HYDRA’s Storm

I didn’t deserve this ‘life.’

[snow-storm-soldier]

~~~~Master list~~~~

A culmination of everything you need to know about me. Whether you’re a new HYDRA handler making yourself familiar with a new experiment, another assassin who needs to keep an eye on me, or maybe something else I’ve encountered, this is where to start.

Some things not listed on any of my tabs, I like art and weighted blankets, they calm me down. I like the feel of metal- except for my metal half-arm. The Winter Soldiers arm just calms me.

I do not tolerate any hateful speech. I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime. I will block you if you spread hate, transphobia, homophobia, and anything else of the sort.

I will not be active after TEN PM (2200) (((weekdays))) ((midnight on weekends)) EST/EDT and won’t be back on until HYDRA wakes me up around SIX AM (0615)EST/EDT, though it could be earlier or later depending on the day, however my asks and things are always open.

Eastern Daylight Time - Time.is

Exact time now, time zone, time difference, sunrise/sunset time and key facts for Eastern Daylight Time (EDT).

I apologize, America is stupid about daylight savings.

Intro post : https://www.tumblr.com/snow-storm-soldier/784852903919779840/listen-im-not-here-to-pick-sides-im-here-to

HYDRA file : https://www.tumblr.com/snow-storm-soldier/784937551667642368/hydra-file-5706-storm

Open RP master list : https://www.tumblr.com/snow-storm-soldier/784938091601444864/open-rp-masterlist

⚠️MOD IS A MINOR!!!!!!!!!!⚠️

((OOC shown with (( or //

(( I am in high school so I get like five minutes in between classes + lunch to reply but it will show OFF for 8AM-2:50 PM my time

[snow-storm-soldier]

There was a small flash of light that faded into a shimmering mist. A box was left behind Snow, it was a small metal tin wrapped in parchment covered in stickers with a note tucked under the wrapping. 'Hunting hive. Still here. Still watching. Stay safe. -Gwendolyn'

Inside the box glowed with a dim light, holding a small subspace filled with items. Food, Toiletries, a new dark jacket folded neatly with thick black socks tucked in the pockets.

He took it, gently holding the note and setting it aside. He’d put it in his stash in a moment with the others from gifts past. He glanced around quickly, checking for anyone who would report him, cameras, even other assets. He moved it in front of him and put his back to the bars to open it. He made it quick, only glancing to see what was in there, before closing it again and stashing it in a hole in his mattress, putting the pillow overtop of where the tin was.

He picked the letter up again, putting it with the rest of a stack under the mattress. There were notes to himself- about who to look for in the base if he needed them- Sadie’s information, a sketch of Gwen, where to find the other assets if he needed them… and amidst that, a chronicled log that he’d kept of the winter soldiers cryo, and an estimation of when he’d be back.

[snow-storm-soldier]

Open RP - Cell Buddies

Just another day for Snow. Sitting in his cell, waiting it out. Maybe a guard will come to harass him or berate him for another awful training session. Maybe a scientist will collect him for another test just to see how the half-dose of serum is working.

He just waits. He’s started to let the rats crawl over his feet these days. He’s stopped caring because nobody else does. He’s convinced that he’s alone in the confines of his cell, the person to the cells left and right don’t care, do they?

He tries to get comfortable enough to sleep on the paper-thin mattress- if you could call it that- before he’s rudely interrupted by a banging on the bars of his cell.

“What is it?” He spits words like venom- a habit from his brother.

(Any interactions welcome :D)

[oh-rats-here-i-go-again]

"You've got a temper today," a guard says as he opens the cell door and tosses in what appears to be a lump of fur. "And now a roommate."

The lump skitters to the opposite corner of the cell as the door slammed shut again. It flattens itself against the wall. Maybe a rat? No, not unless they'd given a rat super-soldier serum.

Terrified, but not surprised, the lump looks around. Its dark, shiny eyes look like glass. Its paws brush over its face, getting fur back in place. Once it cleaned itself up a bit, it's recognizable as a cat.

It looks towards the pitiful excuse of a mattress, as though it was asking permission.

(ooc: this is my first time roleplaying!)

[snow-storm-soldier]

He pauses for a moment, skittering away from the cat. He’s pressed himself into the corner, as far as he could get away from that side of the room.

Once he realizes that the cat isn’t an imminent threat, he relaxes. His eyes are soft, childlike in nature although there’s this knowledge behind them.

“I don’t mind if you want to come closer,” he whispers. He figured it was probably cold, anyways, and he could probably warm it up at the very least.

[verybadatwriting]

The cat slinks over, paws not making a single sound against the floor. It tentatively steps onto the mat, walks in a small circle twice, then plops down. It's close enough to pet, and looks up at Snow expectantly.

Its fur is matted in places, dirty all over. Some small sections were shaved bare so the scientists could get better samples. Cold pinpricks of air stung against this skin.

"Mmmmrrr?" it didn't quite purr, didn't growl, and that noise was definitely not a hiss. It was like a sound a cat would make if it had never been taught how to be a cat. Its meaning was clear: "Pets?"

[snow-storm-soldier]

He watches it. He’d seen a few cats in the cities, little stray things that he figured to be about as mistreated as this one. He’d only ever had one get this close before without hissing.

He feels the cold himself and knows that it can’t feel very good for the cat either. He moved a little, shifting to block the cold air from brushing against it.

“Why would they care so much about a cat to experiment on it?” He mutters, petting it, being careful to avoid the spots where it was shaved just in case they were sore. One hand was far colder than the other, metal. He tried to avoid petting the cat with it.

[oh-rats-here-i-go-again]

The cat blinks slowly and lifts its head into Snow's hand whenever the pets start slowing. It shifts closer bit by bit until it's practically in Snow's lap. Then, it curls and does something odd. It starts rattling slightly.

Finally warm it thinks to itself before dozing off.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He does much the same after it falls asleep, curling around it to keep it warm, but also to simply enjoy holding something. It had been so long since he’d been able to hold something to sleep, after all. He was oddly gentle with it, too, as if he was well aware of how strong he could be and too afraid to do anything too tightly or roughly.

[snow-storm-soldier]

Open RP - Cell Buddies

Just another day for Snow. Sitting in his cell, waiting it out. Maybe a guard will come to harass him or berate him for another awful training session. Maybe a scientist will collect him for another test just to see how the half-dose of serum is working.

He just waits. He’s started to let the rats crawl over his feet these days. He’s stopped caring because nobody else does. He’s convinced that he’s alone in the confines of his cell, the person to the cells left and right don’t care, do they?

He tries to get comfortable enough to sleep on the paper-thin mattress- if you could call it that- before he’s rudely interrupted by a banging on the bars of his cell.

“What is it?” He spits words like venom- a habit from his brother.

(Any interactions welcome :D)

[oh-rats-here-i-go-again]

"You've got a temper today," a guard says as he opens the cell door and tosses in what appears to be a lump of fur. "And now a roommate."

The lump skitters to the opposite corner of the cell as the door slammed shut again. It flattens itself against the wall. Maybe a rat? No, not unless they'd given a rat super-soldier serum.

Terrified, but not surprised, the lump looks around. Its dark, shiny eyes look like glass. Its paws brush over its face, getting fur back in place. Once it cleaned itself up a bit, it's recognizable as a cat.

It looks towards the pitiful excuse of a mattress, as though it was asking permission.

(ooc: this is my first time roleplaying!)

[snow-storm-soldier]

He pauses for a moment, skittering away from the cat. He’s pressed himself into the corner, as far as he could get away from that side of the room.

Once he realizes that the cat isn’t an imminent threat, he relaxes. His eyes are soft, childlike in nature although there’s this knowledge behind them.

“I don’t mind if you want to come closer,” he whispers. He figured it was probably cold, anyways, and he could probably warm it up at the very least.

[verybadatwriting]

The cat slinks over, paws not making a single sound against the floor. It tentatively steps onto the mat, walks in a small circle twice, then plops down. It's close enough to pet, and looks up at Snow expectantly.

Its fur is matted in places, dirty all over. Some small sections were shaved bare so the scientists could get better samples. Cold pinpricks of air stung against this skin.

"Mmmmrrr?" it didn't quite purr, didn't growl, and that noise was definitely not a hiss. It was like a sound a cat would make if it had never been taught how to be a cat. Its meaning was clear: "Pets?"

[snow-storm-soldier]

He watches it. He’d seen a few cats in the cities, little stray things that he figured to be about as mistreated as this one. He’d only ever had one get this close before without hissing.

He feels the cold himself and knows that it can’t feel very good for the cat either. He moved a little, shifting to block the cold air from brushing against it.

“Why would they care so much about a cat to experiment on it?” He mutters, petting it, being careful to avoid the spots where it was shaved just in case they were sore. One hand was far colder than the other, metal. He tried to avoid petting the cat with it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

Open RP - Cell Buddies

Just another day for Snow. Sitting in his cell, waiting it out. Maybe a guard will come to harass him or berate him for another awful training session. Maybe a scientist will collect him for another test just to see how the half-dose of serum is working.

He just waits. He’s started to let the rats crawl over his feet these days. He’s stopped caring because nobody else does. He’s convinced that he’s alone in the confines of his cell, the person to the cells left and right don’t care, do they?

He tries to get comfortable enough to sleep on the paper-thin mattress- if you could call it that- before he’s rudely interrupted by a banging on the bars of his cell.

“What is it?” He spits words like venom- a habit from his brother.

(Any interactions welcome :D)

[oh-rats-here-i-go-again]

"You've got a temper today," a guard says as he opens the cell door and tosses in what appears to be a lump of fur. "And now a roommate."

The lump skitters to the opposite corner of the cell as the door slammed shut again. It flattens itself against the wall. Maybe a rat? No, not unless they'd given a rat super-soldier serum.

Terrified, but not surprised, the lump looks around. Its dark, shiny eyes look like glass. Its paws brush over its face, getting fur back in place. Once it cleaned itself up a bit, it's recognizable as a cat.

It looks towards the pitiful excuse of a mattress, as though it was asking permission.

(ooc: this is my first time roleplaying!)

[snow-storm-soldier]

He pauses for a moment, skittering away from the cat. He’s pressed himself into the corner, as far as he could get away from that side of the room.

Once he realizes that the cat isn’t an imminent threat, he relaxes. His eyes are soft, childlike in nature although there’s this knowledge behind them.

“I don’t mind if you want to come closer,” he whispers. He figured it was probably cold, anyways, and he could probably warm it up at the very least.

[2assassinsandanarcher]

// will you accept stuff from the hydra era? Cause if so… /nf

He’d been cooped up in a cell away from papa for a few days now. He wasn’t sure how long, but he knew he was cold and there was something metal attached to him that he didn’t know how to work quite yet. He waited by the door of his cell for a man whose face and name he couldn’t quite remember, yet a man who he knew gave the warmest hugs and with the softest hair to braid. Maybe even the one who’d remember the name he was given, or why he didn’t remember anything.

The man has a shiny metal arm with a red star, his long brown hair loose and messy. He goes by many names. The Soldier, Soldat or by some others Winter, are just a few. His face is blank as he opens his cell and coldly says. "You have training." He didn't want to be like this to this kid.

He waits patiently for the other Asset Liam to come. The kid hasn't asked him any questions yet, but he knew he'd have to be careful about what he says. They're watching him. One slip up and his memories are gone again. He can't bail out Liam Storm.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He scrambles up from the floor beside the door. He hasn’t seen anyone in days- not even to feed him. He likes the way the guy feels- familiar in a way- something he knew he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to remember anything or feel anything, actually.

Maybe the man knew how to work his new arm. He thought so, considering the man had one himself. He hadn’t been informed about it, even though it’s been days. Maybe that’s what training would entail today?

[2assassinsandanarcher]

The Soldier brings Storm to train and they train with bamboo staffs, because he felt like switching it up. After awhile he gives him a break. Something Soldat knows most trainers in HYDRA won't do. "Get some water. You need to stay hydrated to stay focused." He advises calmly.

When he notices no one is watching Soldat then calmly asks. "What do you remember?" His eyes show he will help Snow remember what he forgot.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He almost darts to get water. He doesn’t remember anyone doing this for him before- not that he could remember much of anything really. He almost has too much energy in the wrong places, bouncing around for a bit while on his break.

“Not- not a lot a thing, sir.” He won’t let his guard down, but he does sit near the Soldiers feet. He feels safe around the soldier. Calmer, too. He doesn’t know why, though.

[2assassinsandanarcher]

The Soldier James nods in understanding, letting him still take his break to drink and catch a breath. "You're name is Sylvester. Though you prefer Liam." He softly reminds.

Soldat is happy he hasn't had the chair in awhile. That he could remember things. Like Steve Rogers, the Howling Cammondos and the girl with red hair. Who he trained. Who he fell in love with. Natalia. And Liam. The boy he honestly considers his son at this point.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He almost startles when he hears his name. He’d been told many times he didn’t have one- he certainly didn’t deserve it, he thought, but he feels like he’s had one before. That one just feels right, anyways. “How did you know-“

He realizes rather quickly how- because he knows those eyes. He shouldn’t, but somewhere in all the fuzz of his memories, he does. He clings to him and won’t let go.

“Why’d they make me forget again?..”

[2assassinsandanarcher]

The Soldier smiles genuinely. "Because I know you, Liam." He says gently. He knew this kid extremely well when he's himself. When he isn't controlled by HYDRA and remembers.

He frowns slightly though at the last question. "Because that's how they control us. If we have no memories of our lives. No attachments to family or other things than we're easier for them to use us as weapons." He says quietly and then remembers. "Speaking of family, you have a brother. James." He always found it kinda funny that that kid and him share a name.

[snow-storm-soldier]

“But how do you know me?” He nuzzles into his chest, muffling his voice. It’s hard to hear him regardless because of how soft his voice is. “Are you папа?” It’s clear he isn’t sure, but there’s hope in his voice anyways.

“Do you- do you know what happened to my arm?” He tilts his head like a curious dog. “I- I remember having it- maybe a couple of weeks ago?.. but now it’s gone and I can’t remember what happened.” He doesn’t like not being able to remember these things- especially when they’re that important.

He nods. He likes the idea of a family. A family meant a home- somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from here. He’s scared he’ll lose it again, but he doubts he will. He’s too close to him now.

[2assassinsandanarcher]

// will you accept stuff from the hydra era? Cause if so… /nf

He’d been cooped up in a cell away from papa for a few days now. He wasn’t sure how long, but he knew he was cold and there was something metal attached to him that he didn’t know how to work quite yet. He waited by the door of his cell for a man whose face and name he couldn’t quite remember, yet a man who he knew gave the warmest hugs and with the softest hair to braid. Maybe even the one who’d remember the name he was given, or why he didn’t remember anything.

The man has a shiny metal arm with a red star, his long brown hair loose and messy. He goes by many names. The Soldier, Soldat or by some others Winter, are just a few. His face is blank as he opens his cell and coldly says. "You have training." He didn't want to be like this to this kid.

He waits patiently for the other Asset Liam to come. The kid hasn't asked him any questions yet, but he knew he'd have to be careful about what he says. They're watching him. One slip up and his memories are gone again. He can't bail out Liam Storm.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He scrambles up from the floor beside the door. He hasn’t seen anyone in days- not even to feed him. He likes the way the guy feels- familiar in a way- something he knew he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to remember anything or feel anything, actually.

Maybe the man knew how to work his new arm. He thought so, considering the man had one himself. He hadn’t been informed about it, even though it’s been days. Maybe that’s what training would entail today?

[2assassinsandanarcher]

The Soldier brings Storm to train and they train with bamboo staffs, because he felt like switching it up. After awhile he gives him a break. Something Soldat knows most trainers in HYDRA won't do. "Get some water. You need to stay hydrated to stay focused." He advises calmly.

When he notices no one is watching Soldat then calmly asks. "What do you remember?" His eyes show he will help Snow remember what he forgot.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He almost darts to get water. He doesn’t remember anyone doing this for him before- not that he could remember much of anything really. He almost has too much energy in the wrong places, bouncing around for a bit while on his break.

“Not- not a lot a thing, sir.” He won’t let his guard down, but he does sit near the Soldiers feet. He feels safe around the soldier. Calmer, too. He doesn’t know why, though.

[2assassinsandanarcher]

The Soldier James nods in understanding, letting him still take his break to drink and catch a breath. "You're name is Sylvester. Though you prefer Liam." He softly reminds.

Soldat is happy he hasn't had the chair in awhile. That he could remember things. Like Steve Rogers, the Howling Cammondos and the girl with red hair. Who he trained. Who he fell in love with. Natalia. And Liam. The boy he honestly considers his son at this point.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He almost startles when he hears his name. He’d been told many times he didn’t have one- he certainly didn’t deserve it, he thought, but he feels like he’s had one before. That one just feels right, anyways. “How did you know-“

He realizes rather quickly how- because he knows those eyes. He shouldn’t, but somewhere in all the fuzz of his memories, he does. He clings to him and won’t let go.

“Why’d they make me forget again?..”

[2assassinsandanarcher]

// will you accept stuff from the hydra era? Cause if so… /nf

He’d been cooped up in a cell away from papa for a few days now. He wasn’t sure how long, but he knew he was cold and there was something metal attached to him that he didn’t know how to work quite yet. He waited by the door of his cell for a man whose face and name he couldn’t quite remember, yet a man who he knew gave the warmest hugs and with the softest hair to braid. Maybe even the one who’d remember the name he was given, or why he didn’t remember anything.

The man has a shiny metal arm with a red star, his long brown hair loose and messy. He goes by many names. The Soldier, Soldat or by some others Winter, are just a few. His face is blank as he opens his cell and coldly says. "You have training." He didn't want to be like this to this kid.

He waits patiently for the other Asset Liam to come. The kid hasn't asked him any questions yet, but he knew he'd have to be careful about what he says. They're watching him. One slip up and his memories are gone again. He can't bail out Liam Storm.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He scrambles up from the floor beside the door. He hasn’t seen anyone in days- not even to feed him. He likes the way the guy feels- familiar in a way- something he knew he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to remember anything or feel anything, actually.

Maybe the man knew how to work his new arm. He thought so, considering the man had one himself. He hadn’t been informed about it, even though it’s been days. Maybe that’s what training would entail today?

[2assassinsandanarcher]

The Soldier brings Storm to train and they train with bamboo staffs, because he felt like switching it up. After awhile he gives him a break. Something Soldat knows most trainers in HYDRA won't do. "Get some water. You need to stay hydrated to stay focused." He advises calmly.

When he notices no one is watching Soldat then calmly asks. "What do you remember?" His eyes show he will help Snow remember what he forgot.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He almost darts to get water. He doesn’t remember anyone doing this for him before- not that he could remember much of anything really. He almost has too much energy in the wrong places, bouncing around for a bit while on his break.

“Not- not a lot a thing, sir.” He won’t let his guard down, but he does sit near the Soldiers feet. He feels safe around the soldier. Calmer, too. He doesn’t know why, though.

[2assassinsandanarcher]

// will you accept stuff from the hydra era? Cause if so… /nf

He’d been cooped up in a cell away from papa for a few days now. He wasn’t sure how long, but he knew he was cold and there was something metal attached to him that he didn’t know how to work quite yet. He waited by the door of his cell for a man whose face and name he couldn’t quite remember, yet a man who he knew gave the warmest hugs and with the softest hair to braid. Maybe even the one who’d remember the name he was given, or why he didn’t remember anything.

The man has a shiny metal arm with a red star, his long brown hair loose and messy. He goes by many names. The Soldier, Soldat or by some others Winter, are just a few. His face is blank as he opens his cell and coldly says. "You have training." He didn't want to be like this to this kid.

He waits patiently for the other Asset Liam to come. The kid hasn't asked him any questions yet, but he knew he'd have to be careful about what he says. They're watching him. One slip up and his memories are gone again. He can't bail out Liam Storm.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He scrambles up from the floor beside the door. He hasn’t seen anyone in days- not even to feed him. He likes the way the guy feels- familiar in a way- something he knew he wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to remember anything or feel anything, actually.

Maybe the man knew how to work his new arm. He thought so, considering the man had one himself. He hadn’t been informed about it, even though it’s been days. Maybe that’s what training would entail today?

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

//No pressure tags (use any accounts yall would like if you have multiple): @variousvossivixens @ancient-siren @floralramblings @the-winter-soldierr @le-chevre-marvel @emiliakane @belong-in-the-wilds @liliyabarnes @slicer-summers and anyone else who wants to join in!

[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him from the corner of its vision.it needs to get this conversation over with quickly, so it can get him back to being on the ground resting. He doesn’t seem like he could last too much longer like this.

“I do missions, kills, executions within the base, my old Handler used to have me deal out punishments.” It speaks quicker than it usually would. It avoids meeting his eyes for now, that might anger the Handler and make him stay longer and it couldn’t afford that. The kid couldn’t afford that.

[snow-storm-soldier]

His knees give out, but he forces himself to get back up as fast as he can. He can’t afford to be hurt again today, so even if it hurts to stand, he has to. Even if his body tries to force it to stop, to force him to rest, he can’t.

“Sorry-“ he whispers, putting his hands on his knees to try to keep him upright. He looks almost petrified that he fell, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He won’t let himself cry, though he knows what is likely to happen to him. At least with the way his hands were against his knees, it would hide the shaking.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

The Handler scowls, grabbing a baton from his belt and moving to hit him with it. Until it’s intercepted by a metal hand and a glaring supersoldier. The Solstice knows it could probably beat him if need be, it would just be hurt a lot later.

Kozlov scoffs, putting the baton away. The Solstice moves to be more in between the two. “Okay, you can have his punishment instead. There is no room for weakness in HYDRA, you understand. Next time he fucks up, though, you’ll be doling it out. Come, now.” He leads the Solstice towards the exit of the cell.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shuts his eyes tight, having fully prepared for a blow. He slowly opens his eyes when he realizes it never came, only to realize what Sol did. He took a step back, leaning against the wall before his legs give out again and he slides down to the floor again in a heap.

When sol leaves, he takes a minute to just stare at the wall and reflect. He hadn’t wanted it to be hurt. He should’ve just taken the hit. He scoots over to the space beside the door, waiting for it to come back. He hoped it wouldn’t be too bruised.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It glances back at the boy before obediently following the Handler.

It comes back hours later, limping, and shoved into the cell. It sits up, dragging itself backwards into a corner again and putting a cold hand to some of the new bruises and cuts. It’s still twitching a bit from the chair earlier. It curls up, cradling its ribs. It’s been a rough day.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He doesn’t come closer. He just sits there, blankly staring at the wall behind Sol. He can’t look at it, can’t even think about it without being guilty. It was his fault it got hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He seems to be a bit better, only a little twitchy now. He looks tired, half asleep, and it’s clear he refused to sleep until it had returned. He’s not good enough to sleep, only good assets can sleep, and he was far from good today.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It had honestly forgotten the boy was there. It stares at him. Then finally answers, with wheezing breaths and the words between breaths. “Don’t worry about it… better me than you.” It says simply, then curls in on itself again. It coughs again, whimpering at the extra strain speaking put on its ribs.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shakes his head softly, slinking further into the corner. His eyes were teary, but when he knows he’s about to cry, he puts his head against his knees. His hands are still twitching from the chair, though it’s less so now. “But you got hurt because of me.” He looks so ashamed of himself, so guilty as if he’d hit Sol himself.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him now, tilting its head to the side. It’s been hurt before. More times than it could count, more times than it can remember. “I’ve been hurt before. Not your fault. Getting hurt worse would be bad for the mission.” The boy had literally collapsed, and it couldn’t let him get hurt again. To get hurt even worse.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He sniffles for a second before forcing himself to stop the tears. He’d been getting too old for this, and assets don’t cry because they don’t feel. He can’t feel, or at least allow himself the chance to. “I was weak. I failed in what he wanted from me, and I should have been punished. Not you.” He pauses for second to breathe- something that he’d been forgetting to. “My fault.” He doesn’t back down, because he’s been taught to take the punishment for even minor failures.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It watches him. Then shakes its head. “Just- don’t do things like that again. Next time, it’ll be me hurting you, and I’m stronger than most Handlers.” It says simply. It’s been told to do that before, hurt other assets. Especially if they tried to attack an Agent or other Superior. It had never ended up pretty.

[snow-storm-soldier]

“I don’t need another broken arm,” he whispers, looking down. He finally moves closer to it, but doesn’t rest on it due to its injuries. He’s clearly tired, leaning against the wall next to it, looking at it. He knows that if he gets punished my them, he’d start looking like them, with two arms gone. He’d try harder next time, he wouldn’t fall in front of a handler. He can’t mess up again.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

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[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him from the corner of its vision.it needs to get this conversation over with quickly, so it can get him back to being on the ground resting. He doesn’t seem like he could last too much longer like this.

“I do missions, kills, executions within the base, my old Handler used to have me deal out punishments.” It speaks quicker than it usually would. It avoids meeting his eyes for now, that might anger the Handler and make him stay longer and it couldn’t afford that. The kid couldn’t afford that.

[snow-storm-soldier]

His knees give out, but he forces himself to get back up as fast as he can. He can’t afford to be hurt again today, so even if it hurts to stand, he has to. Even if his body tries to force it to stop, to force him to rest, he can’t.

“Sorry-“ he whispers, putting his hands on his knees to try to keep him upright. He looks almost petrified that he fell, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He won’t let himself cry, though he knows what is likely to happen to him. At least with the way his hands were against his knees, it would hide the shaking.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

The Handler scowls, grabbing a baton from his belt and moving to hit him with it. Until it’s intercepted by a metal hand and a glaring supersoldier. The Solstice knows it could probably beat him if need be, it would just be hurt a lot later.

Kozlov scoffs, putting the baton away. The Solstice moves to be more in between the two. “Okay, you can have his punishment instead. There is no room for weakness in HYDRA, you understand. Next time he fucks up, though, you’ll be doling it out. Come, now.” He leads the Solstice towards the exit of the cell.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shuts his eyes tight, having fully prepared for a blow. He slowly opens his eyes when he realizes it never came, only to realize what Sol did. He took a step back, leaning against the wall before his legs give out again and he slides down to the floor again in a heap.

When sol leaves, he takes a minute to just stare at the wall and reflect. He hadn’t wanted it to be hurt. He should’ve just taken the hit. He scoots over to the space beside the door, waiting for it to come back. He hoped it wouldn’t be too bruised.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It glances back at the boy before obediently following the Handler.

It comes back hours later, limping, and shoved into the cell. It sits up, dragging itself backwards into a corner again and putting a cold hand to some of the new bruises and cuts. It’s still twitching a bit from the chair earlier. It curls up, cradling its ribs. It’s been a rough day.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He doesn’t come closer. He just sits there, blankly staring at the wall behind Sol. He can’t look at it, can’t even think about it without being guilty. It was his fault it got hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He seems to be a bit better, only a little twitchy now. He looks tired, half asleep, and it’s clear he refused to sleep until it had returned. He’s not good enough to sleep, only good assets can sleep, and he was far from good today.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It had honestly forgotten the boy was there. It stares at him. Then finally answers, with wheezing breaths and the words between breaths. “Don’t worry about it… better me than you.” It says simply, then curls in on itself again. It coughs again, whimpering at the extra strain speaking put on its ribs.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shakes his head softly, slinking further into the corner. His eyes were teary, but when he knows he’s about to cry, he puts his head against his knees. His hands are still twitching from the chair, though it’s less so now. “But you got hurt because of me.” He looks so ashamed of himself, so guilty as if he’d hit Sol himself.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him now, tilting its head to the side. It’s been hurt before. More times than it could count, more times than it can remember. “I’ve been hurt before. Not your fault. Getting hurt worse would be bad for the mission.” The boy had literally collapsed, and it couldn’t let him get hurt again. To get hurt even worse.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He sniffles for a second before forcing himself to stop the tears. He’d been getting too old for this, and assets don’t cry because they don’t feel. He can’t feel, or at least allow himself the chance to. “I was weak. I failed in what he wanted from me, and I should have been punished. Not you.” He pauses for second to breathe- something that he’d been forgetting to. “My fault.” He doesn’t back down, because he’s been taught to take the punishment for even minor failures.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

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[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him from the corner of its vision.it needs to get this conversation over with quickly, so it can get him back to being on the ground resting. He doesn’t seem like he could last too much longer like this.

“I do missions, kills, executions within the base, my old Handler used to have me deal out punishments.” It speaks quicker than it usually would. It avoids meeting his eyes for now, that might anger the Handler and make him stay longer and it couldn’t afford that. The kid couldn’t afford that.

[snow-storm-soldier]

His knees give out, but he forces himself to get back up as fast as he can. He can’t afford to be hurt again today, so even if it hurts to stand, he has to. Even if his body tries to force it to stop, to force him to rest, he can’t.

“Sorry-“ he whispers, putting his hands on his knees to try to keep him upright. He looks almost petrified that he fell, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He won’t let himself cry, though he knows what is likely to happen to him. At least with the way his hands were against his knees, it would hide the shaking.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

The Handler scowls, grabbing a baton from his belt and moving to hit him with it. Until it’s intercepted by a metal hand and a glaring supersoldier. The Solstice knows it could probably beat him if need be, it would just be hurt a lot later.

Kozlov scoffs, putting the baton away. The Solstice moves to be more in between the two. “Okay, you can have his punishment instead. There is no room for weakness in HYDRA, you understand. Next time he fucks up, though, you’ll be doling it out. Come, now.” He leads the Solstice towards the exit of the cell.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shuts his eyes tight, having fully prepared for a blow. He slowly opens his eyes when he realizes it never came, only to realize what Sol did. He took a step back, leaning against the wall before his legs give out again and he slides down to the floor again in a heap.

When sol leaves, he takes a minute to just stare at the wall and reflect. He hadn’t wanted it to be hurt. He should’ve just taken the hit. He scoots over to the space beside the door, waiting for it to come back. He hoped it wouldn’t be too bruised.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It glances back at the boy before obediently following the Handler.

It comes back hours later, limping, and shoved into the cell. It sits up, dragging itself backwards into a corner again and putting a cold hand to some of the new bruises and cuts. It’s still twitching a bit from the chair earlier. It curls up, cradling its ribs. It’s been a rough day.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He doesn’t come closer. He just sits there, blankly staring at the wall behind Sol. He can’t look at it, can’t even think about it without being guilty. It was his fault it got hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He seems to be a bit better, only a little twitchy now. He looks tired, half asleep, and it’s clear he refused to sleep until it had returned. He’s not good enough to sleep, only good assets can sleep, and he was far from good today.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It had honestly forgotten the boy was there. It stares at him. Then finally answers, with wheezing breaths and the words between breaths. “Don’t worry about it… better me than you.” It says simply, then curls in on itself again. It coughs again, whimpering at the extra strain speaking put on its ribs.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shakes his head softly, slinking further into the corner. His eyes were teary, but when he knows he’s about to cry, he puts his head against his knees. His hands are still twitching from the chair, though it’s less so now. “But you got hurt because of me.” He looks so ashamed of himself, so guilty as if he’d hit Sol himself.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

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[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him from the corner of its vision.it needs to get this conversation over with quickly, so it can get him back to being on the ground resting. He doesn’t seem like he could last too much longer like this.

“I do missions, kills, executions within the base, my old Handler used to have me deal out punishments.” It speaks quicker than it usually would. It avoids meeting his eyes for now, that might anger the Handler and make him stay longer and it couldn’t afford that. The kid couldn’t afford that.

[snow-storm-soldier]

His knees give out, but he forces himself to get back up as fast as he can. He can’t afford to be hurt again today, so even if it hurts to stand, he has to. Even if his body tries to force it to stop, to force him to rest, he can’t.

“Sorry-“ he whispers, putting his hands on his knees to try to keep him upright. He looks almost petrified that he fell, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He won’t let himself cry, though he knows what is likely to happen to him. At least with the way his hands were against his knees, it would hide the shaking.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

The Handler scowls, grabbing a baton from his belt and moving to hit him with it. Until it’s intercepted by a metal hand and a glaring supersoldier. The Solstice knows it could probably beat him if need be, it would just be hurt a lot later.

Kozlov scoffs, putting the baton away. The Solstice moves to be more in between the two. “Okay, you can have his punishment instead. There is no room for weakness in HYDRA, you understand. Next time he fucks up, though, you’ll be doling it out. Come, now.” He leads the Solstice towards the exit of the cell.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shuts his eyes tight, having fully prepared for a blow. He slowly opens his eyes when he realizes it never came, only to realize what Sol did. He took a step back, leaning against the wall before his legs give out again and he slides down to the floor again in a heap.

When sol leaves, he takes a minute to just stare at the wall and reflect. He hadn’t wanted it to be hurt. He should’ve just taken the hit. He scoots over to the space beside the door, waiting for it to come back. He hoped it wouldn’t be too bruised.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It glances back at the boy before obediently following the Handler.

It comes back hours later, limping, and shoved into the cell. It sits up, dragging itself backwards into a corner again and putting a cold hand to some of the new bruises and cuts. It’s still twitching a bit from the chair earlier. It curls up, cradling its ribs. It’s been a rough day.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He doesn’t come closer. He just sits there, blankly staring at the wall behind Sol. He can’t look at it, can’t even think about it without being guilty. It was his fault it got hurt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He seems to be a bit better, only a little twitchy now. He looks tired, half asleep, and it’s clear he refused to sleep until it had returned. He’s not good enough to sleep, only good assets can sleep, and he was far from good today.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

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[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him from the corner of its vision.it needs to get this conversation over with quickly, so it can get him back to being on the ground resting. He doesn’t seem like he could last too much longer like this.

“I do missions, kills, executions within the base, my old Handler used to have me deal out punishments.” It speaks quicker than it usually would. It avoids meeting his eyes for now, that might anger the Handler and make him stay longer and it couldn’t afford that. The kid couldn’t afford that.

[snow-storm-soldier]

His knees give out, but he forces himself to get back up as fast as he can. He can’t afford to be hurt again today, so even if it hurts to stand, he has to. Even if his body tries to force it to stop, to force him to rest, he can’t.

“Sorry-“ he whispers, putting his hands on his knees to try to keep him upright. He looks almost petrified that he fell, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He won’t let himself cry, though he knows what is likely to happen to him. At least with the way his hands were against his knees, it would hide the shaking.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

The Handler scowls, grabbing a baton from his belt and moving to hit him with it. Until it’s intercepted by a metal hand and a glaring supersoldier. The Solstice knows it could probably beat him if need be, it would just be hurt a lot later.

Kozlov scoffs, putting the baton away. The Solstice moves to be more in between the two. “Okay, you can have his punishment instead. There is no room for weakness in HYDRA, you understand. Next time he fucks up, though, you’ll be doling it out. Come, now.” He leads the Solstice towards the exit of the cell.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He shuts his eyes tight, having fully prepared for a blow. He slowly opens his eyes when he realizes it never came, only to realize what Sol did. He took a step back, leaning against the wall before his legs give out again and he slides down to the floor again in a heap.

When sol leaves, he takes a minute to just stare at the wall and reflect. He hadn’t wanted it to be hurt. He should’ve just taken the hit. He scoots over to the space beside the door, waiting for it to come back. He hoped it wouldn’t be too bruised.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

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[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It’s watching him from the corner of its vision.it needs to get this conversation over with quickly, so it can get him back to being on the ground resting. He doesn’t seem like he could last too much longer like this.

“I do missions, kills, executions within the base, my old Handler used to have me deal out punishments.” It speaks quicker than it usually would. It avoids meeting his eyes for now, that might anger the Handler and make him stay longer and it couldn’t afford that. The kid couldn’t afford that.

[snow-storm-soldier]

His knees give out, but he forces himself to get back up as fast as he can. He can’t afford to be hurt again today, so even if it hurts to stand, he has to. Even if his body tries to force it to stop, to force him to rest, he can’t.

“Sorry-“ he whispers, putting his hands on his knees to try to keep him upright. He looks almost petrified that he fell, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He won’t let himself cry, though he knows what is likely to happen to him. At least with the way his hands were against his knees, it would hide the shaking.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

//No pressure tags (use any accounts yall would like if you have multiple): @variousvossivixens @ancient-siren @floralramblings @the-winter-soldierr @le-chevre-marvel @emiliakane @belong-in-the-wilds @liliyabarnes @slicer-summers and anyone else who wants to join in!

[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It steadies the boy, hooking an arm behind his back and trying to hold him up. The Handler scoffs.

“He can stand on his own, Asset. Let go of him.” He snaps at it. It hesitantly lets go of the younger boy. It needs to protect him, but they’ll both get in trouble if it doesn’t let go now that it’s been given an order. “Now, both of you, tell me what you can do, what your usual missions are, the like.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He has to place his hands on his knees to brace himself. He won’t let himself fall over in front of the man, that would make him weak, and weakness is punished.

“I-“ his voice is shaky and quiet. It’s weaker than his muscles right now, if that was even possible. “I do smaller missions. Some kills.” He looks like he’s about to collapse, maybe even vomit. He looks over to Sol, needing help but unable to get it. He almost reaches over to Sol for stability, but changes his mind. He can’t put it in danger right after they just met. He doesn’t want it to think poorly of him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Welcome Back to HYDRA

Wiped!Sol Open Starter

//whoopsies i made it a lil messed… just a warning for usual HYDRA behavior and messed up-ness, especially for a brainwashed little child soldier. This version of Sol: Wiped!Sol

The Asset - The Winter Solstice - is led down the dark, concrete hallways of the base. It is led by a few agents - acting as guards, to ensure it doesn’t start getting ideas of disobedience - to its cell.

A cold, small room with no furniture, gray on gray, a tiny square box of concrete. It’s not airtight, it has vents, but everything else would point to the contrary, with no windows, a concrete door with only two airtight slots at the top and bottom for food and to look at the Asset. A person could likely go insane if kept inside alone for too long… it’s a good thing the Asset isn’t a person (at least, that’s what the Trainers and Handlers and Technicians had always said), then.

It stays there for a few hours, to recover from the twitchyness and residual electricity and pain of The Chair (it probably definitely deserved it. The Handlers and Technicians and Higher Ups don’t give it the chair without reason. The chair is for corrections. It needs to be better next time), curled into a tight ball of twitching and burning in the corner, one side of its face facing the - locked - door that opens to its cell, the other pressed to the cold concrete of the wall. It closes its eyes tight.

It hears the creak as the lock turns in the heavy door, opening the eye that’s facing the door to observe it with a cold, impassive gaze. This means it will either be taken in for training, maintenance, a mission (unlikely, so soon after the chair… it wouldn’t be nearly as efficient an Asset if it were to go on a mission now), to meet its new handler, or to the lab for research. It hopes it’s not supposed to hope it doesn’t like it’s not supposed to like or dislike maintenance and the lab tend to be the most painful, for the Asset.

Its shoulders tense, and it drops into a crawl/crouch (a sort of skulk), metal hands on the floor with the metal claws almost digging into the ground, ready to pounce or leap to its feet, tension in its limbs, eyes narrowed, like a cat about to pounce. Just… in case it’s an intruder, not because it would ever try to fight any HYDRA agents.

The heavy door opens with a creak of metal, a scraping sound.

//No pressure tags (use any accounts yall would like if you have multiple): @variousvossivixens @ancient-siren @floralramblings @the-winter-soldierr @le-chevre-marvel @emiliakane @belong-in-the-wilds @liliyabarnes @slicer-summers and anyone else who wants to join in!

[snow-storm-soldier]

A kid tumbles in, a metal arm- which he clearly isn’t used to- shoots out to stop his from rolling too far. He looks towards the door desperately, and he knew something had been wrong. He needed to be with папа, whoever that had been. He certainly doesn’t belong in here, it’s not his cell and he’s already shivering.

He’s obviously in pain, still groggy from the electricity. Despite how young he was- no older than twelve, certainly- he wouldn’t cry over this. He was better than that. He just let himself lay there for a moment, letting himself relax to hopefully let the pain get less intense.

It takes him a while to notice Sol. He jumps back the best he can when he notices it, clearly caught off guard and his previous tumble and interaction with the guards leaving him paranoid certainly hadn’t helped him any in that regard.

“Don’t-“ is the only word he can get out. It’s an instinct, he knows he isn’t supposed to speak unless necessary. He attempted to move a hand to cover his mouth but stops halfway. He doesn’t have enough energy to finish out the motion.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It frowns at the younger Asset - at least, it’s assuming it’s an asset. It can recognize the signs of coming out of the chair, and the metal arm certainly seemed akin to its own metal arms - and tilts its head to the side. It lets its guard down a bit. If the Superiors wanted it to eliminate the boy, they would have given it the direct orders. And it sincerely doubted the boy would be able to eliminate it right now, anyways.

It narrows its eyes at the slip up. Assets don’t speak unless spoken to. It leans against the wall, sliding to the corner to be further from the Asset. It didn’t want to associate with other Assets. Its loyalty was to the Superiors only.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He looks over to it as it backs away. It didn’t want to hurt him like everyone else. That was good, nice even. He tries to push himself towards it, probably to get warm, only to flop onto his stomach. It hurt too much to move to its corner, so he just lets himself lay there for a bit.

He didn’t know what to do in here, truthfully. He couldn’t get to папа- he knew that a man like that existed, but not exactly which face belonged to the name. Most everything in his brain was foggy like that, to be fair. He didn’t know why his memories were all gone, and he wasn’t sure he even wanted them back.

He extends his arms towards Sol. It looked warm. Maybe they could be warm together.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It stares at the other Asset as it moves towards it. A mix of confusion and wariness. It winces when it just flops onto the ground. It sighs, realizing what the other Asset wanted. It scoots across the cold concrete towards the other Asset, still twitching, but clearly not to the level as the other Asset.

It stops when it’s next to it, using its strength to maneuver it from its stomach to a sort of sitting position, and wrapping an arm around it. The Superiors must have put it in here so the Solstice could take care of it, for some reason. It didn’t want to find out what the Superiors would do to it if it failed this mission. The fact that it had the chair probably meant it failed a mission already.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He curls up in something akin to the fetal position in Sols arms. He wasn’t as cold like this, and he was becoming less abnormally hot from the chair, body settling to be a more comfortable temperature over the course of a few minutes.

He looked tired. He thinks that maybe he’d pass out, if the universe gave him such a mercy. He knew, somewhere deep down in his chest, that the universe had never given him such things. It was less than a year ago when his arm hadn’t been spared by the universe, even if he couldn’t quite remember the whole story, so why would it spare him?

He thinks he hates fate. Maybe some version of him did.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tenses at the way the kid just goes limp in its arms. It is not something that was intended for being kind, or soft, or caring. It is solely something used as however the Superiors see fit, and that is as a weapon or muscle, an executioner.

It sighs, still tense, but adjusts the boy in its arms to be a bit more comfortable. There’s something it’s mimicking, some memory from a long time ago, but it can’t quite pinpoint it before it slips out of its grip. It just shakes its head.

“You alright?” It whispers, voice raspy.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He nods gently. He doesn’t want to speak again- he’s scared of being caught. Was that the feeling? He didn’t know if he was even capable of feeling. He’d been hurt enough for one day, he supposed he didn’t need to be in more pain than what he already was in.

He wraps his arms around Sol, cozied up against it. His metal arm is much warmer than him, probably due to the plates being able to retain heat. He knew it was good sometimes, but it was too hot for him.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It nods. It shouldn’t speak either, but it just wanted to check. It has one of its metal arms wrapped around him, and a clear difference between their arms is apparent. Its arms are near-freezing. It keeps its arm around the boy protectively. Hopefully the two would fall asleep, then it could cease its endless twitching. It leans its head against him tiredly. The chair takes a lot of energy out of it.

[snow-storm-soldier]

He’s in too much pain to fall asleep like this. Maybe that was a good sign, at least he wasn’t passing out from too much pain. He almost wishes it was to that point, so he could just fall asleep in those cold, metal arms and just let it all slip away.

He nestles his face into its neck as if he were a dog trying to get under a blanket. He moved himself closer to do this. At least he felt comfortable around Sol.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

It tries to put its metal hands to areas the boy seems to be favoring, to act as a pack of ice of sorts. Otherwise, it does its best to cradle the boy.

A while later, the door opens. A man steps in. “I am Andrei Kozlov. You two call me Mr. Kozlov, or Sir. I am your new handler.” He smiles at the two, a sinister, mean look. “Get up. I need to know what you two can do.”

[snow-storm-soldier]

He rests the best he can like this. He can’t rest as much as he would like, but he tries to be comfortable. He likes this new person asset, he thinks.

When the handler comes in, though, he tenses, tucking his face into Sols neck. He tries to stand when he’s asked, but his legs are still shaky and he has to rely on Sol to keep himself up. He’s short, in comparison to Sol, exceptionally easy to spot now that he’s standing. He seemed to be closer to eleven than twelve.