Any and all new data is invaluable, not to speak ill of my predecessors however sometimes their methods were... lacking.

Steve tried to offer a rebuttal, but found himself incapable. 

"Anyway- The Doctor looked between Steve and 'Miss Sokov'. "-I will leave the two of you to get better acquainted. I have important work to do elsewhere." He turned to leave, and with a little 'ah' as he reached for the keypad on the door he turned back around to face Steve.

"The shield-

"Yeah?" Steve raised one innocent looking eyebrow. 

"I don't care much for trinkets, but the Warden and Colonel Krylenko are quite upset. Where did it go?"

Steve laughed, then fought back the feeling of nausea that followed. Not sure on what Sokov could do, he elected to not lie. 

"I have no idea, I was told the spell a long time ago. Told what to do if I ever needed help, and that the shield would find its way to said help. Steve risked a second chuckle. "Truthfully? I just hoped it would destroy it.
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