𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃. There were so many things that had happened to him as he was in the hands of HYDRA, and there were things that he never wanted to have to face. He never wanted to think about anything else that was going on, and he wanted to focus on what was going on in his actual life. But he couldn't help but think of the torture and torment that he had gone through because of HYDRA, and the worst part of it all was that he didn't even remember the worst of it. He didn't remember what they had done to him when he went behind closed doors.
He twitched as he laid on his bed, above the covers, as he wanted for whatever meeting they were going to have. He didn't have a whole lot of time to get proper rest, and he knew that he needed a little bit of time to relax with everything else that was going on. The other heroes were gathering themselves as they went to the meeting hall, but James as alone in his room. Alone to his thoughts, alone with his memories.
As he slept, his eyes flickered beneath his lids as his memories twisted him into the monster that the Executioner was, pulling him back into the horrendous memories of what had happened.
His wrists were bound to the metal chair that he was seated in, a brace around his neck in order to keep him in place. If the man wanted to move, he knew that there was no way that he was going to be able to. He wasn't going to be able to escape until they let him go, and he thought that he didn't know if they were going to let him go if he didn't agree with what they wanted to do. With what they had said to him about his close friend, he knew that they wanted him to betray her. He knew that they were going to want her to go against those that he loved and cared about, and he couldn't.
He couldn't go against his morals and turn against his best friend, and HYDRA knew that. That was why they had done things to him to make him turn against all of those that he loved. That was why when they showed him an image of his fellow Avengers, he only saw them as enemies. While he was under their influence, they turned him into a sleeper agent that would do whatever it was that he could to take down Charlotte Rogers. A woman that had been one of HYDRA's first creations, HYDRA's very first enhanced individuals. And now that they no longer had their hands on her, they wanted her dead.
And that was why they had taken over James Stark's mind.
His eyes narrowed in on the woman as Madame HYDRA approached him, with a scientist behind him as the hair on his neck began to stand. James narrowed his eyes at the woman as she stood in front of him, clenching his jaw as his head was pushed to the side and, without warning, they sunk the needed into his neck. He gasped as the drug began to course through his veins, and before he could say anything or utter out a single curse word, he was unconscious.
The only thing that he could remember next, was hours later when he returned to consciousness. He found that he was no longer bound to the chair, or bound to anything. Everything was open and it was as if HYDRA had given up on him, but they wouldn't have left him alive if that was the case. They would've killed him, or hidden him away for good. They would've thrown him away into a prison cell and have the Avengers come after him.
James pushed himself to his feet as he began to stumble through the abandoned corridors of the facility. His eyes wandering over everything as he crept closer and closer to the exit of the facility. He didn't know what had happened to him, or what it was that they had inserted into his bloodstream. But with every step he took, there were things in his mind that began to twist and turn into something new. There were so many things in his mind that were different, and he didn't know how he was going to be able to separate the truth from the lies, and as he approached a HYDRA aircraft, he found that they had left one behind.
There was a sharp pain in the back of his head as he boarded the aircraft, taking a seat in the pilot's seat. And just, as the memory held him tightly, the headache reminding him of everything that he went through.
"James?" Natasha's voice brought him back as she rested her hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of his nap. James glanced around the room for a few seconds, before meeting her eyes for a few seconds. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, before she furrowed her brows together. "What's going on? You were moving uncontrollably."
He stared at her for a few seconds, and he knew that he couldn't say anything. James couldn't risk pulling out the one thing that could ruin his life and force him to turn against one of his friends. So, he decided to do what he thought was the best option for them: he lied, "Nothing. Just a nightmare"
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Executioner's Song ━━ 𝐍. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅.Fanfiction
❝Baby, you and I are just the same. Two people playing the executioner's song behind a bunch of heroes' cries.❞ © 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐔...