Trigger Warning: Minor Child Abuse, Psychological Abuse.
Long black hair wrapped around the shoulders of a young girl as she wandered through the halls of HYDRA. There was a chill in the air, as was normal for a building located in the freezing cold Siberian hills. She enjoyed the cold and loved walking around the halls when the air was extra crisp. She passed by the lab and stopped, peeking her soft brown hues through the open door. It was quiet, as was expected for being late in the evening. She wondered if the frozen man was there tonight.*
*Sasha slipped into the lab, as she had done dozens on times before. She was intrigued by the man they would freeze in the tall metal chamber. She would visit him when her parents were away. He wasn’t ever awake, but she hated being in her room alone, and the other people at HYDRA weren’t always friendly. Her Papa always told her this place was to teach you how to fight, not to be friendly. She already knew how to fight, at least she was learning. Being indoctrinated into HYDRA was something all children of HYDRA families were expected to do.*
*The young girl walked up to the tank and placed a small hand on it, a soft sigh escaping her lips.*
“Мне жаль, что вы должны быть там одни. Я был бы твоим другом. У меня здесь нет друзей.”
//I am sorry you have to be alone in there. I would be your friend. I do not have any friends here.//
*Sasha stepped away from the tank and walked around her Uncles desk, sitting in the chair. She looks at some of the papers on the desk but they all looked boring. She opened a small drawer to find pens and other various supplies and papers. Sasha then turned a bit in the chair and opened a second drawer, her gaze catching sight of a pretty red journal with a black star on it. A tilt of her head portrayed her curiosity. She had seen her Uncle with this book before, and always wondered what it was for. A small hand reached down, wrapping thin fingers around the spine, pulling it up from the drawer it sought refuge in. She opened it towards the pages that were marked with a satin book marker, and found several words written nearly down the middle of the page.*
“Желание. Ржавый. Семнадцать. Рассвет. Печь. Девять.”
//Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybreak. Furnace.//
*Sasha furrowed her brow just a bit. /What strange words Uncle Vasily../ She thought, before she felt the chair swing around and she faced one of the HYDRA leaders her Uncle worked with. Her eyes widened in surprise, the angry man snatching the book from her hand.*
“Что ты здесь делаешь, маленькая крыса !? Пошли!"
//What are you doing in here you little rat!? Let’s go!//
*The man barked before grabbing her arm tightly and dragging her from the chair. Sasha cried out in pain, trying to pull away from the man, but he was far too strong for the little seven year old. He took her down the hall and downstairs to one of the holding rooms. She hated these rooms, it was where people were sent when they did something wrong. Sasha tried again to pull away tears forming in her eyes.*
“Нет! Пожалуйста! Больше я этого не сделаю! Пожалуйста!”
//No! Please! I won't do it again! Please!//
*The man huffed and opened a door before pulling the girl inside and throwing her roughly to the cold concrete floor. A groan of pain escaped her lips as her arm scraped against the ground, her skin cutting open with an angry red patch. She looked up at the man and shook her head. The man turned and walked out the door, locking it behind him and turning out the light. The empty and windowless room was pitch black and she wrapped her arms around her knees, softly crying.*
“Papa....”
