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→"No, hang on a sec--" Tony said and reached to click play. Rhodey caught his wrist and stopped him. When Tony looked at his face, all he saw there was disgust.

→Zakharov had his back to the camera, but they could hear the sounds of him unbuckling his belt. Before he could get any farther, Rhodey stopped the video.

→"You can't hide what you do. You can't hide who you are. So why try? Why look away? You need to see."

→Barnes followed orders, but even on the low resolution video, Tony could see the eerie, dark blankness that usually ruled his eyes was gone. Now he was confused, afraid, maybe even a little bit angry.

→He circled Barnes slowly, letting what Tony imagined to be a cold, hungry gaze roam over him. Once he was behind Barnes, he ran his fingers across his shoulders, lingering on the angry scars where his metal arm met his flesh. Barnes squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head ever so slightly away, and Tony was again struck by how odd it was. Barnes's eyes were still closed by the time Zakharov was standing in front of him again. He finally realized something was off, and grabbed a handful of Barnes's hair, yanking his head back.

→It was labeled Project: WINTER SOLDIER, Session #1042, and it showed a familiar scene: a bare room with an old, wooden table and lone chair against the far wall. There must have been a camera, probably on a tripod. Barnes was on his knees in the middle of the room, nude, and Tony could have sworn he saw Barnes shudder. Other than the uncharacteristic shiver, the only abnormal thing about the scene was that there was only one Hydra agent in room--Zakharov.

→There was a video attachment, because of course there was. Tony didn't have luck good enough to get away with not seeing another video. After all, what was a supremely shitty day without seeing multiple brutal rapes?

→Comrade Zakharov assures us that his obedience training sessions with codename: Winter Soldier continue to improve and show great success. In fact, it has been over two years since there was any irregularity or degree of failure on the part of the Winter Soldier during a mission. Zakharov would like me to note, however, that these sessions are still necessary to maintain complete control over this very useful, yet possibly volatile asset.

→Barnes's whole body flinched and he covered his ears with his hands, trying to stop the sounds of loudspeakers. Tony was simply baffled. Had his translation program glitched?

→In the video, Zakharov pressed a soft kiss to Barnes's lips and then pulled away, saying, "On the table, Soldier."

→“Start searching the Winter Soldier files, I want anything you can find on brainwashing. Keywords: mental implantation, trigger words, compliance.” Suddenly, he was more interested in the nonsense words than in Barnes’s defiance. Breaking someone through pain and torment was one thing. It had happened to plenty of people and POWs around the world and throughout history. But brainwashing and trigger words? These were things he had thought were limited to science fiction movies and cheesy comic books. Yet he couldn’t ignore the evidence in the files. And when he thought back, the answer seemed embarrassingly obvious. How many times had he read the words mental implantation in the files and thought nothing of it? How many times had he interpreted Barnes’s compliance as a simple desire to not be hurt anymore?

→“You like it? You like watching this stuff?” Rhodey asked.

→"Look at me, Soldier. I didn't say you could close your eyes."

→Additional Note:

→Target eliminated with prejudice.

→Objective: US Colonel Jefferson Hart.

→Mexico City, 17 February 1957

→Mission Report: WINTER SOLDIER

→After that, he'd let Rhodes skim through the files. He didn't say a word when he discovered exactly what kind of "alternative methods" Hydra had used on Barnes, and he didn't flinch at the Winter Soldier's body count. Eventually, he stumbled upon a report Tony hadn't seen yet. He read over Rhodey's shoulder.

→Silence had fallen over twenty minutes ago, settling like frost on a cold, wet night. Rhodey sat in his wheelchair in front of the holographic display, a smattering of Winter Soldier files before him: pictures, reports, the strange machine specs Tony had stumbled across a few days ago. Tony had told him everything--or at least, everything he hadn't already known. The files, Ross's ultimatum. He didn't say anything about what had happened to him in Afghanistan--Rhodey had already seen that in vivid detail, he was sure--and to Tony's relief, he didn't bring it up.