THUD. THUD. THUD.

The sound of a hammer hitting a wall was all that could be heard, amid the faint sound of running water. Eventually, the wall gave in and broke open, leaving a large hole in its wake. The hammer clammers to the ground and a dark haired man reaches into the hole to pick out a cardboard box. On the side of the box is a symbol of an octopus-like creature with a skull for a head and six tentacle curled in. The label on the box reads H.Y.D.R.A.

The man empties the contents of the box onto a rusty table. There are documents, and papers, but one thing stands out: a red leather book with a black star on it. It's dusty and chipping, but in otherwise good condition.

Picking it up, the dark haired man stashes it into his pocket, before rifling through the files in front of him. The first one, upon opening, shows the picture of a man in uniform. "You've kept your looks colonel," he remarks, briefly looking up from the file to look at the man across the room. He's tied upside down to a pole, his head dipped into an empty basin that is slowly filling with water. "Mission report. December 16, 1991."

"Who are you?" The bound man asks in a thick accent. It sounds Russian.

"My name is Zemo," the dark haired man explains. "I will repeat my question. Mission report. December 16, 1991."

The man fails to answer yet again. Instead, he poses another question. "How did you find me?"

Zemo sighs, setting down the file and walking over to the man slowly. "When S.H.I.E.L.D fell, Black Widow released H.Y.D.R.A files to the public. Millions of files, much of it encrypted and not easy to decipher. But I have experience. And patience. A man can do anything if he has those."

The man continues to question him. "What do you want?"

It's clear that by now, Zemo's temper is slowly rising. "Mission report. December 16, 1991."

"Go... to... hell."

Zemo shakes his head slowly, in disappointment, before crouching down to be eye level with the man. He turns the water off the tap before speaking. "H.Y.D.R.A deserves its place on the ash heap, so your death would not bother me. But I'd have to use this book," he lifts the red book from his pocket. "and other bloodier methods to find what I need. I don't look forward to that. You'd only be dying for your pride."

The man remains silent.

Zemo nods. And after a few moments, he reaches out to turn the tap on again, the water gushing out with more intensity than before.

The water continues to rise, and Zemo watches as it nearly covers his entire face. Just before it can cover the man's lips, he utters two words.

"Hail Hydra."