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Red skull breathed in a large amount of smoke from his cigar as he stared down at his most powerful creation “what do you think Zola? About this idea of mine, A strong omega to breed with my prize possession? The winter soldier could father many strong young to aid our cause, correct?”
Zola looked up from his newest electronic gadget, “Breed the winter soldier? Sir, I believe we have been doing that.”
Red skull turned so fast his heels clicked against the tile loudly, he hastily grabbed Zola by his collar inches away from his face, “Doctor, you are way smarter than this no? We have bred him with other super soldiers and to no avail nothing special? Those pups die off rather quickly within our red rooms, only a few survive. I need more. I need something stronger, I need an omega breeder with power genetically in their veins to pass onto the pups.” He locked eyes with the scientist's man, hot breath ghosting his face “I need from you, Zola. To find me the best mutant. I want the best than we’ll send my little pup on a field mission. And also fix his curtain bangs. I want him looking presentable before he meets his future pup maker.” He dropped Zola before facing the window again.
Zola nodded, “At once.” He then ran outside the door pointing at the first guard he saw, “Orders from upstairs, I want the winter soldier's hair fixed.” He then turned as he began his technology running from everywhere across the world, he rolled his eyes ‘I can’t imagine that my top notch inventions are being used for love island for our winter soldier. How crude.’ He snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed a very suitable match “Sir, I believe we’ve got one.”
Red skull marched over to Zola, his eyes lit up as a horrifying smile ghosted his lips “yes, leader of the X-men, mutant Scott Summers, Gender: Male. Pheromones to the status of Alpha/beta/omega unknown. Yes, Doctor Zola, good work. It doesn't matter on the boys' pheromones, we have the technology and doctors that can turn an alpha into an omega.”
Zola nodded, “I’ll inform Zemo about your decision so he can inform your winter soldier.” It was a rather quick phone call until Red skull could see Zemo racing towards his most advanced human creation causing that sly smile to grace his lips.
Zemo stared into Bucky's eyes, “Soldier, you have been tasked with a mission that has the most high importance just as your others had been. You have to retrieve the leader of the X-men alive then bring him back here. His location is 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Salem Center, in Westchester County, New York. You have a bit of travel but that never bothered you before. Are you ready to comply?”
Bucky nodded “affirmative.”
Zemo sighed “you look like you have a question solider, go on or forever hold your peace.”
“Why did my hair get cut again and I request a jet so I can get my mission accomplished quicker.”
Zemo shrugged, “the jets approved.”
Bucky turned without another word into the freezing cold of the Russian mountains, ‘It’s a good thing I’d never minded the cold before. I hope my mission doesn't say much about it.’ He never questioned his missions before but bringing this man back alive seemed more like a liability than anything else but who was he to question hydra.
Upon landing near the coordinates, Bucky began scanning everyone that walked by, none of these people looked like the man he was hunting for. The sun settled and the moon began to coat the sky. Bucky sighed as he stood up, finally fed up with this, he jumped over the huge gate that surrounded the property than he proceeded to sneak past bedrooms, opening every door to see if his target was inside.
Scott sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck then he began to take off his clothes. ‘I need this shower. The training I went through today was brutal. Logan never lets up but then again why would he? I swear he hates me but can I blame him? The feeling is mutual.’ He walked inside his bathroom turning the water on hot as he just stood there letting the hot water ghost his skin just simply enjoying the bliss of the night. ‘I miss Jean, it seems like she’s been busy as of late, I can never really read her but Emma seems to understand me. Or maybe? I seem to be a rather complicated individual.’
Bucky opened the bedroom door, his eyes locked onto the suit that littered the floor, ‘That matches the suit in the picture. This is my mission.’ He crawled underneath the bed as he held his knockout syringe close in hand. He starred at the bathroom light and the steam that escaped underneath the door ‘You’ll love Russia.” He thought with sarcasm.
Scott finally turned off the water about an hour later, he dried himself off then climbed into his bed. ‘Should I rub one out? No, I’d best not. It feels wrong to Jean, since she’s been gone I haven’t done anything sexual I’d best keep it that way. She’s probably out there doing the same thing.’ He closed his eyes, tossing and turning before sleep eventually claimed him.
Bucky quietly crawled from underneath the bed, he swiftly stabbed the smaller male in the neck before he could respond, he made sure to tie something over the smaller male's eyes in case he were to wake up on the jet. He jumped from the window holding the other male close. He then repeated the action with the fence. He glanced down at the other male that lay on his chest ‘oddly light aren’t you?’ He placed the other male in the seat next to himself making sure to fully tie him up “just in case you wake up and get funny ideas.”
Hours later they flew in complete silence until Bucky looked over and his captive was moving. He sighed before saying “Goodmorning.”
Scott’s body froze and on instinct he tried turning his head but he could not “Where am I? Who are you? Do you know who I am?”
“Let’s not play twenty questions until we get there, and if I didn’t know who you were, you think I’d spend my time coming there to get you.”
Scott didn’t say another word, his mind replayed every enemy that he had faced, he thought about who would plan this to steal him. He didn’t even know how this person managed to steal him. ‘I’ll just do as he says until I figure out what’s going on. I can’t be too far right.’
After what felt like an entirety, the jet stopped moving.
Scott shivered “It’s cold, the winds sound like it whips here, where did you take me?”
Bucky picked him up bridal style as he walked inside the hidden base in the mountain, “Doctor, where shall I put him?”
Zola smiled, “Good job, Soldier. Place him in this chair, strap him in.”
Bucky did as he was told, he easily over powered the other man when he tried to offer resistance. “It’s easier if you comply.”
“JUST TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON.”
Zola pointed at Bucky, “Just stay out of the way, I’ll let you know if we need you.”
With that Bucky stepped back but close enough incase hydra needed intervention.
Zola stabbed Scott with a needle, “I know of your powers Mr.Summers. I assure you, they are still as strong as ever however, with that injection you will not be allowed to use them. Your body will not let you. I will remove your blind fold now.”
Scott gasped at the lights in the room. As his eyes darted around to everyone and everything. This place looked unfamiliar. His body felt like it was on fire, ‘What the hell had been in that needle.’ He froze when his laser beams would not go off. He felt powerless.
“Now, Mr.Summers, What is your genetic code? Alpha? Beta? Omega?”
“Why are you asking me that? Why is that relevant?”
“If you decline to answer, I’ll have no problem using your blood to run the test.”
Scott’s mouth went dry, “I’m not telling you anything.”
Zola nodded, as he tied an elastic band around Scott’s arm hitting the arm to get the veins to protrude. “Suit yourself.” Zola found a good vein and drew way more blood than he needed to before removing the needle. He then turned towards a machine inputting the blood he had just collected. His eyes lit up “Yes, an Omega. Less work for me however, I’d never mind changing biology pheromones. It's rather intriguing.”
Scott didn’t say anything, he just kept his breathing steady for about five minutes until he couldn’t keep it in anymore “Why am I here?”
Zola smiled a disturbing sight, “Well, Mr.Summers, Your genetics have selected you for our breeding program. You see our winter soldier is an Alpha and he’s done tremendous things, we want to create a mutant super soldier army, your womb our super soldiers sperm. You don’t have to be a willing participant.”
Scott’s eyes widened, “You can’t do this.”
Zola laughed a cruel sound. “Bucky, take him to the room on floor one, it was made just for this. You will reside there as well until we give instructions.”
Bucky nodded unstrapping Scott than hoisting him over his shoulder ignoring the protests from the smaller male. He took the elevator all the way down. ‘I never knew this room existed.’ He opened the door when he heard the click ‘Automatic lock. Interesting.’ He scanned the room, a big mattress laid in the middle of the floor, a small fridge loaded with water bottles and a small shower. ‘I’ll be surprised if it has hot water.” He then placed Scott on the bed unsure of what to say.
Scott started back at Bucky, as the silence filled the room along with his personal dread.
Bucky sat down next to Scott, as he patted his back, “It’s okay, we are both on the same side.”
Scott met his eyes as he spoke quietly, no, no we are not. We don’t even have a blanket. They are treating us like animals.”
Bucky shrugged “It’s better than how I was sleeping before. It’s an upgrade. I had the floor before or a tube.”