Chapter 1: Fallen and Risen

Ears ringing , vision blinded by blood and the violent rays from the eye of heaven , nostrils are filled with the scent of sweat , blood and gunpowder. I rose from the sandy terrain, spitting out the sands that had gotten into my mouth . As I look around , a sharp pain shot through my entire being , I look around and see a blade straight through my abdomen and 5 gunshot wounds . In a daze , I fumbled about for the firearm that I dropped , with my vision still blurred but returning to its clear state slowly .

"Крис, встай! Чем вы занимаетесь?" a voice echoes through my head as I grab my M416 . I turn around and see the chief in charge of this attack , Lance Sergeant Otto Glaslov , he then speaks to me in English : " Without the order from the Council , you're not allowed to fall until we say so!" . As a killer who was trained since my childhood days and experimented on with various of vials of serum , I have no choice but to obey his orders and even though if I want to fight back , I will not be able to do so because I am programmed to obey them like a loyal dog .

I slash across the field with all I can , without even looking back , until I spot a familiar redhead , blonde and male on the opposition . I stop in my tracks which allows a sniper to launch a good , precise hit of explosive round onto my chest , sending me flying for a bit . As I stagger to stand , the black headed male launches himself in my direction , as I prepare myself for his attacks , my eyes caught sight of him left metallic arm . Out of breath , I mutter the name that came onto my mind ," Bucky?". I see his eyes widen but fixated on me, he takes a few steps back . I am reaching my limit , but as how I am programmed to , I lunge towards him , dagger in hand and start slashing at him , with each of my offense getting weaker and weaker . I spot the redhead behind him , that eye color , her stance and the way she talks , it is , without a doubt , her .

"Natalia ." I whispered as I get tazed to the ground by the blonde girl who is , also without a doubt , someone that I know as well. The redhead grabs my wrist , looks at me straight into my eyes , demanding an answer as to how I know that name . My body, weakened by the blows I received , cannot do much except for letting me cough up blood as a response . I remember being cuffed to the ground . The blonde saying, " He's suffered a lot of fatal wounds , how is he still alive at this point ?". My vision goes black.

When I regain consciousness, I was strapped onto a chair , surrounded by people , with the familiar trio included . This brings me back the memories that I had being bounded onto a chair, with terror and confusion , I instantly struggle to get off the chair , rubbing my wrist against the straps , not caring if my arms will be amputated in the process. I hear a nerdy voice saying " He's not mad or anything , he looks .... terrified ". I calm myself down , stare at them with annoyance, pretending that what happened did not happen .

With a cold and sarcastic tone , I question their hospitality . " Is this how you treat visitors?" I scoff at them while spiting blood onto the side . " Damn , sorry for ruining your fine floor ." I apologetically mutter while staring at the ceiling . The blonde utter : " That's one polite killer ." with a smile on her face . It is at that point finally recognize the three of them , the two lassies are non biological siblings and was trained in the Red Room , the metallic arm man however was trained in Hydra .They are top tier soldiers in their respective units and no one have ever surpass them to this day. I was trained in both sides and end up being torn apart at what they call as the Council. I interacted with them multiple times before , heck, I was the one who helped them escaped .

"Long time no see, glad to see that you guys are doing okay." I utter weakly as I look at them. They look at me , confused , so I gesture them to take off my mask . The moment i saw their reaction , I regret letting them do so because they look even more confused .

In Russian , I say "Похоже, вам, ребята, удалось благополучно сбежать, я рад.Наталья , Елена , Баки." It is as if a switch within them is flickered and they instantly know who I am . " Chris ?" Natasha , also known as Natalia to people who are close to her , mutters with tears forming in her eyes . Both the blonde , Yelena and Bucky , the metal arm dude . look at me with sparks of joy . "Hey, it's been a while" I weakly whisper as I look down onto the floor.

A man interrupts our short lived reunion , " You know this dude ?" he asks, waving his spark plug at me . " To be honest, " I say with a sarcastic tone , " If it weren't for me that day when Hydra attacked you , you would've ended up dead . I basically went against my own order , which is to eliminate you , to save your dumbass from those slags." . He looks at me , amazed and asks " So , you are the one who slaughtered his own people , to save a genius playboy like me ?" . Rolling my eyes , I snap " I won't be so five headed if I am you because I got my arse saved by the enemy . "

I look at another guy with shield , " Hey Cap, don't forget that you owe me as well , super soldier ." He looks at me and ushers "I don't owe you anything . Scumbag ." I scoff as I return my gaze to the trio , i can feel the stares baring into my skull.

" Aren't you gonna say anything , mates?" I ask as I try to make myself comfortable . Natasha just utters the word " sorry" as she embraces me . Her warmth transmitting off her slender body . Bucky and Yelena are crying buckets as well. " There's nothing to be sorry about " I assure her as a sharp pain shot through my head. I wince for a bit , she looks at me , worried . " I'm fine , no worries . " I subtly say as I try to get my head straight.

I am finally untied from the chair , I stand up , stretch for a bit and with one of my hands up , I slowly remove the outfit that I have been wearing , showing them the scars I have bore . Natasha lets out a sharp gasp , Yelena is glued to the ground , the rest are just staring in shock . " I was medically , mentally and physically abused ever since I was born , I let them out to not let them go through what I go through . " I point at the trio while explaining my past to them . For some reason , I am able to convince them to let me join their ranks . " Care to have a spar?" Steve , Captain smartass America asks . I just say " Why not?" . Another redhead , Wanda looks at me with concern and asks " You sure ? I mean, you just got multiple fatal wounds and you are not fully healed yet.". I look into her eyes and answer " I fight with wounds almost the whole of my life , so it's fine . Thanks for concerning ." and walk away into a training hall.

For the first time in my life , I feel , assured and safe. It is like as if I have been risen from the chaos I'm in , which I will never be able to get out of. This is like a temporary safe haven in this hell I am in , I wish for it to stay this way .