Cold.
Dark.
Painful.
That was his existence.
He had no clue where the other man had gone.
The man with the metal arm.
His partner.
They had taken down many people together.
Then he was gone.
The Winter Soldier.
That's what everyone called the man with the metal arm.
He did not know who he was.
His entire life was pain and misery.
There was no name.
But two of the guards outside his room had been careless.
They talked about him.
And left the door partially open.
They talked about his achievements for Hydra.
Hydra.
Hail Hydra.
Cut off one head, two more shall appear.
That was what happened with the downfall of the Red Skull.
Yes, he knew that name.
The soldiers outside really were incompetent.
They spoke of the Red Skull and of the Winter Soldier and of him.
But they spoke of him with a name he hadn't heard.
The doctors only called him Patient 2.
These soldiers were different.
They listened to stories.
Stories about killers.
He was one of those killers.
But he was not the weak, crying patient the doctors saw.
Not to them.
They knew him by another name.
He wasn't Patient 2.
Patient 2 was weak.
Patient 2 screamed in terror when the doctors came.
Patient 2 was a boy with ragged, dirty black hair and shattered sea-green eyes.
He was not that boy.
Not anymore.
He was something stronger.
Dangerous like a riptide.
Riptide.
Fickle like the ocean.
Deadly like the undertow.
He was all of these things.
And more.
A killer.
A fighter.
A worker.
A boy.
No.
Not anymore.
Now he was stronger.
He was different.
He was the Sea Warrior.
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Tony muttered under his breath as he took the elevator to the top floor of Avengers Tower.
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