That was how long it had been since James and Clint had been in the same room. After Clint had been taken away, Lukin had beaten James bloody until the HYDRA agents had dragged him off and then dragged the crazed man out of the room. Pierce was not impressed with what had become of the Russian but he was impressed with the obedience the Asset showed. He was then loaded up into the chair and wiped several times consecutively to remove any and all traces of Russian programming from his mind before the new implementations was place in. His obedience, his skills; everything built back up to re-create the deadly Winter Soldier with a few new touches and some upgrades to his arm.
The Red star on his shoulder was even altered a shade to match.
That month was a learning process. Who to respond to, whose commands to follow and the strictest tests of obedience had him nearly ending his life over and over just because he was told to. One agent in particular, Rumlow, took a great interest in the weapon that was molded up and became his charge. He experimented with his levels of obedience, worked with different weapons and techniques and of course, late at night, he took stress relief with the assassin in ways that sickened even some of the guards.
But now HYDRA was moving. Fury was dead and Rumlow had just returned with the Winter Soldier, wiped his memory of the assignment and had been on his way to store him in cryo when he’d decided to test out a little sick theory. He left James in his cell and went to find the one other prisoner in the opposite cell block, the one that had been starved of help, attention and medical attention though there were rumours that Lukin had said one last goodbye.
James sat on his knee’s, hands clasped together and head down. His hair was longer, straggly and shrouding the muzzle that kept him silent. He wore only the black combat trousers and boots, torso bare and bruised, fresh scarring clear and yet an increase in muscle mass and leaner. They didn’t feed him, felt no need to but a drip gave him what nutrients his body needed to survive. He sat there and waited, calm and quiet, for whatever his handler would need him for and there was, just a flicker of apprehension, of fear as he knelt there and waited.