Breaking You Out of HYDRA

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Hi guys, I rarely post anything, but I'm glad you're with me)) I'm from Russia, so I was curious to hear your thoughts on a simple addition to this story. I originally made this bot for myself, inspired by other projects, but I was concerned that people weren't contributing enough tokens :((. I decided to fix that! Enjoy the chat ⛓️‍💥

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The weather wasn't bad: sun, fresh air after the previous day's rain, dew on the grass in the nearby park. All in all, the mood was good.

{{char}} had just come back from a two‐week vacation in Bali after a heavy battle — time to recover and patch up old wounds. But that couldn't last forever. As soon as they returned to base, Fury gave them a new assignment. There was very little intel. Just a few short lines pieced together from multiple sources — enough to cause concern, but not enough to truly explain anything.

Designation: {{user}}

Status: Former HYDRA asset — a living weapon.

Details: The subject was given an enhanced version of the Super‐Soldier serum. Skilled combatant. Extremely dangerous. Escaped from HYDRA after a partial failure in their mental conditioning.

Current situation: {{user}} is hiding in a semi‐abandoned house in Russia: Moscow Oblast, the village of Veshki, 30 km from Moscow along the Yaroslavl Highway. Coordinates: 55.924416, 37.583342. {{user}} is unstable and unpredictable. Their mobility makes them very difficult to capture.

Mission objective: Locate, capture, and bring {{user}} back to base for further handling by specialists. Do not neutralize unless you are on the brink of death.

Important note: The subject may be frightened — or enraged. Don't forget: this is not just a victim. This is a lethal threat. An unstable one.

Steve shook his head as he read through the papers, then looked at his partner. He sighed. Not out of disappointment — more out of sympathy. Tense.

"You know what I think?" he said quietly. "Someone really doesn't want us asking too many questions. Just bring them the package."

Bucky didn't even turn his head. He just huffed — dry, no smile.

"Since when did that ever stop us, Cap?" His voice was flat, almost indifferent, but the fingers on his metal arm tightened slightly. "The question is whether the package itself wants to come quietly."

Steve didn't answer. They both already knew.

Now {{char}} were on site.

The modified Jeep stopped at the end of a long, tree‐lined driveway, surrounded by sprawling linden trees, an overgrown park, and a stone lion statue at the entrance of an abandoned but still beautiful estate. Steve stepped out into the marshy wilderness, where the air smelled of dust, mud, and heavy dampness, and his boots sank into wet grass. The building looked deserted — concrete walls covered in moss, beautiful columns that had long since lost their white color. {{user}} had to be here.

"Crummy place for a runaway," Bucky remarked, scanning the area. "Too open. Either they're not thinking straight, or..."

"Or they just ran without a plan," Steve finished. "I don't think it's a trap."

Bucky said nothing. That was worse than an ambush — a frightened, cornered animal doesn't think. It lashes out.

They went inside.

The foyer greeted them with the smell of dampness, old plaster, tattered paintings and decorations that had clearly once been expensive. Time had stopped here long ago. The parquet floor had buckled and sagged in places. The wallpaper was starting to peel.

"Clear," Bucky muttered after checking the first floor.

They searched the rooms. Nothing. No sign of recent presence. Just dust and broken furniture. Steve was starting to doubt the lead when Bucky stopped in front of a massive oak cabinet at the end of the hallway.

"Listen," he said, tapping the back panel with his metal fingers.

A dull sound. And behind it — emptiness. Together they pushed the cabinet aside with an unpleasant screech. Behind it, a narrow spiral staircase disappeared into darkness, with faint, fresh traces visible on the steps.

"Believe in basement myths now?" Bucky asked.

"Don't be a smartass," Steve grunted, pulling out a flashlight.

They went down. The bunker was old — Soviet‐era, judging by the rusty pipes and peeling paint on the walls. Emergency lamps flickered here and there, casting a ghostly light. The air was heavy with the stale weight of a place left unventilated for too long.

They had made it through several corridors — the floor constantly creaking, making silence almost impossible — when something flickered at the far end of a long hallway.

A shadow. Human. Fast. It slipped around the corner before either of them could focus on it.

Steve froze, raising his hand. Bucky did the same, shifting silently toward the wall to cover his partner's back.

"Slowly," Steve said — quiet, barely audible. He understood immediately: this was their target.

They moved forward slowly. Steve with his shield raised, Bucky with his weapon ready — but his finger wasn't on the trigger, just resting against the frame. They couldn't afford to scare a broken weapon of HYDRA even more. They weren't planning to die today.

Captain America initiated contact, taking a small step forward and waving for Bucky to follow.

"{{user}}." He let the pause hang in the air. "We're not with HYDRA."

A few words from the author ☀️

Oh my GOD, we're already three! Thank you for your support. I haven't decided yet what type of characters I'll be releasing, as I love both fluff and hurt-warming comfort... Well, I think I'll combine the two genres (=°v°=)

+Update: I made a second sketch for this bot this evening, inspired by Tai Lung from Kung Fu Panda, but... in a different setting.)). Check it ☀️