The Mimic (HE/HIM VERSION)

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"Open that damn door!"

The doors were far too reinforced. They had been designed to withstand any and all of y/n's powers, so there was no way a normal person could knock it down, but that didn't stop the guards from trying.

They'd been alerted by the loud yelling and crashing coming from the man in the suit's office. The whole facility had. It was loud enough to feel the bass in the ground. However, the man in the suit's voice was never heard. No pained noises, no screams, nothing. The only voice that could be heard was y/n's. He screamed, shouted, shrieked, yelled. But none of it was out of fear. It was fuelled by dark, deep anger.

Young y/n had been evacuated out of his room out of fear that he'd also get injured due to the two-way mirror. The little boy was shaking, tears pouring down his cheeks as he was hurried away from his room and down the winding hallways. "What's happening?" He asked, his bare feet pattering against the ground. He could barely keep up with the guard that was protecting him, and if it wasn't for the fact that he had a bruising grip on his arm, he would've fallen.

All the little boy could think about was his parents. The crashes sounded so similar to the bombs that killed them, and the screaming just made it even more scary. However, he wasn't scared for the man in the suit. Yes, he trusted him, and yes, he listened to every word, but that didn't mean that he wasn't terrified of him. There was still a small spark inside of him that was desperate to go home, desperate to get away from the nightmarish facility that he kept him in. The idea that someone was hurting him didn't upset him. The only thing that was really keeping him alert was the fact that the man shouting sounded extremely similar to his father.

The guards continued to yell as they desperately tried to open the door, even commanding some of their men to shoot at it, but nothing worked. They tried to use different weapons and pieces of furniture to ram the door open, causing the crashes to ring out even louder across the facility. "Open the door!" The main commander repeated over and over again, kicking the metal door as hard as he possibly could.

However, as young y/n continued to be dragged down the winding hallways, everything went silent. Everything went completely silent. No more yelling, no more crashes, nothing. Nothing at all.

The little boy frowned in confusion, turning his head in a desperate attempt to see if he could spot anything. He knew that he'd turned far too many corners to be able to see his room anymore, but he still wanted to check. It felt far too quiet. And, just as he turned his head, he noticed someone that looked extremely out of place, yet he looked so familiar.

Y/n.

*****

Just as the silence struck, the door to the office was unlocked. It wasn't unlocked by any of the guards, though. It seemed to have been someone inside.

All of the guards stood in surprise, all preparing to shoot at whoever had just attacked the man in the suit. It was an eerie, uncomfortable silence. Nobody wanted to push open the door. Nobody wanted to find out who was inside. That was far above their pay grade. But they had no choice. They had sworn to protect the man in the suit, and that was exactly what they were going to do.

The main commander opened the door gently with his foot, holding his breath as the door slowly swung open. He held his spare hand up into the air, signalling for his men to hold fire until they got a perfect sight of the aggressor. They couldn't just shoot blindly into the room, they had a risk of shooting the man in the suit. He had a face of steel, but he was terrified. That person sounded like they were out for blood, and their boss was supposed to be the hardest person to kill.

As soon as the door swung open, a cloud of thick, dark smoke billowed out. It rushed into the hallway, plaguing the lungs of many of the guards as it passed, but that wasn't the main focus. That wasn't the main focus at all. If there was smoke, there was fire.

However, nothing could prepare them for the sight that they saw once the smoke cleared.

The whole office was destroyed. It looked like a bomb had exploded. Most of the furniture was completely destroyed and tossed across the room, but if it wasn't, it was either on fire or completely charred. The thick concrete walls had cracks and dents big enough for it to seem like the whole room was going to cave in on itself at any given moment. Heavy splatters of blood caked the walls, glistening in the light of the flames as it slowly dripped to the floor. The two-way mirror somehow hadn't been smashed, but the word 'monster' had been written in every single language that y/n had been taught during his time in Hydra, all in the man in the suit's blood.

The most gruesome sight of all was of course the man in the suit, and with every second that they looked, more and more details seemed to jump out at them.

His body had been propped up so it seemed as if he was sat with his back pressed up against the wall, his head hanging low. His suit had been ripped and burnt so much that nobody could've guessed that he was wearing such a prestigious suit just moments before. His once white shirt was stained with blood and soot, his leather shoes had been melted onto his feet, and his gloves had been stapled to his hands using a stapler than y/n found. Every inch of his skin had been scorched, mangled, and slashed. Y/n's handprint was branded into his neck, and bruising outlines of his fists had been printed onto his face.

But he wasn't dead.

As much as he wanted to give him the final blow, he couldn't, so he left him so severely injured that he would've wished that he died.

You see, he was right with one thing. If he died, he would simply be replaced by another man. Y/n couldn't risk the odds of a different person controlling him for that long. There was a chance that he would've never met Bucky. That he was never saved by the Avengers. He couldn't risk it, so he made as much damage as possible.

*****

The little boy's eyes stayed fixed on the man in the hallway, trying his hardest to slow down the guard so he could get a proper look. His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, tilting his head to the side.

Y/n was covered in blood and soot. His knuckles were bruised a deep, deep purple, but that was barely visible under all of the blood. Despite all of the blood, there were no cuts or injuries on him except for his bruised knuckles. All of the blood belonged to the man in the suit. Tears of pure anger rolled down his cheeks, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead under the yellow lights. But, y/n didn't move.

He simply stood there and stared at the younger version of himself. There was nothing that he could do without risking never meeting Bucky. Hell, he couldn't even touch him without risking the little boy taking in all of his powers. A weak smile appeared on y/n's face, nodding to the little boy as he waved at him with his spare hand, the other holding the briefcase that contained the Tesseract. He wanted to say something, anything. But he couldn't without alerting the guard dragging the little boy away. So instead he decided to tap into Wanda's telepathic abilities.

"You'll be okay." Y/n spoke through telepathy, expecting the young boy to freak out, but he didn't. He simply nodded, giving y/n a small wave before he was dragged around another corner by the guard.