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yeosbbm · 1 year

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Push It.

Smut | MDNI

starring: athletic! fem reader x gym rat! yeosang

genre: competitive rivals to lovers/ non-idol athletic au

summary/plot: $50,000 . that’s the prize money for the province weight and powerlifting competition. you’re not a weight lifter per say; but you’ve always been an athlete and you love winning as much as you love money. you’ve rarely ever had competition from anyone. that’s until you meet kang yeosang. finally, someone who’s as arrogant and talented you are. him being your rival and competition you guys have to push it to the limits. whether it’s publicly in the gym or privately at his place.

warnings/prevs: forced proximity, shower sex manhandling, power play, impact play, degradation , oral (fem receiving) , unprotected piv, breeding/cream pie, use of the word bitch (like once), yeosang is vv rude

A/N: Hey guys this fic came out later than it was meant to 😭. My neighborhood had a power shortage and I had to redo a lot of the story as well as me still feeling as though my writing isn’t cohesive. Which is why this may not match what was in the prev. I also came to a decision to make this a 2-3 part series depending on what you all would like, being unhappy with your own work is so hard but I still appreciate you all. Enjoy !

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Part 1:

Today was the province’s Weightlifting competition intramural, where they decide who gets to compete for the $50,000 cash prize granted to the winner who lifts the most and the best.

You’re not a common weightlifter but you’re athletically poised enough to try. Plus, your close roommates who already lift, San and Jongho have been helping you train for the longest. You know deep down that you have a chance at this money and could have so many opportunities. Get a better place for you, Sannie and Jongho, never having to work, buying whatever you want and more. Even if you don’t win the experience itself pumps you up. The only negative component is Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. He’s infamous for his skills, he isn’t the hugest lifter but his work has been impressive regardless. He started training the same time you had and has been your enemy ever since.

He just irks you. If he uses a machine before you he’ll never adjust the weight back to its original setting before you use it. He never shares his hand chalk, lotion or protein powder. The most annoying is that he’s always attempting to one up you. You two have been beefing practically as long as you two have laid eyes on each other. Insults hurled to one another no matter the circumstance. But today was the day you could humble him and put him in his place.

You and Yeosang are in the same qualifying group, meaning you two will be in competition for a spot in the actual competition. Every other possible competitor surrounds the platform. The judge sat there at a table adjacent to it, folded their hands and brought them above the table and stared upon the many competitors in front of them.

“Today, we are deciding on who will be participating in our competition for $50,000, only the best weight lifters can compete for such a generous prize. Here are our 4 nominees for this section.” The judge said this all robotically as if it were clock work, because it essentially was.

You walk onto your spot with the weight assigned in front of you. Looking across you see Yeosang, he was already eyeing you and ofc had that irritating smile on his face.

You two and two other men are lined up. Yeosang was to go and lift first, you last . Yeo rubbed his hands together in the weight chalk before reaching down and gripping the weight. As if it weighed nothing he deadlifted it up to his waist. Ooos and Ahhhs filled the crowd from his easy attempt at this weight. The hard part, was him bringing it above him. He struggles fighting the weights gravity with his strength. After moments of him steadying his breathing and shutting his eyes tight he brings the weight above. Cheers fill the room and the judge lifts their brow obviously impressed.

The two other men went now. While yes they did bring the weight up there was no grace, technique as well as they struggled and lost form.

Now it’s your turn. You take a breath and prepare your hands. You look down and stretch your back. You reach down and take one last breath before you grip the weight and snap up to bring it to your waist. The burn in your limbs was severe but you couldn’t let them see you struggle. You’re gritting your teeth now. You need this, you must have this. You see Yeosang watching. His lift was impressive but you know that you can up him, even if it’s only by 1%. You look at your competitor knowing that if you just upped your technique you can lift this with better form and efficiency. Jongho and San are rooting for you as well as others. You finally push it above your head.

Yeosang has a look on his face. It isn’t a look of disappointment or bitterness as usual. He seems…proud ?

Finally you, yeosang and the two other competitors are lined up ready to hear the results. The judge gazes at all four of you and reaches down to his score sheet. He sits up preparing to give out the names of who’s going forward.

“With consideration of all aspects such as physique, form, technique, elegance, strength and performance…”

You’re sweating bullets. The suspense is making you bounce your leg.

“Our winners are…Kang Yeosang at spot number #27.” People of his crew cheer and he had a look of being triumphant. Now this is it. The decision that will truly decide if you’ll have a chance of competing for this 50,000.

“And l/n y/n at spot number #26.” We thank you all for participating in our intramural..next qualifying group please.”

Not only did you pass, but you’re above Yeosang right where you wanted to be. Once you get off the platform your roommates hug you and of course rant and rave on how proud they are. Jongho and San say they have something do but will be right back to train as well as agreed to drinks when you’re through with solo training.

While alone you sit at a utility bench stretching as much as you could before your workout and then..

“Congratulations. I look forward to potentially beating you later.”

You get startled and jump from Yeosangs presence which makes him smile from joy. He’s stood in front of you with his phone in one hand and a protein shake in the other.

“Your drink smells…get it away im about to vomit.” You dramatically hold your nose and shake your head.

He brings the shake to your face causing you to swat and kick at him to shoo him away.

“You qualified now but wait till later, bet I’ll have you out of here by the first quarter.” After he says this he begins to sip from his shake.

“You’re saying this as if it’s guaranteed you’ll still be here after the first round.” You say tilting your head matching his energy.

He pauses from drinking and stares causing his eyes to be like daggers, “I’m running through this thing till the end.”

Interesting.

“Compared to me you’re nobody, my name holds weight here while nobody knows yours.”

You refuse to let him get the last word.

“When this is through, nobody will even remember who you are. You’re already forgettable enough.”

Yeosang scoffs and turns back on his way to his crew. You make sure to continue staring at him with disdain until he dissolves into a crowd and is out of your sight.

[Time skip]

After you stay behind for a couple more workouts that you could handle (as well as regret.) the gym is closing up and it’s time to head home, and you’re anxious to get home at this point. All your clothes whether they’re for at the gym, after or backups were dirtied from your protein powder spilling, and the clothes you have on now are all sweated in. Your arms and legs are worn out, and you haven’t ate real food since the whole intramural. You grab your gym bag and look around but within the sea of possible competitors there isn’t a sign of San or Jongho. Luckily as if they could read your mind from afar Jongho facetimed you.

“Do not tell me . You guys forgot to get me.”

Jongho shook his head and passed the phone to San who looks as guilty as possible. “Well there was a good reason y/n I swear !!”

“San whyy what happened.” You’re not mad per say but the lack of a heads up has you floored. If you knew they’d leave without you, you would’ve had the money on your card for a good safe Uber home. Plus it’s scary ride sharing at night.

“Wooyoung had an emergency with Joong so we had to rush over there and we saw you with Yeosang after the round so we thought you’d get lucky and he’d take you home.” He says it as quick as possible like a kid explaining their side of a fight with their sibling.

“We’re on the other side of town because Woos new place is by the pier .” Jongho said, clearly ready to go home while mindlessly steering the car.

“ Thanks Jongho. But San. Why…….. would I go anywhere with that man.”

San looked side to side before saying something that would grind your gears. “I mean you say you hate him but I think you secretly want him bad and it’s ok if you do-”

“San. Goodbye I’ll find a way home I’m sharing my location I’ll let you know when I get there.”

“Y/N IM SORRY WE LOVE YOU.” San yells through the phone trying to save himself while Jongho only waves goodbye and ends the call.

While trying to regain composure of the sudden change in plans. Low and behold, speak of the devil Kang Yeosang was stood there with the same blank expression he typically hits you with.

You’re startled by him and of course had to let him know. “God you can’t keep walking up on people like that dude.”

Yeosang is unphased by your complaint and places his bag on his shoulder. “Look are you getting a ride home from me or not .”

“Woah eavesdropper much…but, if you don’t mind sure..there’s a problem though you have to wait for me to shower and we have to stop by the cleaners because my clothes are a mess.”

Yeosang runs a hand through his hair and put his headphones back on “No need you can do both at my place, let’s go.”

You hesitantly follow him out the gym into his car. Nervous because he’s acting as if you both weren’t competing for a spot earlier. Maybe this little rivalry wasn’t as serious as you thought.

“By the way, it was luck that you pushed into the spot above me, don’t forget.” He said it with a smile knowing that the comment would heat your temper. Nevermind. This rivalry is most definitely real and mutual. You guys begin the ride to his place.

[ A drive later]

Yeosang let’s you out the car and you finally can see the place this rude show off lives at, but instead of a lame apartment complex with no personality it’s a family home. You tilt your head confused on how someone as obnoxious and pretentious as him can live in such a warm looking place. He’s already at the door since he probably passed you while you were lost in your speculations and confusions.

“Are you coming in or what.” He sighs as he’s placing the key to open the door, once it opens his house already has an aroma of his eucalyptus cologne and laundry detergent. You both walk in.

“You barely have a job how could you even afford a family home for you alone.” You’re gawking at how neat and nice the house was, seeming like those homes you see in magazines that you wish you could buy.

He shrugged while sitting his gym backpack on the ground, “I saved money up when I could..plus the utilities downstairs are worn out and bad condition, hot water goes out fast so I got it for cheap.”

What he told you was essentially in one ear out of the other while you scan the house and the impressive color coordinated furniture and decor, mixtures of greys blacks and shades of blue in this current room.

Yeosang stood there humoring the fact you were amazed by his living conditions. “Anyway, make sure you get in the shower on time and the washing machines are to your left and I’ll be showering upstairs”

“Yea heard you, thanks Yeosang.” You just wanted to hurry out before you have to spend another minute around him.

You went into the bathroom and started the water, He said the utilities down here were bad sooo it probably takes a while for the water to heat up you thought. You leave the bathroom and head to the washroom to start your clothes and wait for them first. You place all your clothes in the washer and put it on a 30 minute cycle to ensure the stains will come out and that they’ll be extra fresh.

30 minutes pass and you return to the washroom after lounging in his living room. The washer went out halfway through. The stains are barely out and you’re losing it. You start the wash over and head to the shower but once you hop in the water is icy cold that makes you wince and hop out and shut it off immediately.

“KANG YEOSANG.” You screamed from downstairs hoping he’d hear and come down. Yet you see that to no avail he hasn’t came out his room and can hear the faint sound of his shower running meaning he won’t be coming from upstairs anytime soon.

You wrap yourself into a towel and rush upstairs and burst into his room and make your way to his bathroom making sure to open his door slowly and announce yourself so you won’t see him in the nude. Once you see his shower curtain is fully closed you now fully walk in.

“I heard you coming up what’s the problem y/n since you always seem to find one.” He peeks his head out to see you with an apathetic expression.

“You’re setting me up for failure. The washer went out and the shower is ice cold how am I supposed to freshen up and get home in these conditions.” Your arms are crossed and brows are furrowed.

“Ugh I literally told you the hot water goes out fast, you just weren’t listening.”

You now realize you trying to get out of his place as fast as possible has cost you to not have a simple in and out pit stop situation at this man’s house.

You let out a frustrated sigh and slide yourself down the wall you were leaned against feeling doomed.

“Here just come in here with me, I know you want to hurry and get back to your friends.”

You know deep down that this will probably lead to something dangerous, I mean it’s showering with your competition and the man you hate the mosts at the gym. But you’re desperate to get home and get to the gym in clean clothes.

“Fine you creep.”

You hop in the shower with him trying your absolute best and with all mental strength to not look at him a single bit, in comparison Yeosang is looking directly at your body while having an obvious smirk. Despite his initial perversion he turns away from you to give you as much privacy as possible after handing you a rag and the aloe soap he was using.

As you both were washing yourselves, while scrubbing your upper body you caught a glimpse of Yeosangs body. His physique was so brawny but gentle at the same time. The main thing catching your eye being his back and arms. That’s when the sexual thoughts start and you can’t help but think about and imagine how he can manhandle you into any position and get to work.

“Stop eye fucking me y/n.” He casually says without turning, as if he had eyes on the back of his head or can simply sense your eyes scanning his soapy muscles.

You know you were practically eyeing him like a piece of meat but when it comes to Yeo…denial is your bestfriend. You sucked your teeth, “I wouldn’t even actually fuck you let alone eye fuck you.”

Yeosang casually continues to wash himself down while a small laugh leaves his lips. “I beg to differ.”

Your mouth is agape and in disbelief from his snide remark..but you strangely want to push this scenario..“I doubt you could even make me cum in the first place in all honestly.”

“Bet I could make you in 5 minutes.” Oh he’s game.

“If you could even make me cum period, I’d let you get to the squat bar before me when the comp starts tomorrow.” You continue to wash your back, anticipating his answer to the offer.

He finally turns to you, having such an evil grin. He gets closer, you twos chest touching from how close he’s gotten. “Alright y/n, you’ve got a bet.”

Literally a couple minutes later

Yeosang has you backed up into and pressed against one of the shower walls, fingering you at a pace that has you biting your lip and having to control how much you move your hips to get more friction. Giving you kisses that are hungry and full of lust. Even though you feel like you’re on cloud 9, you can’t let him know how good he’s making you feel.

“Wow. I thought I’d cum in 5, I doubt I’ll cum at all at this rate.” You’re hoping he can’t clock your ragged breaths from the stimulation.

He stops and scoffs as if that’s the worse thing you’ve told him ever. He pulls his fingers out quicker than you could now and give you a stare that you could only describe as primal.

“Let me show you who’s really stronger between the two of us..”

Yeo lifts up your legs and gets on his knees. He rests your legs on his shoulders and uses all his upper body and arm strength to keep you held up. Then he immediately goes for your cunt, he automatically starts licking and prodding your entrance with his tongue.

“Put me down we might fall.” You gasp knowing you’re holding in a moan that’s itching to tumble out of your mouth.

Yeosang pulls his face away for a moment and laughs as though you said a joke. He tensed and flexed his muscles in his typical show off fashion. “Trust me, you’re not falling anytime soon.” He goes back to attacking your cunt.

He switches between flicking your clit with his tongue at an overly stimulating pace that makes you squirm and then brings his tongue in and out your hole causing you to breathe rapidly.

“You’re such a mess from my mouth alone, ‘s cute”. He mutters before continuing to move you a bit so you’re indirectly riding his face.

“I hate you, so much Yeo..” You whimper as you try to grip the slick tile shower walls for solace.

You can feel yourself reaching the edge but he stops and gently drops you back down onto your feet without you slipping a bit. He effortlessly bends you over and smacks your ass twice, causing you to yelp. He snickers at your sudden reaction and attempts to slide his cock in. It slides in and you make a sigh of relief as his moderate thrust begin making your legs quiver. But since he can’t get a good stance from the wet floor he accidentally slips out.

His cock slips out another time and he grunts in frustration. He cuts the water off and picks you up bridal style with ease and no hesitation. He walks you both out the bathroom and practically tosses you in the bed and immediately parts your legs. He holds your legs up for you since he knows you’re already weak. Both of your bodies are still dripping with shower water and now sweat from the intensity of everything.

“Now I can fuck you like you deserve.”

No warning he drives his thick cock in. You’re folded in such a way that it’s almost like it’s straight out of a rough porno. Your glistening bodies and his messy hair makes this so much more erotic. His thrust are so harsh and strong it’s moving your body upwards per each thrust.

“Hate me so bad but you’re taking my dick, pathetic. Trying to be all big and bad when you’re a bitch in heat.”

“Shut up.” You gasp from how his cock hits you at the exact right spot almost each and every time. “Me letting you fuck doesn’t mean….” You can’t even finish your sentence because moans keep spilling out.

“You can’t even talk. Is it that good ? I know it is but I wanna hear you say it.”

You cover your face with your forearm because the humiliation has you clenching around him and a shadow of shyness takes over you now. Yeosang immediately ends it though, using only one hand to hold your ankles up he moves your arm away with his free hand so he can see you squirm under him. He fucks into you harder, you can hear his hips collide into yours. His hips are relentless while fucking his cock into you.

“Should’ve known that bad attitude was because you wanted my cock. Irritated because you needed to be fucked into a mattress.”

“Yeosang I’m sorry for being so rude, speed up so I can cum please.” You can’t believe those words came out your mouth for the man you despise the most .

He stops and you whine from the sudden emptiness you feel from him taking his cock out. He lifts you up onto your knees and holds your head/jaw in his hand. He brushes his thumb on your lips.

While he stares and smirks he hits you with a command. “Open for me.” He lightly prods his thumb between your lips as if he alr knew you’d open your mouth up just for him, and you did. Your mouth wide he presses his thumb down on your tongue and licks his lips. He puts his face over yours and spits in your mouth.

He gives a nonchalant smile afterwards, and gives you a messy kiss and harshly grabs your ass.

“I knew you’d do it for me, such a good girl…let me help you since you’ve been so good.” He says while bending you over into doggy. You start in the regular position but he pushes your upper body farther into the bed and has your ass high up in display for him. Then he brings his cock back into you. Yeosang immediately starts giving rapid thrust, dragging his dick in and out like he never wanted you to forget this.

You immediately clench around him and can feel your cunt becoming wetter and wetter by the second. You keep repeating Yeos name like a mantra for good luck and moaning like you don’t have an ounce of shame in your body.

Yeosang starts groaning from how tight your cunt was and how hot you looked. He was pulling your hair and it’s a mess, lips looking plump and lightly swole from the bruising kisses and your eyes were glassy. Your body was still glistening and looked like artwork in front of him. He couldn’t help himself and began to smack your ass. You brace your body and felt like you could cum right then and there and whined loudly which was music to his ears.

“Yeosang I’m so close it’s too much.” Your pupils are blown and you feel the white hot knot inside you slowly unravel.

“Me too…where do you want me to cum, where do you want me to make a mess.” Yeosang utters breathlessly.

“In me, please just fill me up.” You know if you were in your right mind you wouldn’t dare let his man finish in you, but the fog of pleasure you’re in clouds your judgement.

“Cmon y/n cum on my cock.” He demands right before smacking your ass a final time surely leaving a mark behind. The band in your belly snaps and you squirt all over him and simultaneously you can feel him practically breeding your cunt. You’re both breathless and fall out onto the bed. Drained of energy, you lay on your stomach trying to gain back control of your breathing. You feel Yeosang leave the bed.

Is this how it ends ? You fucked dumb on this assholes bed while he washes up to come back and either kick you out or leave you alone here to go elsewhere. You sigh and start mentally preparing yourself to get out his bed, put your probably damp gym clothes back on and take a walk of shame into a cheap uber. Yeosang returns but instead of him walking in ready to tell you to leave he comes in with grey pajama pants on and a black tanktop. In his hands he has a wooden tray meant for eating in bed. There was a small white plate with 2 toasts and a glass of juice and a chilled water bottle. He gets back into the bed sitting in front of you

You quirked an eyebrow and looked to Yeo, “What’s this for, you think I need a quick pity meal before you kick me out of here” You roll your eyes while ripping the toast apart and eat it with slight annoyance.

“….Kick you out ?” He looks just as confused as you were when he presented the food tray to you. “I’m not kicking you out Its about 11pm and none of your clothes have been dried yet you can’t even go anywhere.”

An “oh” was all that came out of you. It was all you could come up with in response since you’re surprised he isn’t trying to run you out of here like you assumed and actually cares a bit.

“Plus all you ate at the gym was a fucking granola bar.”

You finish up the toasts and take the folded napkin in the tray to wipe off some messy crumbs. You brush your hands of any other crumbs that could be lingering over the tray. “I guess I’ll just text San and Jongho now to pick me up once my clothes dry.”

He lays by you on the bed, reaches to his drawer and grabs a spare pair of boxers and a large black tee. “Here, wear these and just spend the night….let them know you’ll see them at the first part of the competition tomorrow.”

You can’t believe this. He’s actually trying to act as though you’d sleep in the same bed with him knowing for sure that you literally despise him. Loathe him. Can’t standdd him.

You take the clothes and turn over to your gym bag to grab your phone. You immediately text San and Jongho that you won’t be coming home tonight and you’ll see them tomorrow.

Part two coming soon.

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glossysoap · 1 year

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ready to comply viii - Ржавый

Ржавый or rusted, is defined as:

deteriorate through neglect or lack of use.

warnings/tags: you are referred to as both “the asset,” “09012020,” and “you”. time skips, memory loss, dehumanization, abuse, hydra soldier being creepy but that’s as far as it goes.

notes: aforementioned creepiness will be indicated by red, bolded writing. the second red bolded writing will indicate the end of it! stay safe!

prev chapters here!

word count: 2,523

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Eight weeks have passed since (first name/last name) asset 09012020 was captured.

Eight weeks since asset 09012020 was incapacitated via blood loss after being fatally stabbed. Eight weeks since the asset was delivered to headquarters and underwent the beginning stages of experimentation.

Eight weeks since the asset’s left arm was amputated and replaced with a vibranium arm. The red russian star had tainted that arm ever since.

Eight weeks after being placed in a cryogenic chamber and frozen in time for two weeks.

Six weeks since waking up in a new room and seeing the new arm for the first time. Six weeks since the asset resigned to the fact that they were not going to be rescued.

Six weeks since the asset accepted that everything would be better that way.

Six weeks since the asset began experiencing isolation and dehydration.

Two weeks since the asset began exhibiting symptoms of extreme dehydration, isolation and deprivation. Two weeks since the asset began hallucinating. Two weeks since the asset hallucinated that their comrades, loved ones, brains splattered across the walls and their intestines pooled out of their mangled bodies.

Two weeks since the asset was dragged out of the room and placed back in that metal chair, shackled and chained up all over again. Two weeks since the asset was subjected to their first round of many electroshock treatments.

Two weeks since the asset was stripped of all memories and their brain was made to be a perfectly blank slate. The perfect tool for HYDRA to mould as they wished.

That first session marked the beginning of the assets’ journey to become the best, most skilled and efficient super soldier. Everything that the original Winter Soldier was supposed to be.

Two weeks since your identity as (first name) (last name) was stripped away from you and scrubbed out of your brain.

Two weeks since the asset first spoke the words, “я готов отвечать.” Ready to comply.

You were now property of HYDRA, Russian branch — subject participant of the Winter Soldier project. You were now known as ‘asset no. 09012020.’

In the two weeks since then, you had developed a new normal. You developed a routine here.

Every single day, you would be woken up at the crack of dawn in that same room you were kept in for weeks on end.

Only now, since that very first session, they left the vents to your room open. Instead of the sweltering heat that once overwhelmed that room, it was now the same freezing temperature that filled the rest of the HYDRA facility. The serum flooding through your veins helped you endure extreme temperatures, but you were still shivering all the same. You had resorted to taking the bed sheet off of that cot and using it as a thin, sad looking blanket.

Everyday, you would wake up by two sounds. Either the screaming that echoed throughout the facility, or by the scraping of the metal door against the floor as it opened.

The screaming you heard was brought on by the same torture you had endured over the past eight weeks. Being stabbed, beaten, and electrocuted. Bones broken and fractured, leaving splintered and shattered fragments of bone marrow. Bones would be left to heal incorrectly, leaving those subjects to have those bones forcefully broken all over again.

In similar cases to yours, where their limb injuries were too far gone, a bone saw would be used. Skin would be shredded and blood would pool from the affected limb, revealing the pink muscle tissue underneath savaged skin. The doctors would just keep sawing through the muscle and tendons, all the way until they hit the dull bone that held the limb together. Once they hit that, they would apply even more pressure in order to cut through the hard marrow. Pieces and shards of white would splinter off as the metal cut through the bone, the fragments of bone were reminiscent of shrapnel resulting from war. Once the saw cut through the bone, it was only a short matter of time before the saw would cut through the remaining flesh. About a minute, to be exact. And once that was done, the dead limb would fall to the cold, concrete floor.

Like a parasite cut off from its host.

Throughout all of that, the subjects would never be sedated or knocked out. Not until they passed out from the pain, of course.

Whenever you heard their screams and wails of pain, a shiver would run down your spine. And you didn’t know why.

If you took one look down at the metallic arm you now sported, you could only guess that you had endured the same fate as the screaming subjects.

But you didn’t remember any of it.

If the screams weren’t from amputations, they were from the subjects’ brains being put in a blender. The screams were from being strapped in to a metal chair and hooked up to a machine that electrocutes their brain.

You had been strapped into that machine four times since that first session.

That same machine that tore apart your mind and put it back together in all the wrong places. Memories that were once dear to your heart and soul were yanked out and left empty, leaving your mind a blank slate for conditioning. Your mind was never the same. It was like a puzzle that someone tried to piece together with glue, yet a piece was always missing.

Something was always not quite right.

Your mind always swam, drowned, in unfamiliar voices cutting in and out. Their was always multiple voices —always male, and all of them held a certain twang. An accent that tied them to their birthplace, though you couldn’t place where. Two voices left you especially confused. The first was the gruff voice, one that barked orders and felt reminiscent to your handler. The second was the erratic voice, one filled with such excitement and adrenaline that was such a stark contrast to anything you’ve ever known. At least, anything you can ever remember.

You couldn’t place where the gruff voice was tied to, where the curve to his words originated from. You couldn’t tell where the erratic, rushed voice was tied to, especially with how his accent distorted certain words and vowels.

Those two accented voices would always say a word, shout it, even - voices painted with desperation and want.

Maybe it was a name? But whose name was it?

Foreign colors and hues burned at the forefront, seas of camouflage green and black running rampant. Yet, a flash of cerulean always stood out. Bright and electric. Whenever that vibrant blue crossed your mind, you felt something unfamiliar bloom in your chest.

Whenever you woke up, whenever you heard those screams, you were reminded of these thoughts and feelings that were so foreign to you. Reminded of the thoughts and feelings that you couldn’t place, voices that you couldn’t put a name to.

You were always reminded of the bitter truth — that your mind was just a broken puzzle, full of missing and misshapen pieces that would never fit.

A piece of you would always be loose.

If you weren’t woken by those bloodcurdling screams echoing through the facility, you would be woken by the door to your room opening. The clanging of the metal door and the creak of the steel scraping against the floor would ring throughout your room and make you jolt awake.

That was how you woke up today.

At the sight of men marching into your room, your heart skyrocketed from the calm, resting pulse and into a rapid panic. You curled into a fetal position, back against the cold wall and arms wrapped around your knees.

The first man was familiar to you, he was the man who kept you on a leash ever since that first session. He was the man who held all of the power over you. The man who controlled your every word and movement.

He was Brock Rumlow. One of HYDRA’s top secret agents and your handler.

He wore a permanent scowl with a clenched jaw, and furrowed brows to match. Always stone faced.

His dark hair was always styled into a point, the color blending in with his black gear. He wore a black muscle shirt and a bullet proof vest, paired with a tactical vest. He wore black cargo pants and combat boots. Strapped into his vest were tasers and combat knives, as well as a baton. His pants were equipped with a holster, and slid into that was a fully loaded handgun.

Aside from the vest and the array of combat weapons, his gear was the exact match to what you had been changed into all those weeks ago.

Beside him stood two other soldiers, all dressed in dark combat gear and armed with assault rifles. Rifles that were pointed at you, safety clicked off and fingers resting on the trigger — watching for any wrong move or any hint of aggression.

They were there for Rumlow’s protection, not yours.

“Up, now. You have training.” Rumlow ordered gruffly, eyes trained on your frozen figure. Dark eyes almost daring you to disobey.

You weren’t sure whether you should dart out of bed to appease his orders, or whether you should slowly climb off of the cot in order to appear non-threatening. After tossing the two possibilities around in your head for only a moment, you settled on the latter. You maintained eye contact with Rumlow while you climbed out of your cot, making sure to avoid any sudden movements that might appear aggressive. Once you were standing, you straightened your posture and kept your arms at your sides. Head high, and eyes straight ahead at the concrete wall ahead of you.

The two soldiers approached you on each side with caution, still pointing their rifles at you.

“Arms up.” Rumlow orders you.

The daily pat-down.

Having underwent this routine inspection every single day since your first session, you were already prepared.

You raised your arms and widened your stance, leaving a space between your legs so they could pat you down for any contraband or smuggled weapons.

The two soldiers lowered their rifles and began patting you down. One soldier started with your right shoulder and moved down that arm. The other patted down your back and your waistband, feeling the fabric to make sure there were no shiv’s or makeshift weapons hidden there. Once that soldier was finished, he moved on to your legs. He carefully patted your left leg down first, ensuring to feel at your ankles to make sure you didn’t hide anything in your boots. He then moved on to your right leg and did the same on that side.

Eventually, the first soldier finished with your right arm and moved to pat down your chest. He started at the shoulders and moved down, feeling to make sure that there weren’t any bumps in the fabric.

Your jaw clenched as the soldier began grazing over the fabric of your muscle shirt, almost taking pleasure in the inspection, however brief it may be. Your eyes shot to his and narrowed into a sneer, daring him to go any further.

Without noticing, your metal hand formed a fist. Ready to smash their faces in without breaking a sweat.

The soldier at your chest only glanced down at your metal arm once, before glancing back up at you with a gulp.

“All clear, sir.” The soldier stammered, almost squirming under your glare.

The two soldiers stood and returned to their positions at Rumlow’s side, rifles pointed at you.

You walked to stand in your usual position behind Rumlow as he began leading you out of your room and into the hallway. You could hear the heavy footfall of multiple combat boots echoing the hall — from the soldiers, your handler and yourself.

You embraced the change of scenery, no matter how depressing the other cell doors might be or how the grey walls seemed to stretch on forever. It was still different from your own cell, so it would have to do.

As you were escorted from your cell, you heard many different sounds echoing through the hallways. Screams of the assets and barked orders of the soldiers. Metal hitting metal, metal hitting wood. Guns firing.

But you kept walking. Step after step. Eyes staring straight ahead, unseeing. Just thinking of all of the people cursed with the same fate as you. Getting cut up and fractured, getting put back together only to be broken all over again.

Soon, you had arrived to the training center. Rumlow stopped in front of you and pulled his keycard from his pocket, holding it out in front of him so the security camera could identify him. The doors unlocked and swung open.

Rumlow lead the way into the gym and ushered in the two soldiers to follow, before shutting the door behind him.

You swallowed before glancing around the large room.

The gym was large, with black mats covering the concrete floor and mirrors covering the walls. There were machines scattered throughout the room, mostly ones that helped built strength and endurance. Weights were stationed on both sides of the room, and treadmills were lined up on both sides as well.

A few beds were prepared off to the side with IV poles next to them, and bags of clear fluid were hanging from the poles.

Soldiers were stationed at every corner of the room as well as the middle of the room, and the entrance. They were all armed with assault rifles and tasers, just like the previous soldiers you had already met.

Other assets had also filled the room. Plenty were already using equipment, whether it be lifting weights or running with the treadmill on high speed and incline.

Their faces were all hardened, clenched jaws full of pain or anger — or a mix of both. They would push themselves past their limit, desperate to avoid any punishment.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a loud whistle ringing out through the air.

The attention of every single asset in the room was drawn to Rumlow.

“It’s time for the first spar of the day. It’s down to … ” Rumlow glanced at his tablet. “Asset no. 09012020 and.. Asset no. 101943.” An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced around the room, looking to see who you would be up against.

Your questions were quickly answered when the sound of combat boots hitting the ground met your ears.

Your eyes dart to the source of the noise, to see a man stomping over in your direction. He was pale and muscular, and taller than you. He had shaggy brown hair that almost fell to his shoulders, some falling in his face. He had icy blue eyes and stubble that covered his jaw. He was also dressed in similar attire, a muscle shirt and cargo pants.

He also had a metal arm, just like you.

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