Secretive - Bucky Barnes

5 || Delicate

»What are we going to do with her?« Steele asks, rather to himself and underneath his breath than to anyone particular. 

For days they have tried to hurt me. Tried it with common weapons, weapons of James's blood, and even weapons the blonde, red-eyed devil himself brought from wherever, but nothing caused a satisfying response to them. Not a single cut, my skin is as smooth as always but as strong as diamond. Not even the needles with which they extracted my blood, at least half a liter each morning, are able to sink into my skin anymore and cut through the surface.

The vomiting did not stop, either. It did get more, some days in which I am glad I only puke once, some days I have to run to the toilet faster than Usain Bolt more than four times. Nobody has a clue what is wrong with me; there are more tests than usual each morning, but it is kind of hard to take samples if there is no way of examining my blood. Not that it would do any good anyways, because my blood is pure gold.

»She's of no use currently.« he further states, glancing me up and down while I lean nonchalantly on the wall in the edge of Schmidt's office. 

»Currently, that's correct.« Hydra's leader concurs, tilting his head and closing his eyes. In his deep thoughts, wrinkles started to stretch on his pale forehead, more than usually, which makes him age for about ten years. »At least not in the way we intended her. But I got a new idea, quite advantageous.«

»And this new idea is?« Steele sounds as bored as I feel. »It's not like she was good for anything else. Maybe she was for motivating our soldiers, but sadly, someone in this room made her aware of her quality and she knows how to use it.«

Schmidt rolls his eyes, internally dead for this reproach. Whenever there was the smallest chance for Steele to point that mistake out, he did, and thereby leaving no possibility for dust settling over the situation. »You really think she would let herself be raped? I don't know much about your folks; my grandfather has been the one obsessed with the kind of yours, and Hitler himself. But I do know that you are not one to simply play around with, aware of your being or not.«

He leans back in his chair, eyes grazing me up and down like he had forgotten I was in the same room as him all along. Thing is, I know he did not, because I can perfectly hear the fastened rhythm of his heartbeat. »No, I thought more of something that would get her back to her glory. I mean, yeah, a few Mafia bosses are after Lilith Callan still, but has she a name in our league? No. Certainly not. Not anymore; not that every child knows they should take a turn, which is not lastly thanked by her change of looks.«

Steele squeezes his eyes, and I cannot seem to find myself comfortable with what is incoming. I mean, I generally cannot, but now, it again is a little worse than the usual tightness of the knot in my stomach I became used to. Schmidt continues. »I think she is quite unique, and it would be a waste not to use her powers. So, I want to get her into the field. Do the dirty work of ours. Make her a ghost story our enemies tell each other to scare the shit out of them before going to bed.«

»You want a second Winter Soldier? Don't we have enough of these pathetic beings already? None of them did work the way we wanted them to. All dead for whatever reason by now.« Steele argues, crossing both his arms in front of his muscular chest, which is hidden by an olive tee. 

»Do I look like I want to turn her into one? No. Wouldn't work anyways. Lilith Callan just needs to get her name new fame. More glory, even, concerning the new gifts of hers. Plus, a little bird told me that we actually captured someone who can easily hack Tony Stark's technology. I do not know how much longer we are safe in here if there is nothing that her genius mind can roam about. So, first of all, I want her to create a Serum, and second of all, I want her to get a reputation worse than her boyfriend's in his best times. I want to turn that angel over there into the villain of children's fairytales.«