Zemo raised a brow but otherwise made no movement or attempt to interrupt Sam’s ramblings. The Avenger’s sarcasm was not lost on the superior man, but Zemo cared little for Sam’s pitiful whining. The man was annoying, to be sure, but with the right stimulation, would prove to be a formidable pawn. Zemo enjoyed collecting pawns. Used in just the right way they could be most effective. Which is exactly why Sam had been brought here.
“The first thing we shall do is improve your speech. Vulgarities and indolent language such that you use is for the ignorant masses. Your English language holds so many words that do not get used because you and your country men are, for the most part, incredibly dull. If you are going to insult me further, Mr. Wilson, I would suggest you consult a dictionary and improve your intelligence beyond that of a four year old.”
He turned to the doctors, eyes flicking towards the wires attached to various electrodes placed in carefully selected positions across Sam’s body. Looking back to the lead doctor, hands still calmly tucked behind his back. “Start the procedure now, Doctor. Raise the shock value to level one to begin. We do not want to overly stimulate our guest too soon.”
One of the nurses opened her mouth to protest, but closed it. Zemo, catching the action, rolled his eyes in annoyance. Reaching to remove the small pistol at his side he raised it up and shot the nurse in the head. She dropped and the others stared wide eyed between her and Zemo. “Any other protestations, or can we proceed as I have instructed?”
“Hmm, give me a second while I come up with synonyms for “evil son-of-a-bitch,” Sam retorted sarcastically, “Villainous asshat, nefarious moron, detestable excuse for a human being... You know what, my sincerest apologies for not insulting you properly.” He rolled his eyes, trying not to let his anger get the better of him and failing spectacularly. “I don’t make a habit of wasting words on someone who attacks me or the people I care about. And you’ve already shown yourself to disregard every ounce of possible human decency, so pardon me for not choosing my insults more carefully.” He hated being talked to like a child, especially by Zemo, who it was clear, wasn’t going to acknowledge him at all and Sam was starting to think this was bigger than just a revenge ploy.
“Start the procedure now, Doctor. Raise the shock value to level one to begin. We do not want to overly stimulate our guest too soon.”
Oh shit. Not this again. Was Zemo just going to sit here and torture him? Did he think Sam was just going to break? "You know you’re not helping your whole “cliche villain” case,” Sam pointed out, almost to distract himself from his own thoughts. His head was spinning. There was a lot running through at the moment, the overwhelming element being that he was not going to get fucked around with by HYDRA or any HYDRA wannabe. Zemo might have unnerved him, but he was not going to break him, and Sam was certainly going to do whatever he could to make sure that didn’t happen. But there was no talking his way out of this now, which meant he needed a miracle or a stroke of luck and it was not looking good at the moment.
He didn’t say anything when the gun shot went off, or when the woman fell. And so it began, he thought, for the first time truly scared. He didn’t care if Zemo tortured him, he could hurt him all he wanted, but as soon as he started killing innocent people, there was no chance. “Don’t do that,” Sam began, his voice calm, and more steady than it had been in all of their conversation, “Whatever you want, whatever twisted plan you have, keep the bystanders out of it. If this is about Rogers, or the Avengers, keep it between us, but there’s no need for innocent lives to be lost.” Sam was grabbing at straws, but his tone was confident, “You know that more than most, I’m sure.”
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