#Hydra Prized Creation series

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 1: The Creation of a Living Enigma

In the clandestine depths of a hidden laboratory, far away from prying eyes, a young woman named (Y/N) came into existence. She was no ordinary being; she was the result of a dark alliance between the nefarious organization known as Hydra and their insidious experiments. (Y/N) was forged to be their ultimate weapon, a convergence of scientific prowess and untapped potential.

Hydra, driven by their insatiable desire for power and control, spared no expense in crafting their living enigma. In their relentless pursuit of dominance, they combined the most advanced iteration of the Super Soldier Serum with a host of genetic material derived from the greatest creators, inventors, and masterminds the world had ever known. (Y/N) became a living amalgamation of brilliance and physical prowess.

The laboratory hummed with energy as the final preparations were made for the creation of this unprecedented being. Hydra's scientists, cloaked in the shadows of their sinister intentions, meticulously calibrated the intricate mechanisms of (Y/N)'s creation. They carefully infused her nascent form with the advanced Super Spiller Serum, a potent elixir designed to enhance her physical attributes to unparalleled heights.

Layer by layer, (Y/N)'s genetic blueprint was woven with threads of brilliance and ingenuity. Fragments of DNA from luminaries such as Leonardo da Vinci, Nikola Tesla, Ada Lovelace, Albert Einstein, and countless others were delicately interwoven into her being. This genetic mosaic imbued her with an incomparable intellect, a mind capable of grasping the intricacies of science, art, and invention with unprecedented clarity.

As the final stage of her creation approached, (Y/N)'s dormant form lay suspended in a chamber of pulsating liquid, each nutrient-rich droplet nurturing her developing potential. The air crackled with anticipation, for Hydra knew that within her lay the promise of unrivaled power and immeasurable destruction.

With a surge of electricity and a burst of blinding light, (Y/N) emerged from her liquid cocoon, her eyes snapping open to reveal an incandescent intelligence that seemed to pierce through the veil of the unknown. Her hair cascaded around her face, dark as midnight, as she took her first breath, filling her lungs with the air of her newfound existence.

The scientists, simultaneously awed and fearful of their creation, gazed upon her with a mix of trepidation and pride. Their ultimate weapon had been forged, an entity capable of reshaping the world in Hydra's sinister image. But (Y/N) was no mere puppet; she possessed a mind of her own, fueled by the amalgamation of the world's greatest intellects.

Hydra, basking in the thrill of their accomplishment, prepared to unleash their creation upon an unsuspecting world. They envisioned a future in which (Y/N) would infiltrate the highest echelons of power, bending governments and institutions to their will. She would be Hydra's masterpiece, a living embodiment of their aspirations.

Yet, in the midst of Hydra's triumph, a flicker of defiance danced within (Y/N)'s eyes. Deep within her core, she harbored a yearning for freedom, an innate desire to break free from the clutches of her creators and chart her own path. She knew that she possessed unparalleled potential, not only as a weapon but as a force for change in a world marred by darkness.

As (Y/N) stood tall, her presence radiating with the knowledge of her extraordinary origins, she resolved to seize control of her destiny. She would harness her superlative intellect, her physical prowess, and the echoes of the greatest minds ever known within her, to forge a future that defied Hydra's sinister machinations.

And so, (Y/N), born of Hydra's ambitions but tempered by the indomitable spirit of her creators and inventors, took her first steps into an uncertain world. Her journey had just begun, her path riddled with choices, challenges, and a purpose that transcended the shadows of her creation.

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Chapter Four: Training

Summary: Delphia Odinsdottir is the Goddess of Virtue. While stopping petty fights between her brothers, sparing with her friends, and practicing with her mother, Delphia has visions of the future. However, her once boring, uneventful life as Princess is disrupted by one of the most disturbing visions she had ever seen. Which leads her to run into a patriotic captain in red, white and blue.

Word Count: 3896

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IN THE ISOLATED REACHES OF THE ALPS mountains, Hydra's base was filled with hundreds of soldiers running around trying to please their leader, Johann Schmit. The dreaded man who had made it his life's purpose to locate what he considered the end most powerful object that could end the war and ensure his victory. The Tesseract. Of course, he was able to find it eventually. After having to deal with an uncooperative princess and the betrayal of his last lead scientist, it made it even more satisfying to have the glowing cub within his possession.

He marched into one of the rooms that had many different machines decorating it. "Are you ready, Dr. Zola?"

"My machine requires the most delicate calibration." The stocky, balding scientist said to his superior while looking over his machine. The man, Dr. Arnim Zola, was the newest lead scientist for HYDRA. After Dr. Abraham Erskine had escaped with Princess Delphia, Johann had been furious. He instantly searched for the next best scientist who he could have complete control over. He certainly didn't want to have a repeat of his previous failure. "Forgive me if I seem overcautious."

Johann looked over some of the research that they had gathered about his most prized possession. He addressed the scientist with a drawl, "And are you certain that those conductors of yours can withstand the energy surge long enough for a transference?"

"With this artifact, I am certain of nothing." Dr. Zola turned to face his superior. "I fear it may not work at all."

Johann pulled out the box that he had acquired from Norway. He and Dr. Zola stared at it as he opened it up to allow the brilliant blue light of the Tesseract to pour out of it. The two were mesmerized by the cube and transfixed on it for a moment as Johann pick the cub up with a claw and placed it in the machine.

Dr. Zola turned the machine on, "Twenty percent. Forty. Sixty. Stabilizing at 70%."

Johann marched over to Zola and pushed him out of the way to take control. "I have not come all this way for safety, Doctor." Unlike Zola who had some restraint and common sense to make sure that the Tesseract was kept at a safe power level, Johann turned everything up to the maximum.

Bold blue lightning started to seep through the machine as well as the room which caused the two men to back up in slight fear. Something close to a distorted scream echoed in the room before the machine appeared to short circuit.

"What is that?" The short doctor asked in awe and slight fear once things became calm again.

Johann caught sight of the machine that his scientist was able to build and turned the man towards it. "I must congratulate you, Arnim." They had successfully collected the power from the Tesseract just like they wanted. "Your designs do not disappoint. Though they may require some slight reinforcement."

Excitement started to bubble up in the short man who stared at his creation. "The exchange is stable. Amazing! The energy we have just collected could power my design, all my designs. This will change the war."

Johann shook his head at his words. "Dr. Zola, this will change the world."

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"Margret Carter?" A soft voice asked over the orders that were barked out around the army training camp.

The brunette woman who spoke elegantly glided through one of the offices of the camp. Each step she took in her flats drew the attention of every man who was trying to do their work. Her beauty was proving to be a large distraction to everyone, though it wasn't like they were complaining.

A different brunette woman turned around at the sound of her name. Agent Carter, a spit-fire of a woman, raised an eyebrow as she turned to the other woman. "Yes?"

Delphia smiled kindly, "I am Delphia, Dr. Erskine's assistant. He told me that I would be looking over the new cadets with you."

"Oh," her ruby lips pulled up in a small smile as they shook hands, "yes, I remember." The princess nodded her head and gestured behind her to head out. Peggy followed her as the two walked out of the office and into the hallway. "I'm glad that there's another woman around to deal with these men."

Delphia agreed, "Oh, yes. I am as well, I do not think I would be able to handle being one of the only ones."

The two of them chuckled together as they started to make their way out of the building. It was a good thing that another woman was around for each of them. There were a few women, but they were mainly the nurses who looked after the injured but even then there weren't even a dozen of them.

However, after Delphia was told that there was going to be another woman looking over the cadets, she was overjoyed. Not only has she been cooped up in her quarters for a while, but she hasn't had a woman to talk to in quite some time. She could already tell that she and Peggy were going to be the best of friends.

Delphia flashed her a dazzling smile, "Now, shall we go meet the boys?"

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A line of uniform-clad men mingled together as they waited to be addressed by a superior. Among them, Steve Rogers waited patiently and silently. He was not like the other men who were large, buff, and tall, obviously. He was dwarfed by them due to his

"Recruits, attention!" The British woman shouted which certainly got all of the men's attention effectively. Peggy and Delphia approached the line of men and surveyed them with critical eyes. However, Delphia was a tad bit more curious than Peggy was. After all, this was one of the first times that she was actually seeing what a Midgardian army really looked like. She has seen what the Asgardian army is like along with how the warriors fought. That was mainly due to her friendship with Sif and the warrior three along with Thor's insistence about teaching her some fighting tactics. "Gentlemen, I'm Agent Carter. This is Delphia. We supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria?" One of the soldiers decided to ask. "Thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army."

Peggy and Delphia shared a glance with each other and seemed to have a silent conversation. "What is your name?" Delphia asked him sweetly.

He faltered for a second at her striking beauty before his smirk consumed his entire face. "Gilmore Hodge, your Majesty."

Peggy walked towards the line and nearly scowled at him, "Step forward, Hodge." He did as told with a smug smile. As she stood a few feet behind Peggy, Delphia knew that she did not like this man at all. "Put your right foot forward."

"Mmm…" He hummed smugly, "We gonna wrassle? Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like."

He didn't get to even get to chuckle at his innuendo before Peggy punched him in the face. The other men snickered at Hodge's unluckiness. It wasn't every day that you met a woman as feisty as Peggy Carter, and she was certainly going to make it known to all that she wouldn't be messed with. Delphia snickered from behind her hand. She didn't usually like violence but she was certainly amused by the scene in front of her.

"Agent Carter." A man called as he climbed out of a truck and approached the collection of soldiers.

"Colonel Phillips." The two women chimed and turned to their superior.

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" He nodded his head at the other woman who returned the gesture. "Delphia." He then looked down at the soldier who had been punched. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do."

Gilmore sniffed as blood started to come out of his nose. With his pride wounded and after being put in his place, he nodded his head, "Yes, sir."

The Colonel started as he walked up the line of fresh meat and assessed them with a critical eye. "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men…" He paused when he came to the scrawny Steve Rogers. He shared a look with Abraham who just raised an eyebrow. The colonel swallowed thickly and continued, "And because they're gonna get better. Much better. The Strategic Scientific Reserve is an Allied effort made up of the best minds in the free world. Our goal is to create the best army in history. But every army starts with one man. At the end of this week we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of super-soldiers. And they, will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of Hell."

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Weeks started to go by. Days blurred together as the new cadets continued with their training. The cadets went through their basic training which included a few different obstacle courses. Though throughout this time, some of the soldiers decided to pick on Steve as much as they wanted. Laughing at him when he failed certain tasks or making sure that he was trapped underneath some barbed wire, which he currently was.

"Rogers!" Sergeant Duffy shouted in frustration as she stormed over to the course, "Get that rifle out of the mud!"

Delphia watched from the sideline as the scrawny man was reprimanded and pulled out from underneath the wire. She sighed heavily and put her journal down. The way they treated Steve was dishonorable, she thought. Every man deserved a chance to prove himself, and she believed Steve has done that plenty of times. Despite being smaller and a sickly, he still tried to keep up with the others. Didn't that deserve at least a little bit of respect?

Yet the others still looked down on him for his small stature and obvious physical disabilities. She hated that. Delphia hasn't seen this before, most likely due to her not being around armies that much besides with her brothers and friends. The princess knew that there were people like this, bullies, but she hoped that these men would be better than this.

She turned to Peggy, "I am going to check on Steven." Peggy gave her a knowing smirk and nodded her head as Delphia walked off without barely giving her a second look. If the agent didn't know any better, she would say that her new friend was more attached to the man than she might believe. However, Peggy would keep her mouth shut for now.

Delphia walked over to Steve as he tried to readjust his uniform and check if he had gotten cut. He found that he did have minor scratches on the side of his face and hands. Steve would need to get those cleaned up soon.

"Steven," the angelic voice that he had come to love spoke. The soldier turned to find Delphia walking over to him. Despite having to wear a similar outfit to Peggy, a standard uniform for the woman, he still thought that she was breathtaking. Honestly, she would look beautiful in anything. "I think I should take you to get your injuries looked at, yes?"

Steve spared Sargent Duffy a glance who nodded his head begrudgingly to the agreement. With a toothy-white smile likes hers, it was hard to say no to her. Delphia then leads Steve away from the muddy obstacle course as they tried to get back to either the infirmary or the barracks. The soldier shook his head, "y-you don't have to-"

Delphia pursed her lips, "nonsense. It is my duty to look after you, after all." This was included in her job, yes? Making sure that Steve was looked after and cared for. After all, they couldn't have their test subject hurt before the actual experiment, that's what she justified her actions with. Steve could have gone to get checked up on his own, or even continued on with his training, but Delphia knew she had to step in. Not only to get Steve as far away from those bullies but also to ensure that he was alright.

The two walked over to the infirmary building and idly chatted with each other. Over the course of the few weeks that they've known each other, the two had become relatively good friends. Then again, Delphia was friends with just about everyone she met. Though there was no doubt that she was closest to Abraham, Peggy, and Steve. Though she seemed to be Steve's only friend at the base, seeing as most people looked down on him. Honestly, he was grateful for Delphia... and Abraham of course, he couldn't forget about him. They were the reason that he was given this change, after all.

"Ah, there you two are!" A bubbly woman dressed in a nurse's outfit said as they came into the infirmary. A small number of soldiers with sprains and small cuts sat on some beds that were around the room. The nurse who approached them smiled widely at the two. Her wavy red hair swayed around her shoulders like a river as she ushered them over to one of the beds with enthusiasm. Her eyes, which were a swirling shade of hazel, gleamed in a knowing way as she maneuvered Steve onto one of the beds and started to look him over. "Now, then, a few cuts will be easy to fix!"

The princess stared at the nurse in confusion. She had never seen this woman before, and Delphia was certain that she knew just about every woman in the camp. Then again she could be someone new and just started working here recently. However, there was something in the way that the red-haired woman stared at both her and Steve with that was... strange. "What is your name, miss?"

The woman's smile seemed to grow even wider as she stared at Delphia with a spark of admiration in her eyes. "Jennifer, ma'am. But that's not important! I suspect you want to look over Mr. Rogers." Delphia nodded her head slowly with a raised eyebrow. Wasn't the nurse suppose to be the one to do this? "Awesome! You do that, you know, take care of him, 'cause that's what you do, what you always do. Nice to meet you two!" The nurse rambled out without taking a breath before grabbing some supplies and handing them to Delphia. The redhead then hopped away and left Steve and Delphia by themselves.

Steve watched the weird woman go with furrowed eyebrows, "that was a little..."

"Odd?" Delphia giggled as she started to use the supplies that Jennifer had given her to fix up the cuts on Steve's cheek. The man hissed slightly when she pressed a cotton ball covered in alcohol to a cut, which she quickly apologized for. She made quick work with cleaning up Steve and making sure that the cuts that were worse than the others were bandaged up. Her movements were graceful and it was quite obvious that she was used to having to do this.

"You're pretty good at this, huh?" Steve asked as she put the supplies down.

"Yes," Delphia nodded her head, "my brothers and friends have a tendency to get injuries, you see. It only makes scenes that I learned how to heal them when they got hurt."

She reminisced for a minute as she remembered the many times that she has had to heal either Thor or Loki(Mostly Thor) after a battle or stitch up Sif or the warrior three. Though Delphia was quite certain that the only reason Fandral wanted to be healed by her was to try and charm her in some way. That man could not just give up, no matter how much she persisted she was not interested. A bittersweet smile came to her lips. She missed them, she missed them all terribly.

She longed to see her home again after so long. Delphia wanted to see her glittering palace once again, wanted to laugh with her friends, and stop any fights that may come between Thor and Loki. After nearly over two years, Delphia was thoroughly homesick.

Steve frowned slightly as he saw the look in her eyes. With quite a bit of hesitation, he placed a hand on her arm to try and comfort her. He didn't know much about her life, admittedly. They have grown close, yes. However, Delphia was, surprisingly, a secretive woman. She kept to herself most of the time and hadn't divulged much of her past to him. Though it's not like he needed to know about her home, and it was obviously a bit painful for her to talk about. So he left it alone, for now.

Delphia cleared her throat, "shall we head back to your training, Steven?"

The soldier nodded his head before jumping off of the bed, "yeah, I guess." They walked out of the infirmary building and didn't even notice the hazel eyes following after them as Jennifer started to scribble in a small black journal she held in her hands. An enthusiastic smile on her lips as she watched the pair leave.

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"Pick up the pace, ladies!" Sergeant Duffy shouted as he jogged alongside the cadets. At the back of the pack, Steve did his best to try and keep up with them. Though he certainly wouldn't give up during this training exercise. He had to prove to everyone that he was just as capable as the other men. Just because he was a scrawnier man didn't mean he was much less of a soldier. "Let's go! Double time! Come on! Faster! Faster! Move! Move!" He shouted at them as they approached a flagpole. "Squad, halt!" They all came to a stop as Steve was grateful for the small break. He leaned against his knees and tried to catch his breath. Seargent Duffy pointed at the flagpole. "That flag means we're only at the halfway point. First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter. Move, move!"

All of the men, sans Steve, jumped towards the pole and started to fight each other to get to it. "Come on! Get up there!" They fought and pushed against each other to be the one to get it. After all, who wouldn't like to take a break from all this running and get to take a ride with a pair of lovely ladies?

"If that's all you got, this army's in trouble! Get up there, Hodge! Come on! Get up there! Nobody's got that flag in 17 years! Now fall back into line! Come on, fall in! Let's go! Get back into formation!" In defeat, all of the men listened and fell back into their previous formation, except for scrawny Steve. "Rogers! I said fall in!" Steve still ignored him and leaned down to pull the pin out from the bottom of the pole. To everyone's astonishment, the pole tilted and fell to the ground.

Without gloating or boasting about his out of the box thinking, Steve simply walked up to the fallen flag and unclipped it. He picked it up and rolled it into his hands before handing it to Sergeant Duffy. "Thank you, sir." He climbed into the car next to Delphia and smiled tiredly at her which was reciprocated. The brunette woman turned down to her small leather-bound book to write something in her neat handwriting as the jeep drove off.

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Later on, the group of cadets was doing push-ups as Peggy shouted at them. They all panted heavily as they did their best to keep up with her commands. "Faster, ladies! Come on. My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!" The only one who was unable to keep up was Steve. Though he didn't give up, not at all.

Chester Phillips walked alongside Abraham as they approached the group of cadets. "You're not really thinking about picking Rogers, are you?"

He had been going on and on about allowing Steve into the army. The skinny kid couldn't do what the other could. With no strength to speak for, the Colonel thought that he wasn't the right pick for the program.

Abraham sighed, "I am more than just thinking about it. He is the clear choice."

"When you brought a ninety-pound asthmatic onto my army base, I let it slide. I thought, what the hell? Maybe he'll be useful to you, like a gerbil. I never thought you'd pick him."

The two of them came to stand next to Delphia as she wrote down some observations in her small journal. She smiled at the two in greeting.

"Up," Peggy ordered the men as they began to do jumping jacks.

"You stick a needle in that kid's arm and it's gonna go right through him."

"Come on, girls," Peggy said as the men continued their exercises which drew their attention to a struggling Steve.

"Look at that." Chester pointed at the small man, "He's making me cry."

Abraham shook his head at the colonel's words, "I am looking for qualities beyond the physical."

Chester was obviously frustrated with the situation and sighed heavily, "Do you know how long it took to set up this project?"

"Yeah, I know."

"All the groveling I had to do in front of Senator What's-His-Name's committees?"

"Brandt. Yes, I know." He nodded his head, "I am well aware of your efforts."

"Then throw me a bone." The Colonel begged and gestured to one of the men who were far bigger than Steve, "Hodge passed every test we gave him. He's big, he's fast, he obeys orders. He's a soldier."

"He's a bully." Delphia turned from her writing and chimed in with her nose scrunched up in distaste.

"You don't win wars with niceness, ma'am." He sneered before turning to the boxes behind them. He pulled out a dummy grenade which caused Delphia to flinch slightly. "You win war with guts." He pulled the pin and threw it into the group of training soldiers, "Grenade!"

Everyone jumped away from the weapon in fear. They ducked and ran for cover to try and keep themselves alive. Though one man did not run. Instead, skinny, little Steve Rogers jumped into action and places himself right on top of the explosive.

"Get away!" The brave man shouted and waved away everyone else, "Get back!"

A few more seconds of tense silence passed before everyone let out a sigh of relief once they realized that there wasn't any real threat. "It was a dummy grenade." An officer called, "All clear. Back in formation."

Steve looked up stunned at Colonel Phillips, Delphia, and Abraham with wide eyes. "Is this is a test?"

The doctor smugly looked at Phillips who sulked. Delphia couldn't help herself but giggle at the colonel's failed attempt to prove them wrong. Steve was the right choice, not Hodge. She smiled sweetly at the stunned soldier which caused him to become flustered.

"He's still skinny," Phillips scowled before stomping off.

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this week i read...

Darling, Keep the Lights On (Until I Get Home) by capsicleironman  💙

Summary: When Steve Rogers is awoken from the ice early, he is assigned as the personal assistant to Tony Stark, the man on TV with the strange glowing light in his chest. The plan was simple - protect and gain intel. It was supposed to be just another job, but then again, nothing in Steve's life has ever gone according to plan.

Iron Man 2 Divergence where Steve ends up working for Tony instead of Natasha, and his interest first in the arc reactor and then in Tony himself, leads him through the events of the Avengers, Iron Man 3, and Captain America 2.

17k words 

It's Only Half Past (The Point of Oblivion) by LadyHabren (equalopportunityobsessor)

Summary: "I think it's generally agreed that all of Steve's senses are powered up by the serum? He can hear people whispering on the other side of the room, probably sees a hell of a lot further, etc.

But there are definite downsides. How does Steve control this side effect of the serum?"

Captain America is more than a man - he is a hero, he is an ideal, he is pure muscle held together by patriotism and moral fibre... And not even Captain America can fight it when his own brain turns against him.

4k, sentinel/guide au, not set in mcu, 

Do-Over by gottalovev  💙

Summary: Steve woke up six months ago into a future that leaves him indifferent. There is work, and not much else. His current mission is a basic search and rescue operation to retrieve an American who was kidnapped by a terrorist group ten days ago. He won't let the fact that the hostage is Howard's son be a distraction.

14k words, ironman 1 - 2 but with steve on it!, 

Calls Me Home by steve-capsicle-rogers (adorable_lab_rat)

Summary: Tony can't help but notice the far away look on Steve's face. The visible pain and loss. It wasn't right and giving Steve back everything he'd lost was the right choice. The right thing. And honestly Tony didn't do the right thing near enough.

9k words, post avenger 1, tony time travels to victory day with steve to make him happy 

Memorial by hanyou_elf

Summary: Here rests in honored glory an American Soldier known but to God.

Steve visits Arlington's Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in lieu of visting the tombs of those he's lost.

600+ words, steve visits his grave and tony supports 

Damaged by orphan_account

Summary: Prompt: Can you write a story where Tony is having heart problems again even after the shrapnel and arc reactor is removed, like he needs a pacemaker or something please? :)

Steve is worried about Tony after the doctor tells them Tony needs a pacemaker. Tony being Tony decides to build something better.

2k words, arc reactor + health problem 

Warning by laireshi

Summary: Tony's left arm hurts.

100 words, angst post-civil war au 

Told You Dirty Jokes Until You Smiled by ChibiSquirt  💙

Summary: Steve was waiting at light, casually checking out the man in the car behind him, when his phone pinged.

75k words. WIP T_T . steve is cap but tony isnt ironman (yet?). steve is awaken before ironman 1 and meets tony, proceed to have friends with benefits arrangement... 

blood, Lies, and Love by Ridley160

Summary: When Steve Rogers volunteered for Project Rebirth they told him they would make him a hero. No one bothered to tell him that the serum would change him into a monster that needed to feed on the blood of the living for survival. Now he has woken up 70 years in a future where there are more like him and his affliction is now seen as gift. Only Steve is convinced that he is at his core still just a monster.

Then he meets the brilliant, quirky and charismatic Tony Stark, the only person in this crazy new world that seems to understand Steve's misgivings about what he is, but Tony is haunted by something. A secret he has carefully guarded for many years that forced him to push everyone away.

33k words in 13 chapters, steve is cap + a vampire but tony isnt ironman, 

Blood Loss by wisia

Summary: The serum really did work a miracle. It created Captain America, and Tony would like the serum to work a miracle on him too. If only he didn’t fall in love.

5k words, set in captain america 1st avenger, tony is scientist/adventurer looking for a cure for his heart problem 

scientific Heresy by antigrav_vector

Summary: In the process of running the particle accelerator in his basement and fixing the arc reactor, Tony finds himself flung into the past where he has to take on a fight not his own if he wants to get home to stop Vanko. At least he had a chance to replace the old rector that had been killing him with the new one before everything went sideways... But now he has no choice but to face off with family, friends, and old heroes, and none of that sounds remotely appealing. Well, okay, getting to meet them all during their glory days kinda does.

But as it turns out, they're not exactly what he imagined, and his path home is a lot longer than he'd hoped it would be.

And a lot more complicated.

34k words in 12 chapters, time travel au @ cap 1 and ironman 2, steve/tony/bucky 

we will meet in another life by theappleppielifestyle

Summary: Tony is there instead of Howard during Project Rebirth. He ends up following Steve into the Howling Commandos, into the Atlantic ocean and into the 21st century.

6k words, canon divergence. 

Keep on Beating by itsallAvengers

Summary: There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

6k words, self-sacrificing tony strikes again and steve is upset.. so tony comes to a solution... 

Coming Up Roses by NobodysBloodyPrincess  💙

Summary: Those with a death wish referred to the High Commander’s infatuation with the late Tony Stark as an ‘obsession.’ They were wrong. It had to be more than that, after all there was no word for what the High Commander was about do in the name of making things right.

No one gets a redo of life… no one except High Commander Rogers that is. Everything is coming up Roses and Sunshine for him. After all, he has a dream and it’s going to come true.

41k words in 3 chapters, beautiful but a bit dark and sad, just like the author said: “‘i’ll be with you till the end of line’ but stony”, definitely one of the best fic i’ve read because THEY ARE HAPPY T_T 

The One With Bucky's Biggest Fan by justanotherpipedream

Summary: Steve still can’t believe how long it took for him to notice. It wasn’t a secret really, just something that no one had cared to ask...it honestly took Rhodey pulling him aside and pulling out an old photo album, before Steve really understood.

Tony Stark was a Bucky Barnes fan.

(aka The one where Tony is the biggest Bucky Barnes fanboy, Steve is a supportive boyfriend, and Bucky is perplexed by it all.)

2k words, it’s all in the summary 

Sins of the Mother by skullshy  💙

Summary: All she could see when her eyes closed was Steve’s face in the courtroom. Stern, pained— with that fucking all-American self-righteousness.

Toni wondered for years whether it would have made a difference. Told him that she was pregnant, that Ultron was to protect their baby, and how sorry she was.

On her worst days, she imagined it wouldn’t have mattered.

23k words in 23 chapters, female tony stark, civil war (or age of ultron?) canon divergence 

So this is bonded life by Captainstark12

Summary: Steve had been protecting the human village from hydra creatures like him for five years. And now he was ready to take his prize as he had the privilege of choosing an omega to bear his child. Hopefully his chosen omega human would want him back as much as he wanted him

4k in 6 chapters, mythology au 

I don't think there's a manual for this by itsallAvengers

Summary: So. His son can stick to things, apparently.

If only Tony had realised this before he'd caught him hanging off the 89th floor of the tower.

Well. Parenting was never going to be a smooth road, was it?

2k words, stony adopts peter parker and then they become superfamily 

For Your Eyes Only by SarahHBE

Summary: Every soldier looks forward to mail call. But Alpha Steve Rogers gets a big surprise with the letter his Omega, Tony Stark, has sent him.

2k words, explicit bcs of sexual content 

It Was Just A Matter Of Time by babynative

Summary: The clock was ticking. And then, black.

719 words, civil war canon divergence, angst 

This Can't Be The Last by MusicalLuna

Summary: Hours after a mission ends, Tony's heart starts to race.

1k words, tony had a heart attack, but not angst! 

The Billionaire and the Army Captain by Neverever

Summary: Facing finanical ruin and needing to care for his sick daughter, Steve Rogers agrees to marry Tony Stark, who needs to get married by his 30th birthday to inherit. It's just a job for Steve until he starts to fall for the enigmatic billionaire.

12k words, non-powers au, 

Adopt by greenteeth  💙

Summary: Steve's life is the same as usual. He goes to work, fights super villains, banters with other Avengers and goes home to an empty apartment. Until the son of an old friend shows up asking for help, well sex first, then help. Suddenly Steve is married, fighting super villains, worrying what Obadiah Stane and coming home to Tony most nights of the week.

42k words in 17 chapters, ABO, tony is not iron man, the story is complete but it’s a part of series that seems to never see the light T_T 

The Act of Creation Will Be Your Salvation  by scifigrl47  💙

Summary: When Tony Stark was seventeen years old, he built his first AI. On that day, he ceased to be his father's creation, and became a creating force in his own right.

That one act likely saved his life, and not always in the most obvious ways.

84k words in 8 chapters, stony but mostly looking through his AI bots a.k.a. jarvis and dum-e, definitely one of the best fics ever! 

Bewitched, Body and Soul by iam93percentstardust

Summary: Almost ten years after joining the British Army, Steve Rogers returns to his childhood home after his mother's death. The house seems quiet in a way that it's rarely been. But the peace is shattered when his oldest friend stumbles into his home and into his life, seeking an escape from an arranged marriage to a cruel lord. Steve provides that escape but finds himself engaged to be married instead. This wouldn't be a problem - except that Steve is, always has been, and always will be deeply in love with Tony Stark.

16k words, regency AU, ABO,  the classic stony misunderstanding trope 

Right place, right time by hkandi, ralsbecket

Summary: An alternate take on the Captain America: The First Avenger movie. Tony is working with his dad to help out the SSR on this new project, though he and Steve happen to run into each other before that, and sparks fly from the start.

8k, CA: First avenger AU with tony stark present

#stevetony #stony #fics read

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Serge Mouille: a Lighting History

When talking about famous light fixture designs and lighting designer who has left their mark on lighting trends and its history, the famous french design Serge Mouille cannot be overlooked.

Serge Mouille: A journey in creativity

Born on December 24, 1922, French designer Serge Mouille attended the École des Arts Appliqués, where he learned and trained as a silversmith from 1936 to 1941. Once his studies complete, Serge Mouille continued to as an assistant to Gilbert LaCroix, a renown sculptor who also taught at the École des Arts Appliqués, gaining knowledge and experience until eventually he himself became a teacher to open his own metal working studio.

Serge Mouille's designs ranged from chandeliers, wall sconces, various other light fixtures and works of art that would span throughout the rest of his life. His most famous series "Serie Noir", all feature swiveling heads, angular shapes and and black matte color. The minimalist aesthetic and the "bug-like" designs of the lights and wall sconces made gave his designs a one of a kind style which revolutionized interior design trends.

In 1955, Serge Mouille received the Charles Plumet Prize for his outstanding works in architecture and design. After a long and distinguished career as an architect, designer and creator, Mouille finally retired from his design works in 1963 to focus fully on his teaching career to inspire the minds of a new generation of artists.

Serge Mouille died on December 24, 1988, yet he has left a profound mark in interior architecture history and his works are still displayed across Paris and various other museums of interior designs.

Serge Mouille's most famous works

Serge Mouille 3 Rotating Arms Carbonized Steel floor lamp

Part of the collection of lights inspired by the creations of Serge Mouille, the 3 head Rotating Carbonized Steel Black Floor Lamp is an eccentric modern creation. With three flexible heads made of carbonised black steel that can illuminate the room at any angle, this floor lamp is a modern hydra. Innovative in style, this 3-head floor lamp is simple, but brings an incredible amount to the decor of your house.

Serge Mouille 3 Rotating Arms Carbonized Steel Flush Mount

Each carbonized black steel head of the Serge Mouille 3 Rotating Arms Carbonized Steel Flush Mount is extremely flexible and can be directed in any direction. the sleek minimalist style is perfect fro any modern home.

Serge Mouille 2 Arms Swivel Rotating Carbonized Steel Wall Light

Similar to the 1 Arm Swivel Rotating Wall Light, this structure is composed of sleek, elegant lines and angles. This wall lamp head features smooth, rounded angles while the neck is sleek, angular lines. This balance between curves and angles aim to bring a balance to the decor of the house.

The works and designs pieces of Serge Mouille are even more relevant in this day and age where the minimalist trend is on the rise again. Now, when you are thinking about changing up the style of your home, you can take inspiration from the revolutionary designs of this French designer whose passion for his art left a mark in history.

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The Pen Is Mightier Than the Sword? Bitcoin’s White Paper Proves It

Erik Voorhees is the CEO of ShapeShift. 

This exclusive opinion piece is part of BTC News Today’s “Bitcoin at 10: The Satoshi White Paper” series.

There’s an old adage that “the pen is mightier than the sword.”

Growing up, it always bothered me. I knew it to be wrong… obviously a sword is mightier, and even on the metaphorical level, the world seemed changed more often through violence than literature.

My thinking is different now, for with every day that passes, Satoshi’s original writing handily demonstrates the validity of the adage. Within only several pages, Satoshi conveyed a design for what would become the foundation of the world’s future monetary and economic systems. It hasn’t fully happened yet, but we’re seeing it unfold in front of us. And I think we may take this 10-year anniversary to remember why it matters…

Humans have a depressing tendency to suffer under self-imposed delusion, and perhaps history can be viewed as the process of mankind sporadically discovering and casting off the self-deception under which it toils. Plato’s Allegory of the Cave conveyed it eloquently.

We live under many delusions, and for the last 100 years, at least, one such delusion has been that of fiat currency. Fiat currency is, without exaggeration, the most odious fraud ever perpetrated upon mankind.

Let’s consider it for a moment…

Fiat operates as follows: a group of certain people (called “central bankers”) acquire the right (and indeed the mandate) to declare what shall be valued most in society; that most liquid and tradeable good: “money.” They acquire this right through a combination of opportunism and ignorance — opportunism on the part of political and financial interests to place themselves at the helm of monetary creation, and ignorance on the part of the public, which has very little understanding of finance altogether. And tragically, in the fraud of fiat, the victim subjects ask — indeed they plead — for the machination to be placed down upon them. They do it out of fear of financial calamity.

They do it because their leaders tell them it’s good for them. They do it to feel secure, as a child wrapped in a blanket. Franklin is often cited as condemning “those who would sacrifice liberty for security,” yet having lost its revolutionary spirit, today this group seems to include nearly the entire population.

And indeed, once a large enough portion of people begin asking for the wise others to control and declare for them their system of value, it becomes institutionalized, and subsequent coercion is easily injected to enforce and maintain the system. Those who disobey the proclamation are punished — their property is stolen, their time is stolen, or in severe cases, their lives are stolen. The sword is employed, seeming in these cases so much more powerful than the pen. It is welcomed by the public, born down to implement and enforce the apparatus of fiat.

And with this combination of public support at the fore, and the coercive sword behind, all of mankind has knelt down into the stockade.

Under the fiat system, a portion of the wealth of every man, woman, and child, is taken — stolen — each year. The portion is only a few percent, not so bad as to feel imprisoning, especially as the dirty trick of inflation is to induce price levels to rise, rather than bank account balances to fall, and while the two are mathematically similar, those aware will recognize the latter, yet not one in a hundred really sense the former.

Why does the bread increase in price each year? It is not due to 3 percent annual growth in the greed of the baker. Through the syphoning of this wealth, anointed “public servants” make decisions and allocate resources that do not belong to them, and in the best case, this leads to recklessness (perpetually-increasing government spending) and in the worst case, enables the wanton destruction and darkness of war, paid for — in part — by the trick of fiat inflation.

As Ron Paul commented on the 20th century, “It is no coincidence that the century of total war coincided with the century of central banking.” When accurately interpreted, fiat is a barbed-wire around the neck of civilization, piercing only enough for non-lethal blood letting, and constraining only enough to remind the victim not to run too fast in any other direction. That period in which the wire is severed, in which such delusion abstains — not just for one or several people, but for all of them — will be one of mankind’s brightest historical moments.

The promise of Bitcoin is but for a chance at that moment.

It is toward this end that Satoshi’s humble paper compelled so many of us. The goal, if I may presume the core of Bitcoin’s purpose, is to end the global system of fiat money within which we have trapped ourselves, to end the delusion, and it will do so by simply providing an open and unstoppable alternative to it; by illuminating a path out of the cave.

Bitcoin exists to separate the essence of value from any particular person or group of people. By so doing, the ability to control and manipulate money — that is to say, to control and manipulate the vast sum of people which endlessly chase after it — is substantially reduced. It reduces the power of any such ambitious group, inevitably reducing the corruption therein.

This was begun by several pages of text a decade ago, and now unfolds with no person leading the charge, yet millions inspired toward its execution. It now happens inevitably, uncontrollably, spontaneously upon the winds of markets, growing in momentum and effect with each passing year. Despite its decentralization, Bitcoin exudes an irresistible financial gravity, pulling into it people, resources, technology and energy itself. As it grows, those at the margins fall into it — first a layer of cryptographers grappling for decades with the struggle for privacy in finance and communication, then engineers, then financiers and marketers and lawyers and writers and entrepreneurs and artists. And yes, as with all booms, it has pulled in its share of scammers and frauds and superficial preachers.

Its reach now extends even beyond humanity, for politicians themselves are increasingly pulled within its grasp… most finding a comfortable home at Ripple.

Regardless of the froth and the noise, the fundamentals of crypto are sound. The technology works: for years now Bitcoin has operated correctly, growing swiftly in the hostile wilds, spawning countless other species, both competitive and collaborative. How does one defeat a Hydra in which there are not only so many heads, but so many independent bodies?

For those of us out here in the frontier with it, I think even we do not comprehend the power and inertia that is unfolding before us. The ability to move value effortlessly across the Earth was overdue. It is a power which should’ve arrived at the dawn of telecommunication, yet was censored while mankind stumbled through its fiat feverdream.

This power of universal transaction is arguably the inevitable extension of the pen that conceived it. All that has unfolded came through the consequential physics of the publication of several pages of text. And how far has it come?

Ten years in and Bitcoin could hardly be more successful — indeed since its genesis it has clearly been the most successful form of money ever invented. It has thrown entire bodies of economic theory out of the window, the old practitioners gripping tenuously from the balcony. Bitcoin grew 10,000-fold without the anointment of any king, nor the blessing of any banker. The Nobel Prize-winning Paul Krugman still so vehemently condemns it. Perhaps that is really the source of its unending power?

Despite every professional condemnation, Bitcoin stands as proof that money can emerge through decentralized market forces, with no institutional prerequisite, no fiat diktat. It must be considered, at minimum, one of the most fascinating human phenomena ever witnessed.

And so, 10 years on, begun as nothing more than the written word, first on paper and then in code, Bitcoin stands as proof of the pen’s omnipotence, and of my early naiveté on the topic of its sharper counterpart. With luck and persistence, or perhaps inevitably, we may here seize upon this phenomenon and emerge — all of us — from one further delusion, from one of the darkest caves through which man has struggled.

Beyond the speculative fervor and the unending cynicism, through the chaos of newness and the elation of success… 10 years on and at least 10 more years to go, we must not forget why we do this.

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Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3 ; Chapter 4 ; Chapter 5 ; Chapter 6 ; Chapter 7 ; Chapter 8 ; Chapter 9

#hydra prized creation #hydra prized creation masterlist #hydra prized creation series #x reader #x reader series #the avengers imagines #the avengers x hydra reader #the avengers imagine #the avengers x reader #the avengers #avengers imagines #avengers x reader #avengers x you #avengers imagine

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❝hydra prized creation❞

✭ pairing : various x reader

✭ fandom : avengers

✭ summary : Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

✭ authors note : I’ve noticed that I’ve been doing lots of requests and haven’t had time to update some of the series I’ve always posted on here so here part 9 of this story

✭ chapter 9 : the chase

✭ hydra prized creation masterlist

Life had taken a turn for the better for (Y/N) in the months since she had found refuge within New York. She had managed to keep a steady job at a the cafe, where her warm smile and friendly demeanor had quickly made her a favorite among the regulars. Despite the newfound sense of safety, the shadow of her past still loomed over her, leaving her perpetually wary.

One sunny afternoon, (Y/N) left work early since the owner had left early due to a family emergency, and so she had began the walk back to her apartment. The bustling city streets were alive with activity, yet an uneasiness still clung to her. She felt eyes on her, an unnerving sensation that had become all too familiar. The paranoia was a constant reminder of the hold Hydra had once had on her.

As she quickened her pace, the footsteps behind her seemed to match hers. Panic surged through her veins, and she broke into a run, heart pounding in her chest. The footsteps persisted, echoing in her ears like a haunting melody. She glanced over her shoulder, the fear driving her forward.

"Wait! Hold on!" a voice called out from behind her.

But (Y/N)'s mind was gripped by the thought of Hydra agents pursuing her once again. She didn't slow down, her heart racing, until strong hands gently grabbed her shoulders, halting her escape.

As she turned to scream, her eyes widened, and her voice caught in her throat. Before her stood a man, his blue eyes filled with concern. Recognition struck her like a bolt of lightning—Steve Rogers, the one they called Captain America.

"I'm so sorry if I scared you," Steve said, his voice sincere. "You dropped these." He held out a pair of headphones, a sheepish smile on his lips.

(Y/N)'s heart was still racing, her panic slowly subsiding as reality sunk in. She took the headphones, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I thought... I thought you were someone else."

Steve's expression softened. "I can imagine. I shouldn't have approached you like that."

She nodded, her cheeks burning. "It's okay… I'm still a bit jumpy I guess.”

"I understand," Steve replied, his voice gentle. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

(Y/N) offered a small smile, her nerves beginning to settle. "Thank you for returning these. And, um, sorry for running away like that."

Steve chuckled softly. "No need to apologize. I should have been more careful."

As they stood on the bustling sidewalk, (Y/N)'s tension continued to ease. The presence of someone like Steve, a symbol of hope and protection, had a way of comforting her. She glanced down at the headphones in her hand and then back at him.

"I appreciate it, really," she said, her voice sincere. "And sorry for... well, overreacting."

Steve's smile was warm and understanding. "No harm done. Just glad everything's okay."

With a nod and a shy smile, (Y/N) turned to continue her walk back home. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—relief that not everyone was a threat.

(Y/N)'s heart was still racing from the encounter, but a newfound sense of calm settled over her as she realized she wasn’t in any real danger. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city streets.

As she approached her small apartment building, a thought crossed her mind. She had been so taken aback by the encounter that she hadn't properly thanked Steve for returning her headphones. With a newfound sense of determination, she decided to extend an invitation.

"Um, excuse me," she said, turning to face Steve, who was walking a few paces behind her just about to leave and head off most likely towards his own home.

He smiled warmly. "Yes?"

"I know it's a bit sudden, but would you like to come over to my place? I'd like to show my appreciation for, you know, returning my headphones."

Steve's blue eyes twinkled with amusement. "You don't have to do that. But if you're sure..."

(Y/N) nodded, a shy smile on her lips. "I am. It's the least I can do."

With a nod, Steve agreed, and they continued their walk to her apartment building. Once they arrived, (Y/N) led him up the flights of stairs to her small unit. She unlocked the door and gestured for him to enter.

As Steve stepped inside, he looked around the modest space. The apartment was sparsely furnished, with a few basic pieces of furniture and little decoration. His gaze caught a glimpse of the almost empty shelves, and his curiosity got the better of him.

"It looks like you've just moved in," Steve commented, his voice gentle.

(Y/N) followed his gaze, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Yeah, I have. I've been saving up for things to fill the place, but it's been a slow process."

Steve turned to her, his expression sympathetic. "I didn't mean to pry."

She smiled, trying to hide her self-consciousness. "It's okay. I'm just glad I have a roof over my head."

As they stood in the small living room, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice Steve's eyes lingering on the lack of furnishings. She cleared her throat, feeling the need to explain.

"I promise, it's not always this bare," she said with a light laugh. "I'm working on making it feel more like home."

Steve's smile was understanding. "I think it already feels cozy."

(Y/N) felt a warmth spread through her at his words. It was strange, having someone in her space, but Steve's presence felt oddly comforting. She led him to the small kitchen area and offered him a seat.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.

"Just water is fine, thanks," he replied.

As she fetched glasses of water, she couldn't help but think about how unexpected this turn of events was. She had invited Steve over out of gratitude, but now she found herself hoping that the evening would be a chance to get to know him better.

As they sat and chatted about their respective experiences, (Y/N) felt a growing sense of connection. Steve's presence was easygoing, and he shared stories from his past that made her feel like she wasn't alone in her struggles. The apartment, once bare and empty, began to feel warmer with each passing moment.

As the evening drew to a close, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter and the unexpected friendship that had blossomed from it. With a smile, she looked at Steve and said, "Thank you for coming over, Steve. You didn’t have too but I appreciate it.”

His smile was genuine, his eyes warm. "It was my pleasure. I'm glad I could help."

As Steve left her apartment that night, (Y/N) felt a newfound sense of hope. Though her past had been filled with darkness and uncertainty, the presence of someone like Steve Rogers reminded her that there were good people in the world—people willing to extend a hand of kindness, and perhaps even become a part of the brighter future she was working toward.

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 8: Unseen Connections

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, two members of the famed Avengers, decided to take a break from their usual training routine and enjoy a jog through the bustling streets of New York City. The early morning air was crisp as they made their way along the familiar paths, their presence a source of inspiration for many who caught glimpses of the legendary heroes.

As they approached a small restaurant, its cozy exterior beckoned to them. The tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air, stirring their appetites. Steve suggested they take a brief respite and grab a bite to eat, an idea that Bucky readily agreed to. Little did they know that this impromptu decision would lead them to an encounter that would forever alter their perception of the world around them.

Entering the restaurant, Bucky and Steve were met with a warm and inviting atmosphere. The soft lighting and the gentle hum of conversations created a sense of comfort. The sight of (Y/N) moving gracefully between the tables caught their attention. She wore a polite smile, attending to the needs of the customers with unwavering professionalism.

As (Y/N) approached their table, she couldn't help but feel her heart race. She had recognized them the moment they entered—the legendary heroes, Captain America and the Winter Soldier. The realization sent a jolt of panic through her. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself, to expose her true identity and risk the safety she had fought so hard to secure.

Suppressing her emotions, (Y/N) maintained a composed demeanor as she took their orders. Steve, ever the friendly and affable hero, engaged her in conversation, attempting to put her at ease. He assumed her reticence was merely nerves in the presence of heroes, unaware of the secrets she held. Bucky, on the other hand, observed her closely, his keen instincts honed by years of experience telling him that there was more to her than met the eye.

As the meal arrived, Bucky's piercing gaze locked with (Y/N)'s. He detected a flicker of anxiety in her eyes, a vulnerability she tried to conceal. He sensed that she was hiding something—something that went beyond ordinary nerves in the presence of heroes. His own past as the Winter Soldier had taught him to recognize the signs of secrecy and pain, and he couldn't help but feel a strange connection to this seemingly ordinary waitress.

(Y/N), however, kept her interactions with the heroes to a minimum, focusing on her duty as a waitress and ensuring their dining experience was seamless. She had learned the art of blending into the background, allowing others to dominate the spotlight. Yet, the proximity to the heroes stirred conflicting emotions within her—a longing for connection and a fear of the potential consequences that could arise from revealing her true identity.

As Bucky and Steve continued their meal, (Y/N) found herself caught between curiosity and caution. The heroes, unaware of the extraordinary abilities she possessed or her past struggles, discussed their latest missions and shared anecdotes from their adventures. A part of her yearned to join in, to share her own experiences and become part of the world they inhabited. But the risks were too great, the stakes too high.

Bucky's intuition continued to gnaw at him, urging him to uncover the truth hidden behind (Y/N)'s guarded facade. He knew firsthand the darkness that could lurk beneath seemingly ordinary exteriors. As he observed her interactions with other customers, he noticed a subtle air of detachment—a skillful mask that veiled her true self. His instincts told him that she was running from something, just as he once had.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), her quiet demeanor and hidden past had captured the attention of one of the most perceptive members of the Avengers—the Winter Soldier himself. Bucky understood the complexities of human nature, the burden of secrets, and the strength it took to hide one's true self. As their eyes met once again, he conveyed a silent message—a shared understanding that went beyond words.

As the heroes finished their meal and prepared to leave, Bucky hesitated for a moment. His hand reached into his pocket, retrieving a small card with his contact information. With a purposeful glance, he slid it discreetly onto the table, a gesture that conveyed his willingness to listen and offer assistance if needed. It was a rare act of vulnerability, an acknowledgement that he recognized the hidden struggles of others.

(Y/N) watched in surprise as Bucky's actions unfolded. She realized that her efforts to remain unseen had not gone unnoticed, and a glimmer of hope ignited within her. Perhaps there were those who understood the complexities of her situation, who could offer guidance and support. She pocketed the card, its weight symbolizing the unspoken bond that had formed in that brief encounter.

As Bucky and Steve exited the restaurant, (Y/N) was left with a whirlwind of emotions. The encounter had confirmed her suspicions—the world of heroes was both a source of inspiration and a potential danger. She knew that her path required discretion, but the connection forged with Bucky reminded her that she didn't have to face her battles alone.

With newfound determination, (Y/N) resolved to maintain her anonymity, to continue her mission from the shadows, and to keep her true identity hidden. The heroes of New York City, although unknowingly, had become another thread in the intricate tapestry of her life, reminding her that strength could be found not only in solitude but also in the bonds of shared experiences.

#Hydra Prized Creation series #Hydra Prized Creation #x reader series #x reader #the avengers x hydra reader #the avengers x reader #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #avengers imagines #Hydra Prized Creation masterlist

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 7: A New Path Unveiled

After carefully weighing the risks and considering her priorities, (Y/N) decided to take a different approach to her new life in New York City. Rather than seeking the thrills and dangers associated with the heroes who protected the city, she chose a more grounded path—an opportunity for stability and growth. With a determined spirit, (Y/N) set her sights on securing a job at a small restaurant nearby her home.

Before embarking on her new endeavor, (Y/N) visited a local library, eager to arm herself with knowledge about the art of waitressing and providing excellent customer service. She delved into books that offered insights into the intricacies of the service industry, studying the etiquette, communication skills, and techniques that would help her excel in her new role. The library became her sanctuary once again, a place where she could gather information and empower herself for the journey ahead.

Armed with newfound knowledge, (Y/N) approached the restaurant with confidence. Its quaint exterior and cozy atmosphere beckoned to her, offering a sense of belonging that she had longed for. She applied for a position as a waitress, her eagerness and determination shining through her carefully crafted cover story. The manager, impressed by her passion and willingness to learn, offered her the job on the spot.

The first day at work filled (Y/N) with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sounds of clinking cutlery surrounded her as she donned her uniform and stepped onto the bustling floor. The restaurant, a hub of activity, introduced her to a diverse array of customers, each with their own unique stories and needs.

Drawing upon her diligent research, (Y/N) embraced her role as a waitress with grace and professionalism. She learned to navigate the fast-paced environment, ensuring that orders were taken accurately and delivered promptly. Her attention to detail and willingness to go the extra mile endeared her to both her colleagues and the customers she served.

In her spare moments, (Y/N) would discreetly observe her coworkers, learning from their expertise and adapting their tried-and-true techniques. She observed how they balanced efficiency with warmth, how they anticipated the needs of their customers, and how they handled challenging situations with poise. Their camaraderie and shared purpose created a sense of belonging—a feeling that (Y/N) had longed for since her escape from HYDRA.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) developed meaningful relationships with her coworkers. The small restaurant became her second family, a place where she felt supported and valued. Through their stories and experiences, she learned about the beauty of human connection, the power of shared laughter, and the strength found in community.

While (Y/N) found solace in her work and the bonds she formed, she remained ever vigilant. She understood that danger could lurk in unexpected places, and her past could still catch up with her. HYDRA's watchful eye could penetrate even the most seemingly benign environments, and she had to remain vigilant, ready to defend herself and protect those around her.

As time passed, (Y/N) continued her pursuit of justice outside of her role as a waitress. She discreetly sought out information, networked with like-minded individuals, and channeled her experiences into a greater purpose. Her work at the restaurant provided stability and a means of sustenance, but her mission to expose HYDRA's operations remained at the forefront of her mind.

Her dedication to her job did not go unnoticed. (Y/N)'s exemplary service and commitment to customer satisfaction led to promotions and increased responsibilities within the restaurant. Her coworkers and superiors praised her work ethic and innate ability to make customers feel welcome. It was a testament to her determination to excel and her unwavering dedication to any task she undertook.

As (Y/N) reflected on her journey from a victim of HYDRA's experiments to a valued member of the small restaurant's team, she realized that her path had taken an unexpected turn. The restaurant had become a haven, not only providing her with stability but also igniting a spark of purpose and self-discovery. Her experiences as a waitress had taught her resilience, adaptability, and the power of human connection.

While the heroes of New York City continued to fight their battles against evil, (Y/N) had found her own battlefield—the realm of everyday life, where acts of kindness, dedication, and empathy could make a difference. In her role as a waitress, she touched the lives of strangers, spreading warmth and creating moments of joy amidst the chaos of the city.

With each passing day, (Y/N) embraced her role with renewed vigor, knowing that she was making a positive impact, one table at a time. She understood that true heroism wasn't always about superhuman abilities or grand battles; it could be found in the simplest acts of kindness and the commitment to serving others.

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 6: Shadows of the City

With a new identity carefully crafted by the underground network, (Y/N) embarked on a journey to the bustling city of New York. It was a place whispered about among the refugees—an urban epicenter that served as a sanctuary for those seeking solace and anonymity. However, (Y/N) was well aware of the risks involved in stepping foot in a city that housed not only heroes but also potential dangers that could unravel her carefully constructed façade.

As the city skyline came into view, (Y/N)'s heart skipped a beat. New York City stood as a symbol of hope and resilience, where individuals with extraordinary abilities walked among ordinary citizens. The existence of these so-called heroes had been a topic of fascination and discussion within the underground network. They represented both a glimmer of hope and a cause for caution.

The heroes' presence in New York City offered a double-edged sword. On one hand, their commitment to justice and protection instilled a sense of security. They fought against the very organizations that had tormented (Y/N) and others like her. Their presence meant that HYDRA's influence might be kept in check. On the other hand, the heroes' keen senses and investigative skills posed a potential threat. If they were to discover her true identity, (Y/N) could find herself once again trapped in a dangerous web.

Navigating the crowded streets of New York, (Y/N) treaded cautiously. She immersed herself in the city's vibrant energy, blending seamlessly into the bustling masses. The metropolis offered a tapestry of anonymity—a place where individuals could easily disappear amidst the constant ebb and flow of its diverse population. Yet, (Y/N) knew she couldn't afford to let her guard down.

She sought refuge in a modest apartment tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. With minimal belongings, she established a new routine—taking on odd jobs, interacting with neighbors, and exploring the city's hidden gems. Days turned into weeks, and the rhythm of city life enveloped her. However, the constant awareness of her vulnerability lingered in the background.

As (Y/N) settled into her new life, she couldn't help but be drawn to the heroes that operated within the city. Their exploits were lauded in newspapers, and rumors of their heroic acts echoed through the city's streets. Part of her yearned for a connection, a sense of belonging to a community that fought for justice. But she knew that revealing her true identity to them would be a grave risk.

Caution tempered her curiosity. She monitored news reports and studied the heroes' modus operandi. Their identities were shrouded in secrecy, their true intentions often debated. (Y/N) understood that while some heroes fought for the greater good, others might view her as a potential threat or experiment to be captured.

However, fate has a way of intertwining lives in unexpected ways. One fateful evening, as (Y/N) traversed a dimly lit alley, she stumbled upon a crime in progress. Her instinct to help kicked in, and she intervened, employing her unique abilities to subdue the assailants. Little did she know, her act of heroism would catch the attention of someone unexpected.

Unbeknownst to (Y/N), her actions had not gone unnoticed by one of the heroes. This hero, with a vigilant eye and a sharp intuition, sensed something familiar in her abilities and the way she carried herself. A series of encounters followed—brief glimpses and chance meetings that left (Y/N) both exhilarated and filled with trepidation.

As (Y/N) walked the tightrope of her dual existence, she found herself caught between conflicting desires. On one hand, she yearned for connection, for acceptance among the heroes who fought for justice. On the other hand, she knew that revealing her true identity would expose her to danger and jeopardize the life she had worked so hard to rebuild.

With each encounter, (Y/N)'s curiosity grew. The heroes she observed from afar were more complex than the tales depicted in newspapers and whispered among the underground network. They carried burdens and faced their own trials, yet remained dedicated to protecting the innocent. A part of her longed to be part of their cause, to lend her unique abilities to the battle against those who sought to exploit others.

However, the risks outweighed the benefits. HYDRA still lurked in the shadows, a persistent threat that could strike at any moment. Revealing her true identity could not only endanger herself but also compromise the lives of those who had helped her escape. The heroes may have been the embodiment of justice, but the dangers they faced were very real.

In the depths of her heart, (Y/N) knew that her path lay elsewhere. She couldn't afford to let sentimentality cloud her judgment. Her focus had to remain on exposing HYDRA's operations, dismantling their network, and ensuring the safety of others who shared her fate. The allure of New York City's heroes would have to remain a distant dream—a reminder of the sacrifices she had to make in her pursuit of freedom.

And so, (Y/N) continued to walk the tightrope, threading the delicate line between anonymity and the call to action. New York City would remain a place of shadows, where heroes soared above the city's skyline, and her true identity remained concealed. Her mission remained unchanged—to stay one step ahead, outsmart HYDRA, and ensure that justice prevailed.

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 5: Escape from Evergreen

As the night wore on, (Y/N) found herself at a crossroads. The encounter with the HYDRA agents in the library had jolted her out of the relative safety she had found in the small town of Evergreen. Their presence served as a stark reminder that her past was catching up to her, and the tranquil facade of the town could no longer shield her from the dangers lurking in the shadows.

With a heavy heart, (Y/N) realized that it was time to leave Evergreen. The town, once her haven, now felt like a trap closing in on her. She couldn't risk the lives of the innocent townsfolk or allow herself to be dragged back into the clutches of HYDRA. She needed to disappear, to forge a new path and leave behind any traces that might lead her pursuers to her.

Quietly packing her belongings, (Y/N) assessed her options. She couldn't rely on public transportation, as it would leave a digital trail that HYDRA could easily follow. Instead, she decided to venture into the outskirts of town, where she had heard rumors of a secretive underground network that specialized in providing safe passage for individuals seeking to escape dangerous circumstances.

The journey through the desolate outskirts of Evergreen was fraught with uncertainty. (Y/N) had to rely on her instincts and limited knowledge of the area to navigate the unfamiliar terrain. The moon cast an eerie glow on the abandoned buildings, intensifying the feeling of desolation and isolation. Each step she took was laden with the weight of the unknown, but her determination to escape propelled her forward.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N) finally arrived at a hidden rendezvous point—an old, dilapidated barn that served as a meeting place for the underground network. Its weathered wooden walls seemed to hold the secrets of countless escapes. As she cautiously approached, a faint light emanating from within beckoned her closer.

Inside the barn, (Y/N) discovered a diverse group of individuals—refugees, survivors, and those seeking a second chance. The atmosphere buzzed with an air of anticipation and shared purpose. Each person had their own story, their own reasons for seeking refuge. However, the common thread that united them was the desire for freedom and a chance to start anew.

Introductions were made, and (Y/N) shared her harrowing experience with the HYDRA agents. She stressed the urgency of her situation and the need to sever all ties with her past. The underground network, well-versed in the art of evasion and disappearing without a trace, offered their assistance. They understood the dangers she faced and were determined to help her evade HYDRA's clutches.

A plan was swiftly set into motion. (Y/N) would assume a new identity, complete with forged documents and a cover story. The network had contacts throughout the country, allowing her to find sanctuary in a distant city where HYDRA's influence was less pervasive. It was a risky endeavor, but she knew she had no other choice.

Days turned into a blur of preparations—forging documents, practicing her new identity, and bidding farewell to the few friends she had made in Evergreen. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on her, but she found strength in the camaraderie and support of the underground network. They became her new family, bound together by the shared goal of freedom.

Finally, the day of departure arrived. (Y/N) bid a tearful farewell to the underground network members who had become her confidants and allies. She promised to remain vigilant, to expose HYDRA's operations, and to fight for the liberation of others who shared her fate. With their blessings and well wishes, she embarked on her journey into the unknown, leaving Evergreen behind.

The road ahead was treacherous, filled with uncertainty and the constant fear of discovery. (Y/N) knew that the watchful eye of HYDRA would remain fixated on her. Yet, as she disappeared into the horizon, she held onto a flicker of hope. She had taken the first step toward reclaiming her life, and she was determined to outsmart her pursuers.

The small town of Evergreen faded into the distance, its quaint charm becoming a distant memory. But (Y/N) carried with her the lessons learned and the resilience forged in the face of adversity. She would continue to fight, to elude the clutches of HYDRA, and to seek justice for herself and others who had been subjected to their experiments.

As (Y/N) ventured into the unknown, her resolve remained unshaken. She would forge a path of her own, leaving behind the specter of HYDRA and embracing a future defined by freedom and the pursuit of a life beyond their control.

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 4: The Watchful Eye

The small town of Evergreen had always been a place of tranquility and charm. Its tree-lined streets and cozy houses welcomed newcomers with open arms. Among the recent arrivals was (Y/N), a young woman with an insatiable curiosity and a love for books. Ever since settling into her new home, she found solace in the local library, spending hours immersed in the world of literature. However, as the days passed, a feeling of unease began to settle upon her.

It all started innocently enough. (Y/N) would venture to the library each day, eager to explore the vast shelves and lose herself in the enchanting stories within. The librarian, Mrs. Jenkins, quickly became a familiar face, always ready with a warm smile and helpful recommendations. Yet, despite the welcoming atmosphere, (Y/N) couldn't shake the eerie sensation of being watched.

At first, she dismissed it as mere paranoia. Perhaps it was the adjustment to a new environment or the result of an overactive imagination. But the persistent feeling grew stronger with each passing day. The glances exchanged between patrons began to feel scrutinizing, and the hushed whispers behind bookshelves felt like a secret conversation aimed in her direction.

One evening, as (Y/N) made her way through the library's narrow aisles, a sudden shiver ran down her spine. She caught a glimpse of two men in dark suits conversing near the entrance. Their intense gazes were fixed upon her, and a sense of familiarity tinged with fear washed over her. In that moment, memories of a recent escape flooded her mind. She had managed to break free from the clutches of HYDRA, a notorious organization known for their dangerous experiments on individuals with unique abilities.

Heart pounding, (Y/N) discreetly made her way to a secluded corner, her senses on high alert. She watched the two men closely, noticing the subtle communication between them, the covert earpieces they wore. There was no doubt in her mind—these were HYDRA agents, and they were here for her.

Frantically, (Y/N) searched her surroundings for a means of escape. The library seemed like a maze, every exit a potential trap. She couldn't risk involving innocent bystanders in her dangerous predicament. Gathering her courage, she slipped into the shadows and made her way towards the library's back entrance, hoping to find an exit that would lead her to safety.

As she moved stealthily through the dimly lit corridors, (Y/N) could hear the sound of footsteps closing in. Adrenaline surged through her veins, fueling her determination to evade her pursuers. She knew that if she were captured again, her chances of escape would be slim. The memories of the torturous experiments and confinement she had endured haunted her, driving her to fight for her freedom.

Finally, she reached the back entrance, her trembling hand grasping the door handle. But before she could make her escape, the door swung open from the other side, revealing a man in a suit, his cold, calculating eyes fixed upon her. The unmistakable emblem of HYDRA adorned his lapel, confirming her worst fears.

(Y/N) was cornered. Her heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of desperation and determination. In that moment, she realized that she couldn't run forever. She needed a plan—a way to turn the tables on her pursuers and reclaim her freedom once and for all.

Drawing upon her resourcefulness and the skills she had acquired during her time as a captive, (Y/N) assessed her surroundings. With a quick, calculated movement, she ducked into a nearby supply closet, silently closing the door behind her. From her concealed position, she listened intently, gathering information on her captors' whereabouts and intentions.

As luck would have it, the closet was filled with various tools and supplies. (Y/N) quickly devised a makeshift weapon—a combination of a metal rod and a roll of duct tape. It was far from perfect, but it would have to suffice. With newfound determination, she braced herself, ready to face her adversaries head-on.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours as she remained hidden, her senses attuned to the movements outside. The sound of voices grew fainter, and eventually, the library fell silent. Gathering her courage, (Y/N) slowly opened the closet door, scanning the area cautiously. The HYDRA agents had left, likely believing they had successfully cornered their prey.

Taking advantage of their overconfidence, (Y/N) carefully made her way out of the library, blending into the darkness of the night. She knew her respite would be temporary; she couldn't let her guard down. Determined to outwit HYDRA and ensure her freedom, (Y/N) resolved to uncover their plans and expose their sinister operations.

Little did she know, her journey had only just begun. The watchful eye of HYDRA would continue to haunt her every step, pushing her to the limits of her strength and resilience. As she disappeared into the night, (Y/N) knew that her fight was far from over. She would need allies, allies who believed in her cause and shared her determination to dismantle the organization that sought to control and exploit individuals like her.

And so, she embarked on a perilous journey, navigating the treacherous world of secrecy and intrigue, all the while haunted by the watchful eye of HYDRA. It was a battle for her freedom, her identity, and the future of all those who had suffered under the organization's grasp.

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 3: A Chance Encounter and the Power of Language

The night was still young as (Y/N) walked along the deserted road, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Her escape from Hydra had been a daring act of defiance, but now she found herself in unfamiliar territory, a world where she was a stranger both to herself and to those around her. As she walked, her thoughts swirled with uncertainty, until fate intervened in the form of a chance encounter.

In the distance, headlights pierced through the darkness, growing steadily closer. A vehicle approached, its engine purring as it slowed to a stop beside (Y/N). Curiosity piqued, a group of American travelers peered out, their faces etched with concern.

Seeing a young woman alone on the road, the travelers assumed she was a lost local in need of assistance. They gestured for her to hop into their car, hoping to offer a helping hand. Oblivious to the language barrier that separated them, they believed simple gestures and kind smiles would suffice.

(Y/N) hesitated, unsure of what to make of this encounter. She knew no English, her linguistic repertoire limited to her native Russian tongue. But something in the travelers' expressions conveyed warmth and goodwill, and she decided to take a leap of faith, climbing into the backseat of the vehicle.

As the car resumed its journey, the travelers attempted to strike up a conversation with (Y/N). They asked questions, their words flowing with unfamiliar cadences and tones. Yet, (Y/N) could only offer a puzzled expression and a shake of her head. The language barrier loomed between them, hindering any meaningful communication.

Unbeknownst to the travelers, (Y/N) possessed a mind honed by the amalgamation of history's greatest inventors and masterminds. She possessed an uncanny ability to adapt and learn at an accelerated pace, a testament to the genetic legacy woven into her being. And so, in the absence of spoken words, her mind began to decipher patterns, to unravel the intricacies of the English language.

As they arrived in a nearby town, the travelers bid farewell to (Y/N), unaware of the enigma sitting silently in their car. They continued on their journey, blissfully unaware that she had vanished from their midst, her lack of presence concealing her exit. Meanwhile, (Y/N) found her way to a library, a haven of knowledge and language.

Within the library's hallowed halls, (Y/N) sought solace amidst the rows of books, her eyes scanning the shelves in search of enlightenment. She stumbled upon a treasure trove—a dictionary of the English language. She reached for it, pulling it from the shelf and opening its pages with anticipation.

As her eyes darted across the words, (Y/N) felt an insatiable hunger for knowledge. The dictionary became her guide, her key to unlocking the mysteries of a foreign tongue. With each passing minute, her understanding deepened, her mind absorbing the words, grammar, and nuances of English as if it were her native language.

Minutes turned into hours, but for (Y/N), time seemed irrelevant as she devoured the pages before her. The library's patrons came and went, oblivious to the prodigy in their midst, silently mastering a language within the span of mere minutes. The power of her augmented intellect allowed her to internalize knowledge at an astonishing rate, and the English language became her ally.

Emerging from the library, (Y/N) felt transformed. She now possessed the ability to communicate, to bridge the gap between herself and the world around her. Armed with her newfound linguistic prowess, she stepped onto the streets of the town, ready to navigate the challenges that awaited her.

As (Y/N) ventured forth, the road ahead seemed both familiar and unknown. She carried with her the power of language, a key that could unlock doors and connect her to the hearts and minds of those she encountered. With her intellect and determination, she would carve her own path, guided by the knowledge and abilities bestowed upon her by the greatest creators and inventors of history.

And so, (Y/N) continued her journey, armed not only with the physical prowess and intellect granted by Hydra, but also with the power of language—an invaluable asset that would shape her destiny and pave the way for unforeseen possibilities.

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Hydra Prized Creation

➥ summary: Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.

➥ chapter 2: The Hydra Class System and (Y/N)'s Escape

Within the bowels of the sprawling Hydra base, a hidden hierarchy took shape, designed to oversee the development and utilization of their ultimate weapon, (Y/N). Hydra, known for their meticulous organization and devotion to control, had established a class system to monitor (Y/N)'s progress, test her knowledge, and harness her newfound abilities enhanced by the Super Soldier Serum.

At the apex of the Hydra class system stood the "Overseers," a select group of high-ranking Hydra operatives charged with overseeing (Y/N)'s training and monitoring her growth. These individuals, shrouded in secrecy and wielding considerable power, possessed the authority to direct (Y/N)'s actions, subject her to rigorous assessments, and extract the full potential that Hydra had instilled within her.

Beneath the Overseers were the "Instructors," experts in various fields such as combat, science, and espionage. They were responsible for honing (Y/N)'s skills, pushing her physical and mental limits, and ensuring she became a formidable asset for Hydra's nefarious purposes. Each Instructor possessed a distinct area of expertise, using their knowledge to shape (Y/N) into a versatile and lethal force.

As part of the class system, (Y/N) was also assigned to a "Cohort." These were her fellow trainees, other subjects undergoing similar augmentation experiments and rigorous training regimens. The Cohort provided a sense of camaraderie and competition, as each member aspired to excel and outshine their peers. However, it was an environment steeped in suspicion, as Hydra encouraged rivalry and treachery to identify the strongest among them.

Day after day, (Y/N) was subjected to grueling physical and mental challenges, her abilities pushed to their limits. She demonstrated remarkable strength, agility, and intellect, surpassing the expectations of her overseers and instructors. Her advanced version of the Super Soldier Serum provided her with heightened senses, enhanced reflexes, and unparalleled physical endurance.

As (Y/N) underwent the relentless testing and training, a spark of rebellion ignited within her. The more she learned about Hydra's dark intentions, the more she yearned to break free from their oppressive grasp. She harbored an unwavering desire to use her newfound abilities and intellect for the betterment of the world, rather than becoming a pawn in Hydra's sinister game.

Hidden within the labyrinthine corridors of the base, (Y/N) methodically pieced together a plan for her escape. She knew that stealth would be her greatest ally. (Y/N) observed the patterns of the guards, the routines of the personnel, and the vulnerabilities in the base's security system. She exploited every opportunity to gather intelligence and dismantle Hydra's surveillance network without raising suspicion.

As a result of the Super Soldier Serum, (Y/N) possessed an uncanny ability to blend into her surroundings, her petite frame and lack of presence making her virtually invisible. She moved through the base with silent grace, navigating its intricate web of corridors and checkpoints undetected. Her heightened senses allowed her to anticipate threats and evade detection effortlessly.

The day of her escape dawned, and (Y/N) put her meticulously crafted plan into motion. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the base in its embrace, she emerged from the shadows and slipped through the cracks of Hydra's grasp. By exploiting weaknesses in their security infrastructure, she bypassed guards and deactivated alarms, leaving no trace of her presence.

With each passing step, (Y/N) embraced the thrill of freedom. She had outsmarted Hydra, eluding their watchful gaze without them ever suspecting her intentions. As she stepped beyond the boundaries of the base, a surge of exhilaration coursed through her veins. She had escaped the clutches of the Hydra class system, breaking free from the chains that sought to bind her.

As (Y/N) disappeared into the night, her departure marked a turning point. Hydra would soon realize the void left by their ultimate weapon, a force they had trained and molded. The class system they had meticulously constructed to oversee (Y/N)'s development would crumble, its purpose rendered futile by the audacity and ingenuity of their creation.

Little did Hydra know, as (Y/N) disappeared into the darkness, she carried with her not only the physical prowess and intellectual brilliance instilled within her, but also the fervent determination to shape her own destiny. She would use her extraordinary abilities and the knowledge gleaned from the greatest creators and inventors of history to forge a new path—one that would challenge the very foundations of Hydra's insidious empire.

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↳ OG AVENGERS ↲

✭ a risky experiment

✭ hand cuff bonding

↳ WANDA AND PIETRO ↲

↳ LOKI ↲

↳ SERIES ↲

✭ i just wanna see the world burn

✭ hydra prized creation

↳ OTHER CHARACTERS ↲

✭ with great power comes great responsibility

✭ supportive bunch

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