Control

["1989" by luckyraeve, and

"1989 part 2" by luckyraeve]

Control (1989) by monicawoe

Author's Summary:

The Winter Soldier is sent to retrieve codes from a former Hydra-loyalist.

Excerpt:

"The codes," you repeat. "For the weapons in Kronas storage facility 14A." You lift your hand away from his mouth.

He lets out a pained laugh. "You're—you're joking." He takes a wheezing breath. "Who did they tell you I was?"

"A traitor." You take hold of his right hand. "A man who would sell our secrets to the highest bidder." His face distorts in pain as you push back on his pinkie finger. You cover his mouth again and push back some more until there's a crack.

He cries out, tears running from his eyes. When he catches his breath he meets your eyes. There's a hardness there that takes you by surprise. "Yggdrassil," he says.

Something flickers in your line of vision. A pair of round glasses, a small man that speaks softly and sets your teeth on edge. The doctor. You let go of the broken finger.

Volkov swallows, "I guess they deactivated that one."

. . . . 

You grab him by the chin, wait until his eyes focus on yours. "The drug will reach your heart in thirty seconds. You'll be paralyzed and unable to breathe. Then you will be dead."

He swallows again.

"Tell me the codes."

"No— no. I know who you are." He starts laughing, hysterically. "You're Death on a leash." He nods; a tear slips down his nose. "And I am a dead man. That is no antidote."

"The codes."

"Okay," he says. "Okay. You want a code?" He swallows again, squeezes his eyes shut and when he opens them again, he's smiling. "Левиафан."

The room tints red and there's a high-pitched buzzing sound in your ears that drowns out everything else.