Vic slowly opened her eyes. Once she was alert, she realized she hadn't warned anyone about what she was supposed to do.

"Dad,"

She sat up and immediately laid back down. Her hand went to her chest to see if she had sustained any other injury. Thankfully, she hadn't.

Then, she felt the pain.

The burning, agonizing pain of a treated bullet wound.

"What did I get myself into?" She asked herself as she started to lose consciousness again. Before she completely lost consciousness, she saw a nurse walk into the room for the night shift. She pulled out what looked like a walkie talkie out of her pocket and stared directly at her.

"yes, everything is in order. Prepare to move out."

Vic felt the wave of sleep crash over her as her eyes fell closed.

The entire base was asleep. Except for a large group of agents and James.

The agents, led by Rumlow, were all on the side of Hydra.

"Alright. One down, one to go." Rumlow told the small band of agents. He grabbed a tranquilizer gun and made his way through the empty base.

James was pacing the hospital floors as he thought about how to expose the traitor amongst them. He heard footsteps approaching and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was just another night nurse. He was going to take a seat on the chair outside of the room when he felt something pierce his neck. He winced in pain as he pulled out a small dart from his neck.

"Well Soldier, looks like you'll be coming back home after all." Rumlow laughed darkly.

James' eyes widened as he saw the man that had caused him so much pain. He stood but fell to the floor unconscious.

"We have what we need. Let's move out." He said into his com as he nodded to the nurses.

After the group stole a jet, they arrived in Siberia only a few hours later. The agents went back to their positions and waited for new orders.

"Wake him up, and make sure he can't leave." Rumlow ordered.

Two agents nodded and dragged the unconscious man into a large room. He was placed in a chair and latched down tightly so he wouldn't be able to move. a few minutes later, James regained hos consciousness.

"Welcome back." Rumlow said, walking in front of James.

"You-Why did you bring me back here? Where's Vic?" James questioned the agent, getting angrier by the second.

"Relax. You'll see her again soon. she'll be glad to see you alive and well." He smiled darkly.

"Why did you shoot her? Why did you have to shoot her for no reason!" He shouted at the agent. He tried to pull his hands back, and release himself, but failed.

"She didn't follow her orders. So now, I'm finishing what she started."

James glared at the man as his breath quickened. "Over my dead body."

Rumlow, angered by the mans words, landed a punch to James' jaw, almost dislocating it.

"You know what? Get him out of that chair. He's forgotten everything we've tried to teach him. Guess you'll have to learn it again." Rumlow said.

James felt a rush of panic as he closed his eyes tightly. He knew exactly what was coming. It wasn't what he was used to. It wasn't going to be another trial of erased memory.

It was torture.