Road to redemption

серебряный истребитель

You were told stories of the man you were made to replace. The man who was your entire reason for residing here. The man who was said to be a ghost story. The man who you were supposed to better. The man who was also the best friend of one of the avengers. The people you were made to destroy. The people you were made to murder. From what you knew, your reason for living. Safe to say he was in your nightmares. He was the only thing you feared. The winter soldier was your greatest threat and he chilled you to the bone.

The corridors of hydras headquarters never were welcoming. Walls painted with a dull grey, cold lights on the ceiling and a perfect disciplinary order amongst agents, scientists and ranks. Almost everybody carried a gun, whether it was strapped to their thigh, waste or pocket. There were no colours except for the black, grey and white, making everything bland.

The air was exuberant with a dark atmosphere, thoughts of evil and pain, floating around.

Agents. They were all rushing down corridors in and out of your direction. You, however, were calmly strutting down to the south wing. It wasn't really you. It was the silver exterminator. You didn't know what to expect. The silver exterminator was sent out on many missions. Apparently it was to get ready for the avengers, and you're guessing that you'll see if it was all worth it, if you could beat them.

Blaring alarms. Red, flashing lights. Warnings of danger. All of them sounded around you, helping to show you weren't safe. Everyone you saw looked worried, scared even. You didn't know what all the fuss was about but, if Rumlow looked rattled, you guessed you should be too. The silver exterminator was ready. You however, Not so much. You never liked hurting anyone in the first place.

As you turned the next corner you saw a lot of hydra agents aiming guns at a group of strangely dressed individuals. One in red metal armour, another in a bright blue suit. He also wore a striped circular shield. The only female had a skintight, black leather suit, while the person closest to her had a bow and arrow. What happened to guns? They were more efficient weren't they? Well the person behind him certainly looked more efficient. At least you thought it was a person. They were awfully tall, whatever it was. He was green. Another man dressed rather absurdly, stood beside him. He adorned Strange silver amour with a red, flowing cape, and what looked to be a large hammer. Again, there were more effective weapons.

The last person seemed vaguely familiar. Long dark hair and he had one undeniable trait. One unmissable quality. Something unique to the others. Something only similar to one other. A silver prosthetic. A shining, glistening arm. The winter soldier. The man you were made to replace.

A shiver ran down your spine as you stood in front of he man you never met, but feared greatly. The silver of his arm glistened menacingly, despite the dim, almost nonexistent, lighting. A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to suppress the great feeling of dread and terror. Petrified, you just stood there. You tried not to show your alarm, but you could tell they noticed it. Your eyes never left the former hydra assailant, concerned for his next movements.

The group of soldiers in front of you waited your command to shoot, but you could tell they were lost. Not physically of course, but mentally. They were challenged. The thought of the unknown. The unexpected.

"атаковать!" You say monotonously. They all stay still, worried for their futures, their fates. The outcome of this war. "идти!" You say a little more stern. Hydra soldiers begin to shoot recklessly. The enemies, who you assumed were the avengers, charged forward, determination set in their faces like stone, as they began to destroy each hydra member one by one.

Picking off Each person as the fear in their allies faces became even more worried for their lives. However, the phrase their leaders use "no surrender" replays in their mind as they fight for what they believed to be right.

After what seemed like hours, but was most likely only minutes, your once allies lay dead on the floor. Lifeless and unable to move. The enemy stand breathless and slightly lethargic as you make no move to run, but terror still fills your soul. You can see everything that's happening through the silver exterminators eyes. The man you, and the silver exterminator, feared most, walked to stand in front of you.

"You're like me" He says. It's clear he's trying to be nonchalant, but you can hear the slightest bit of sympathy. "Кто ты?"

"серебряный истребитель" you reply as you throw the first punch.

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атаковать= attack

идти=go

Кто ты =who are you

серебряный истребитель=the silver fighter- I couldn't find what silver exterminator is.