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 Testing one's mettle, Pietro
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date: December 5th 2013, HYDRA's fort in Sokovia
The Winter Soldier had spent much of 2013 frozen in suspended animation, kept from the action as the heads of HYDRA finalized their plans. But sometimes, he was woken up for necessary maintenance: training to ensure he remained on the top of his field - and to test the other subjects HYDRA had. The Soldier had been briefed before he had been brought out into the open, once more used for evaluation. He'd been brought out for that reason more than once; what better way to figure out how good a new subject than to pit them against the absolute best HYDRA had to offer?

So far the Asset had been able to defeat anyone he'd been put against. Some, he had been tasked to dispatch for their dismal performance against him. Even fewer he had been tasked to train for a while. These two, he simply had to assess and evaluate, figure out if they were worth the effort HYDRA put into them. His eyes swept all the nooks and crannies, even those too shaded to see much in as he followed one of the baron's lackeys down to the big courtyard.

The sun felt warm on the tiny bit of skin that was exposed, and in a subconscious gesture he tilted his head back a little to let the sunshine fall onto his face -the part not obscured by the half-mask covering his mouth and nose- as he drank it in. He didn't get long to enjoy the sensation of warmth, though, as some of the guards suddenly turned sharply to observe the new arrivals. Like them, the asset turned and looked, observing the way the young man moved - he was going to be the first opponent for him today. Had he the emotional capacity for it, he would have smirked smugly - though the guards were fairly heavily armed and he himself had only been given dulled training blades, the security measures would have been insufficient if he wanted to get out. Not that he wanted to; he merely hoped that, after his fight with the youth, he was allowed some food and drink.

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Pietro had always been told that his training was going well and that his skills were way above what they had expected, and the tests (correction, torture) were giving the best results yet. Despite this, he was still going to be evaluated. He didn't know much about he would be evaluating him or how they would be evaluating him but he knew it wouldn't be easy. Nothing ever was.

An agent came to find him as he sat in his room on his own. It was time. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't see any reason to. It was just an evaluation, but something about it felt... he didn't know... weird.

He was walked into a big courtyard and the sun shone down, warming his skin, but there was such a cold atmosphere as he looked around casually, he almost shivered.

Heavily armed guards turned sharply to observe him as he arrived but Pietro only noticed the man standing in the middle of the courtyard. He guessed it was his evaluator. He could tell it was going to be a tough evaluation. This guy wasn't going to go easy on him.

He couldn't see much of the person behind the half mask - only his eyes were visible, the rest was coated in black. His opponent was muscled and probably extremely strong, and who knew what tricks he had up his sleeve. Well, that's what he was going to find out. He probably had the element of surprise with his speed, but other than that, he had no advantage whatsoever.
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date: December 5th 2013, HYDRA's fort in Sokovia
The Soldier stood quietly, still, hands loose at his sides, but aware of where the guards were, where the man was, where the baron's man stood. But he waited patiently, relaxed, almost as if he wasn't wholly there.

He remained standing quietly as the baron's man stepped up to the middle of the courtyard - the test was going to be an evaluation, but it was also a spectacle for those HYDRA agents present. As much as it was an evaluation, it was also a show of strength and a subtle warning. This was the weapon of HYDRA the world learned to dread without even realizing its existence. He was the most effective ghost story in the world of intelligence agencies, most not believing in his existence but checking the shadows when he was rumored to be about nonetheless. Some myths one could not discard, after all.

Shortly, the baron's man informed the gathered people of what was going to happen - the Maximoff boy would fight their Soldier, one round the Maximoff boy needed to on the defensive, the other round he had to be offensive, and may the best man win. The baron's man had to snicker a little at that proclamation: the Soldier had been HYDRA's faithful, scarily efficient weapon for well over half a century now. The boy may have speed and, in that regard, the element of surprise on his hand, but the Asset had experience on his side, just like his strength and his reflexes.

Then, suddenly he took a step back and gestured at the two fighters to begin. The Asset still didn't move, hands still loosely at his sides, though his right hand hovered ever so close to one of the training knifes he carried. But as deceptively relaxed and distracted as he stood there, his eyes were locked on the pale-haired young man, waiting for the youth's first move.

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Pietro took stock of his surroundings slowly, letting his opponent see his movements, moving at what people who weren't Pietro Maximoff would call a normal pace. There were guards at all the exits, but he could probably bust through them if he needed to. Probably. No promises.

He always kept an eye on his opponent and began to move, very slowly, after the man stepped back. He watched the ground for anything that could trip him (he'd fallen one too many times for that to fool him again) and watched the Soldier's movements as he slowly shook out all his muscles. He had to wait for the right moment before he used his speed, otherwise he would no longer have the element of surprise. And in a game of Cat and Mouse, which was what this was, surprise was the best weapon you could have.

Of course, an actual weapon would have been nice, especially as Pietro knew his opponent would have some up his sleeve. Strucker didn't play fair. But he hadn't been given the option, and probably wasn't trusted enough to gain that right. No, he would have to cope on his own. As usual. And he could take back what he learned in cuts and bruises and give Wanda as much knowledge as possible so she would have a better chance than him. She already had the better hand powers wise. He was just a bit fast. He supposed that was the avantage of being the older twin (if only by twelve minutes). He did things first and he told his sister what to do and what not to do. And if she hated it, it wasn't his problem. He would apologise, but he didn't mean it, not really. He would take anything instead of her, any day.

He cocked his head to the side as he examined his opponent with narrowed blue eyes. He was definitely stronger and more experienced, but maybe Pietro could win this solely on his agility and speed. Maybe.
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date: December 5th 2013, HYDRA's fort in Sokovia
There was something about the way the Maximoff boy stalked closer, a certain thoughtfulness that made the Soldier weary. Still, he refrained from providing a physical reaction, like taking a step back or shifting his weight. All he did was curl his fingers a little and flex his metal arm, the metal plates whirring softly as they rippled and settled back in their original place. With the black leather sleeve of his jacket obscuring the vibranium alloy and his body keeping it out of the sunlight, there was little to betray its nature to those onlookers that didn't yet know who or what he was.

Movement up on the walls very briefly drew his attention - as stealthily as Baron von Strucker and Doctor List thought they were, the Soldier had spotted them and easily discarded them as irrelevant to his current objectives. As the young man drew closer, eyes narrowed as he was searching for weaknesses to exploit, the Asset shifted a little as if to meet him up front rather than from a side, though frankly it didn't matter much to the Soldier. Even restraints were limited in their ability to hold him; he didn't think there was much this man barely out of boyhood could do to him.

His heavy boots made a slightly scuffing sound on the cobblestones in the courtyard as he settled his weight comfortably in a relaxed stance, calm but ready to react. If only the young man would attack. " Чего ты ждешь?" he asked, scratchy voice carrying in the expectant silence at the courtyard in textbook Russian - his language of choice, unless programmed differently.

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Pietro halted several feet away from the Soldier, curious as to why he spoke his mother tongue. "Много вещей." He replied, his face remaining emotionless.

He noticed movement off to the side but ignored it. It was of no significance to this. He knew that if he failed the evaluation, he would be severely punished. They wouldn't kill him, they would lose control of Wanda too, but they could punish him however they liked. And their punishments were pain filled and, ultimately, worse than death. He'd had a taster session once when he'd apparently threatened to rebel, and he never wanted to go through that again.

At that thought, he brought his mind back from the dark thoughts and focused. He had to show he didn't need punishment. He had to show he was strong. He had to show he was a success. And the only way to do that was to win. Or put up an extremely good resistance.
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He ignored the answer of the young man - he wouldn't easily be taunted into taking action when he wasn't supposed to. Though HYDRA wished to keep him in a physically good condition, he was not exempt from persuasion or punishment, both of which were... Unpleasant. He did not wish to get wiped sooner than was necessary, and as such he patiently waited for the Maximoff boy to attack.

As he waited, he mentally reviewed battle strategies. There was something more about the young man, of that he was convinced, but he didn't know what he could do or what weapons he might carry, though it seemed he was unarmed. Appearances could be deceiving, though, and thus he remained vigilant. Given how lean he was, he likely couldn't pack much of a punch either, which only contributed to the theory that he was somehow more than just human. He threw up a quick look, silently asking Baron von Strucker for permission to attack first, but was denied with a tiny shake of the man's head.

He could, however, prompt the man to attack, hopefully. And so, with a swift but deliberately telegraphed move, he grabbed for the knife attached to his thigh, flipping it over through his flesh-and-bone fingers until he had a good grip of the hilt, ready to defend himself with the blade, let it catch the blows rather than the theoretically more fragile bones of his lower arm.

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Pietro raised an eyebrow a fraction at the Soldier's refusal to reply, and he also caught the question in his glance to the Baron. He calculated his chances, and decided if he could get his opponent down while he was defending, he might have a chance at winning. Or at least gaining approval.

He backed up slowly, eyes darting, making a path for himself. A plan was always good. He would (hopefully, although he didn't see any reason why it shouldn't work) use his speed and grab the knife out of the Soldier's hand, then jab at the usual pressure points he'd learned about on the streets, and then that should be enough. He shrugged to himself. It was worth a go.

He was finally at the right distance, and he shot off, a blue and silver blur, grabbing at the dulled knife with a hand, the other putting in a punch to the head for good measure, before doing as he planned and ramming several fingers into each pressure point and then returning to his starting place, all in the timespan of a second or two. He twirled the training knife in his hand teasingly, smirking at his opponent. "Вы не видите, что идет?"
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date: December 5th 2013, HYDRA's fort in Sokovia
The Soldier blinked, surprised when the young man vanished from his spot and attacked. The knife was stolen before he could properly reply, like he couldn't dodge the blow to his head, but as the man systematically attacked the various pressure points. He followed a predictable pattern, allowed the Asset to subtly dodge. The jabs still hurt, and he could feel the pain spread through his body, but he had been through far worse: a little pain was not going to disable him.

He watched dispassionately as the blur turned into a young man again, twirling his dulled blade and challenging him. The Soldier allowed his lips to curl up ever so slightly as he accepted it, finally shifting his stance to something a bit more dramatic. When he saw the man lean forward, he fingered his other blade and, as the man moved from leaning to actual movement, he drew it and let his other senses take over - his eyes were easily distracted by the youth's speed, but his ears tracked more accurately.

Orienting himself on the whoosh of wind coming closer, he twisted at the last moment, making Maximoff's blow merely a glancing one, and as the young man passed, he reached out with his metal hand and clamped down on an arm, digging his heels in to jerk the man off-balance as his other hand, knife tip-down, arced down towards the man's neck, intent on scoring it ever so slightly to draw blood and make a point.

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Pietro grinned to himself as he saw the Soldier change stance, and leaned forward slightly, preparing to spring forwards again. As he moved forwards, his arm flew out, heel of his hand aiming for the dip of the shoulder to throw his opponent sideways. He circled around to go back to his starting position, but as he passed on his opponent's left side, he was grabbed. Now that was rare.

He yelped both in surprise and pain as a hand considerably stronger than a flesh and bone one dug into his arm and he was pulled to an abrupt stop as the Soldier dug his heels in. His brain, like the rest of his body, saw the world in slow motion (according to Wanda) and so he managed to work out what the arm was made of as he was yanked off balance.

It must have been made of metal, the way it was digging into his arm, and therefore had joints. He presumed that any joint could be messed up if jiggled enough, and so he wrapped his free hand around the elbow joint of the arm holding him and began to vibrate, dipping in an attempt to avoid the knife's arc as he did so.
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date: December 5th 2013, HYDRA's fort in Sokovia
The Asset tightened his grip infinitesimally, careful not to break any bones - it was so easy with his metal hand to break and rip apart, both of which would be punished. He knew from experience. So he kept his grip and ignored the young man's struggle: the boy wasn't quite strong enough to successfully squirm away from the knife. But the way he vibrated was slightly worrisome; moreso when he felt something move in his arm, not quite an actual feeling, but it was a sensation he knew meant trouble was coming. So, with a quick and deft twist he locked his joints - even if the arm broke down, he could keep hold.

Then, with an involuntary grunt of effort, he drove the knife down with brute force, stopping just short of actually hurting the boy. Instead, he applied enough force to cut him, watching red blood form tiny droplets on his skin before he raised his eyes upwards, like a gladiator of old watching the baron for a thumbs up or down in approval - or disapproval. He gave the Maximoff boy a quick shake, as if to tell him to cut it out.

Finally the baron nodded, signalling his approval, and the Asset tried to let go of the boy. But his hand would not budge, the internal mechanisms damaged to such a degree that he could not make his joints unlock. "черт побери" he cursed, voice emotionless. He remained standing still as one of the guards hurried off to collect one of the technicians or scientists to either unlock the arm or detach it before he could continue fighting. "остановить извиваясь" he ordered the boy, irritated.

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Pietro tried to use the vibrations he was creating as leverage to get loose, but the Soldier had too tight a grip on him. He watched as the knife arced down and cut his bared throat, blood welling as his Adam's Apple pushed it further to the surfaced when he swallowed. Knowing he couldn't get out, he only tried to get more purchase on the arm as he was shaken violently.

He watched as the Soldier raised his eyes to the Baron, and watched him nod his head. He cursed under his breath. But his opponent would be at a disadvantage for the next round, though probably not such a big one given his easy capture of Pietro earlier.

He smirked as the Soldier attempted to let go of him and failed. He'd obviously sustained quite a bit of damage to his arm. And given that it was a hastily decided-upon risk, it had turned out quite well.

"остановить извиваясь"

He could hear some irritation in the emotionless voice, but refused to obey, only replying with a teasing grin, "Извини, дорогая. Нет может сделать."
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The guard did not seem to be in a hurry to return, leaving the Soldier and the boy locked together by a faulty piece of teach. In a tactical fashion, the Asset appreciated the man's abilities; the speed was very handy, and he seemed rather quick in thinking of alternative ways of using it. The Soldier usually worked alone in the field for the simple reason there were very few operatives who could keep up with and actually help, but he knew quick thinkers were useful in the field, so long as they obeyed orders.

He suspected the baron of having extra leverage over the Maximoff boy. There was no reason why the boy could not escape if he so desired, so it left but two options why he was there: either the boy was here voluntarily and was a good little agent, or the baron had leverage that would, without a doubt, ensure that the boy was safe to use as a weapon. But the young man didn't quite look seasoned enough to be a true agent, which made the Asset suspect it was the latter form of persuasion applied. HYDRA was nothing if not consistent, after all, and they very rarely tolerated disobedience - and even when they tolerated it, they made sure it was punished. Severely. That too, he knew, but he was in an unique position, as the scientists had told him often. With the way he healed, they had to be less cautious about their punishments, but he was also less inclined to commit any for of disobedience.

Finally the guard emerged, scientist in tow with a little tool box. Without any regard for the Asset's welfare or even humanity, he grabbed his flesh and blood arm and drew him away a little, also dragging the Maximoff boy along. Once they were in a better position, the scientist pushed down on the Asset's shoulder until he sat down, a little uncomfortably, and started testing the arm, finally resorting to using a magnetic tool to 'unlock' the grip and, with a hint of brute force, forced it straight again before stepping back. "He can fight on now, but the arm has to come off to be fixed," the scientist informed Doctor List and Baron von Strucker in somewhat broken Russian. The Soldier took it to heart, but wasn't overly bothered. He'd been trained to fight in many different forms and styles, and a largely disabled arm was not the biggest problem he had ever faced.

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Pietro waited for what felt like hours, alternating between staying still and vibrating to let off his energy. He'd have enough for the second round. When the guard finally emerged with the scientist, he tried to flinch away from them all as they were wrestled to the ground, the speedster falling into the Soldier slightly before retracting as far and as fast as his trapped arm would allow, eyes to the ground.

As soon as he was free, he scrambled to his feet and shot off into the shadows, rubbing his arm. It wasn't broken or sprained, but the skin was rubbed raw when he looked at it. He licked his hand and massaged the area quickly, in case he was called in to fight again, then wiped at the blood from his neck. He was concentrating so hard he almost missed the badly spoken Russian. So. His opponent was going to have to fight with one arm. But with the way he had caught Pietro, actually caught him (he was still shocked about that), he wouldn't be surprised if the Soldier wouldn't fight much weaker without it.

He stayed in the shadows until he was called up again, staying out of the way. The mark on his bare arm was still red, but not bloody, just chafed. This time, he was on the defensive. And he didn't think he had much chance, even if he was one-armed. Pietro swallowed, not letting the nerves get to him, and took a defensive stance.
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The Winter Soldier stoically watched the man's tampering with his arm, until the boy got loose and retreated into the shadows - then, the Asset's eyes lingered on the spot the boy had disappeared into the shadows, almost as if he were cloaking himself in them. Who knew, perhaps that was possible: all the Soldier knew was that many things were possible beneath Heaven and Earth, and he was in no position to ask questions about that. All he was meant to do was take orders and execute them to the letter, as efficiently as possible. If he did so, he would be rewarded with a hearty meal perhaps, or a long hot shower. If he failed to please his masters... Well, not all his scars pre-dated Hydra and the Red Room and his cognition. Not that he knew where most scars came from; the few moments he had had the opportunity to examine his body, only the fresh wounds and bruises made sense, as did the thick scars where his arm and shoulder were fused to flesh and bone. Very few of the others could he recall getting, though he could easily identify what had caused the wounds and scars.

It didn't take the Baron long to shrug; one-armed, two-armed or perhaps none-armed, the fight was still on. The Soldier shrugged himself, getting a feel for how much of a dead weight his arm was now. It had been disabled before, but every time was different - though he could not recall how, he knew he knew how to fight with the metal arm not functioning. It still worked sufficiently as a shield to block bullets, knives or blows, often damaging the attacker more than it did to the Asset, although it sometimes wrenched painfully at the seam of his flesh.

Satisfied that he knew the new limits of his body, he stalked towards the young man, still standing half in the shadows, his right hand grabbing the second training knife in a steady grip. Drawing blood was still quite possible without it, but it would be smoother and less damaging for the boy if he managed without having to resort to punches.

Frankly, the Asset was a little uncertain about how to successfully attack a speedster, but he would give it a damn good try and rely on his reflexes and muscle memory to grab him where his mind may not be fast enough to catch up with the speed the Maximoff boy moved at. So he just strode up to the man, not quite running, not quite walking, quite clearly aiming to do some damage - though the most logical action for the boy was to dodge him, and keep dodging his attacks, in the hopes of tiring the Asset out sufficiently that he could disarm or even take him down. His intent was to let the boy dodge and try a sideways attack during that, which he could block with his bionic arm, which depending on the force behind it should render the boy's hand unusable until the stinging lessened and feeling returned. His arm was, after all, harder than a brick wall.

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