The lights shut off, plunging Zemo and I into pitch black. Zemo clicked a pocket flashlight on, and began reading in Russian: “Longing.” I let my head fall back. I knew what was coming. “Rusted.” “Stop,” I hissed, not wanting this to happen now. I knew the destruction I was capable of, and I didn’t want that. “Furnace.” I clenched my fists stubbornly. “Stop it.” Zemo ignored me: “Daybreak.” I let out a tormented scream of fury. I fought my restraints, My left hand breaking free. I pulled at the other one, freeing my right. Zemo started to shout over me: “SEVENTEEN!” I charged the door, slamming my fist into it, roaring in anger and defiance. I punched the door again and again, trying to get out of the cell. “BENIGN!” I tried blocking it out, to no avail, continuing to strike the glass. “NINE!” “HOMECOMING!” “ONE!” He almost had control of me. Almost. If I could get out before he finished, I could shut him up. I finally smashed through the door, just as Zemo uttered the last words: “Freight car.” My head hurt, and my thoughts shifted: Serve H.Y.D.R.A.. Serve my new master. Zemo approached me tentatively. “Soldier?” I stared at him dead in the eyes. I sighed, and when I spoke, my voice was broken but accepting: “Ready to comply…” ★★★
It's shorter I know The last one will be #4 All credit to Marvel and Sebby
