(everything written like this is in russian)
  The dim light of the cell flickered as night fell once more over the hydra facility. Alec sat quietly in the corner, his wrists still shackled behind him. He had spent the last few days observing his captors, studying their routines, and calculating the perfect moment to act. Tonight was that night.
  The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, and he knew Oksana was returning to feed him. She opened the cell door, a tray of food in her hands, her expression guarded but familiar.
– Dinner time. – she said softly, placing the tray on the floor.
  Alec looked up at her, his expression calm but his eyes sharp.
– Oksana. – he called, his voice smooth and commanding – Leave. Go kill the guards watching us. I need you to make sure they’re not in the way.
  She hesitated, glancing around as if sensing something was off.
– Alec, I can’t-
– Do it. – he interrupted, his tone dropping to a low, threatening whisper – You know you want to. They don’t care about you, and you have the chance to prove your loyalty. Go!
  The moment their eyes locked, Alec activated the subtle remnants of his hypnotic persuasion. He could see the flicker of resistance in her eyes fade as she nodded, a blank expression settling on her face.
– I’ll do it. – she murmured, turning on her heel and leaving the cell.
  With a surge of adrenaline, Alec wasted no time. As the door clicked shut behind her, he focused on the handcuffs binding his wrists. He’d practiced this moment in his mind countless times, and he needed to make it count.
  Minutes passed, the silence in the cell growing heavier as anticipation bubbled within him. When Oksana returned, the air felt charged with tension.
– They’re gone. – she said breathlessly, her eyes wide. Alec nodded, his heart pounding.
– Good girl, now untie me. – without question, she hurried to unlock the cuffs. As soon as his arms were free, Alec moved with the precision and speed he had honed through desperation. He grabbed her by the throat, his grip tight but not lethal – You did well, Oksana, – he said, his voice low and dangerously calm – now, we create a distraction.
  She gasped, eyes wide in fear. The sound of approaching footsteps caught his attention; four guards were nearing the cell, alerted by the commotion. Alec held her tighter, just long enough to ensure the guards would take the bait.
  The door swung open, and the guards rushed in, weapons drawn.
– What the hell is going on? – one of them shouted, eyes darting between Alec and Oksana.
  In an instant, Alec released Oksana, pushing her aside as he sprang into action. He moved with a speed that caught the guards off guard, using the momentum to charge at them. The element of surprise was on his side.
  The guards hesitated for just a moment, and that was all Alec needed. He grabbed the wrist of the first guard, twisting it until he heard a satisfying crack. The man dropped his weapon, and Alec quickly snatched it up.
  The other three guards rushed at him, but Alec was quicker. He dodged their strikes, using their own momentum against them. He lashed out, incapacitating one guard with a swift kick to the stomach before spinning around to take down another with a well-placed elbow to the face.
  The last guard tried to regain control of the situation, but Alec was already one step ahead. He reached into the man’s pocket and found a knife, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light. With a fluid motion, he unsheathed it, the thrill of liberation fueling his resolve.
– Let’s make this quick. – Alec said, his voice steady as he faced the remaining guards. One by one, he dispatched them, his movements precise and lethal. The knife cut through the air, ending their lives in swift, practiced motions. He felt a rush of power with each strike, a cathartic release after days of confinement.
  Finally, the cell fell silent, the air heavy with the scent of adrenaline and blood. Breathing heavily, Alec took a moment to gather himself. He wiped the knife clean on the uniform of the nearest guard before sheathing it in his waistband.
  He turned to Oksana, who was still recovering from the shock of the violence.
– You’ll be calm. – he ordered, his voice firm but devoid of anger, and he saw her visibly relax – Just remember that this was your choice. You can either help me or get out of my way.
  Oksana nodded, her eyes wide and uncertain, but a flicker of resolve had begun to replace the fear.
– What do you want me to do?
– You’re going to take me to that exit you talked about. We need to move fast before more guards show up. Are you in? – he asked, even though she kinda doesn’t have a choice.
  She swallowed hard but nodded, the weight of the situation settling over them both.
– I’m in.
  Alec nodded then took a deep breath, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he surveyed the scene around him. The four guards lay motionless on the floor, remnants of his violent outburst. He needed to move quickly and gather what he could to increase his chances of escape.
  With swift movements, he unbuckled two bulletproof vests from the fallen guards, slipping one on himself – now he didn’t have the healing factor anymore he couldn’t risk going out without protection – and tossing the other to Oksana.
– Put this on. – he ordered, his voice firm. She hesitated for a brief moment before complying, the weight of the vest bringing a newfound sense of security.
  Next, he turned his attention to the weapons. He grabbed the rifle from one of the guards, its weight feeling reassuring in his hands, and slung it over his shoulder. Then, he spotted the sleek pistol he recognized as a FN Five-seven. He grabbed that too, along with a few magazines of ammunition, feeling the cool metal against his skin.
– Ready? – he asked, turning to Oksana, who was still adjusting to the reality of their situation.
– Yeah, let’s go. – she replied, her voice steadier now, a hint of resolve replacing her earlier fear.
  Alec nodded, pushing the cell door open. They stepped into the corridor, the faint hum of fluorescent lights overhead guiding their way. Oksana led the charge, giving Alec the directions to the exit she had told him about. He could hear faint sounds echoing in the distance, but he remained focused, ready to confront any guards they might encounter.
  As they moved through the facility, Alec stayed alert. He was ready to kill anyone who posed a threat, ensuring their path remained clear. The tension in the air was palpable, and he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him.
  Finally, as they approached the lab where he had endured so much torment, Alec’s heart raced.
– Wait. – he said, pausing just outside the door – I gotta go in.
– Are you sure? – Oksana asked, her voice laced with concern.
– Absolutely. – he replied, his jaw set – I have some unfinished business with the doctor.
  With that, he pushed the door open, the metal creaking as he stepped inside. The lab was bustling with activity; scientists and technicians moving between stations, absorbed in their work. Alec’s presence brought an immediate hush to the room, their faces turning to him in shock.
  Before they could react, he raised the rifle and began firing, the deafening sound of gunfire echoing throughout the lab. Panic erupted as people scrambled for cover, but Alec was relentless. He moved through the room like a storm, taking down anyone in his path. His anger fueled him, memories of the torture he endured flooding back with each pull of the trigger.
  In moments, the room was filled with chaos and screams, the once-busy lab transformed into a scene of devastation. Alec continued his assault until only one person remained standing; Dr. Irina, the lead scientist responsible for his suffering.
  She stood frozen, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief.
– Alec, please! You don’t have to do this! – she pleaded, her voice trembling.
  He stepped closer, lowering his rifle slightly but not lowering his guard.
– You’ve hurt me and so many others. I’ve told you, haven’t I? You should’ve been scared of me from the beginning.
  Dr. Irina backed away slowly, trying to find words to save herself.
– I can help you! We can work together. I can make sure you’re safe! – she gets so nervous she starts to speak in russian.
  Alec shook his head, a bitter smile forming on his lips.
– Safe? You think you can promise me safety after everything? You’re dumber than I thought, doc.
  With that, he raised the rifle once more and fired a single shot, silencing her pleas forever. The lab fell eerily quiet as Alec surveyed the devastation around him – bodies scattered, chaos reigning.
– Let’s go. – he said, turning back to Oksana, who had witnessed the horror unfold. Her eyes were wide, but she nodded, her resolve hardened by the grim reality of their situation.
  They moved past the wreckage, the woman leading the way as they made their escape. Each step felt like a rebirth, a reclaiming of his power. They had a way out, and he wouldn’t stop until they were free from hydra’s clutches.
  As Alec and Oksana stepped out of the lab, the cacophony of gunfire had already begun to echo through the facility, and the urgency of their escape heightened. Sirens blared in the distance, signaling the alarm that had been triggered. He could hear shouts and footsteps as more soldiers rushed toward the source of the commotion.
– More guards are coming! – Oksana warned, her eyes wide with fear as she pressed close to him.
– Then things are about to get fun. – Alec replied, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He took a deep breath, steadied his grip on the rifle, and prepared for the fight ahead.
  Just as they rounded a corner, a squad of five heavily armed soldiers appeared at the end of the corridor, their tactical gear glinting under the fluorescent lights. They aimed their weapons, eyes narrowing as they recognized Alec and Oksana.
– Stop right there! – one of the soldiers shouted, raising his rifle.
  Alec didn’t hesitate. He immediately opened fire, the rifle barking loudly in the enclosed space. The soldiers returned fire, bullets whizzing past him, but Alec was faster. He ducked behind a nearby wall, using it as cover while he continued to fire back, his heart pounding in his chest.
  One soldier went down, and then another, but the remaining three moved in coordinated efforts, trying to flank him. Alec could hear their footsteps echoing, could see their shadows moving against the walls. He could feel the pressure mounting, but with each shot he fired, he felt more alive, more determined.
– Stay low! – he shouted to Oksana, who was crouched behind a nearby table, her hands gripping the edges tightly.
  Alec reloaded quickly, popping the empty magazine from the rifle and slamming a fresh one into place. He peeked around the corner just as a soldier attempted to advance toward him, trying to close the distance. Alec squeezed the trigger, and the soldier dropped, his body hitting the ground with a thud.
  Only two left. They were closing in, moving with military precision. Alec could feel their determination, but he was fueled by rage and survival.
– Push forward! – one of the remaining guards yelled to his partner, both trying to flank him.
  Alec had to think quickly. He ducked back, repositioning himself. He could hear their footsteps getting closer. He moved silently, slipping around a corner and setting himself up for an ambush. As they passed by, he sprang out, surprising them completely.
  Before they could react, Alec fired off a few quick shots, the rifle rattling in his hands. One soldier fell to the ground, but the other quickly retaliated, returning fire. The boy dove to the side, narrowly avoiding the shots that whizzed by him.
  Rolling onto his back, Alec took aim with the rifle, firing blindly around the corner. He caught the remaining soldier off guard, and he fell, collapsing against the wall.
  Breathing heavily, Alec pushed himself to his feet, glancing around to ensure there were no more threats.
– Are you okay? – he asked Oksana, who was still huddled behind the table.
– I’m fine. – she said, though her voice trembled slightly – That was… intense.
– Just stay close to me. – Alec said, adrenaline still coursing through him – We have to keep moving.
  They stepped over the fallen soldiers, the hallway eerily silent now except for the distant sounds of alarms and chaos echoing through the facility. Alec could feel the weight of their situation pressing down on him, but he was fueled by the need to survive and to rescue himself from the clutches of Hydra.
  As they continued through the corridors, the sounds of pursuit seemed to be growing, the facility likely aware of the chaos unfolding. More soldiers would come, and Alec knew they needed to be ready. Each confrontation made him stronger, more determined to make it out alive.
  Suddenly, a door burst open ahead, and a new wave of soldiers rushed in, their weapons raised and ready. Alec’s heart raced, but he didn’t falter. He raised his rifle and fired, adrenaline pushing him forward.
  Each shot was calculated and precise. He dropped the first soldier before he could take aim, then moved swiftly to the side as another soldier returned fire. Alec ducked behind a pillar, his breath steadying as he prepared for another counterattack.
The sound of bullets ricocheted around him as the soldiers advanced. Alec squeezed the trigger, taking down another guard, his focus unwavering. The last soldier hesitated, scanning the area for any sign of movement.
Alec knew he had to make this quick. He rushed forward, using the element of surprise to his advantage. He fired again, and with one last shot, the soldier fell.
With the hallway now clear, Alec stood panting, his rifle heavy in his hands. He felt a rush of victory, a surge of empowerment.
– Let’s go. – he said, looking back at Oksana, who was wide-eyed but resolute.
– Right behind you. – she said, her voice stronger now.
They pressed on, Alec leading the way as they navigated the facility, every step bringing them closer to freedom. He wouldn’t stop until they were out of this nightmare.
•••
The atmosphere was thick with tension as the avengers gathered just outside the entrance to the hydra facility. The faint sounds of gunfire echoed through the darkened corridors, each shot a stark reminder of the chaos unfolding within. Tony stood at the forefront, his Iron Man suit reflecting the dim lights from the facility’s exterior. Steve moved quietly beside him, his senses heightened, while Natasha kept her eyes sharp for any movement around them.
Peter Parker swung above, scouting from the rafters, while Bucky and the Maximoff twins followed close behind, each of them acutely aware of the danger that lurked within the facility.
– Can you feel him, Wanda? – Peter asked, his voice barely a whisper, anxiety creeping into his tone.
– I can feel something. – Wanda replied, her brow furrowed in concentration – But it’s… chaotic. It’s hard to tell. There’s a lot of anger and fear.
As they approached the entrance, muffled sounds of gunfire echoed from within the facility, punctuated by the distant sounds of shouting and chaos. Each Avenger tensed, ready for anything. They exchanged glances, understanding the stakes – they were here to save Alec.
– Let’s move in. – Tony instructed, his voice steady – We can’t waste any time.
Suddenly, the door at the end of the corridor swung open, and Alec emerged. He stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the light spilling out from the lab behind him. But it was the sight of him that struck the avengers like a physical blow.
He held a pistol in his hand, his expression a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. The sight of him – bloodied but standing – sent a shockwave through the group.
– Alec! – Peter was the first to call out, relief flooding his voice.
The young mutant blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sight of the avengers.
– You guys… you found me. – he managed, his voice hoarse but steady.
The initial shock began to dissipate, and Tony stepped forward, his eyes scanning Alec for injuries.
– What happened? Are you hurt? – Alec shook his head, his gaze shifting to Wanda.
– Wanda, – he said, his voice dropping to a whisper – do you sense anyone alive in there?
Wanda was taken by surprise by the question, but focused her powers, her eyes glowing briefly as she reached out with her mind.
– There’s a lot of chaos, but I can sense… fear. There are still guards in the facility, I can count fifteen but I don’t know where.
– Are there hostages? – Steve asked, urgency in his tone.
Alec hesitated, processing the intensity of the moment.
– I… I didn’t see anyone else. It was just me and the guards. – he looked down at the blood on his shirt – I had to fight my way out.
The atmosphere shifted as Alec’s words hung heavy in the air. The Avengers exchanged glances, concern etched on their faces. Oksana stepped out from behind Alec, her demeanor tense but resolute.
– This is Oksana. – Alec introduced, his voice steady – Keep an eye on her, please.
Before anyone could respond, Alec turned and strode back into the depths of the facility, his determination palpable.
– What? Where are you going? – Tony called after him, confusion knitting his brow – Alec, wait!
– I’m going back there to kill those fuckers. You guys stay here. – Alec shot back, his tone leaving no room for argument. The seriousness in his voice sent a chill through the group.
Steve stepped forward, trying to reach him.
– Alec, you’re not thinking clearly. We can handle this together. You don’t have to do this alone.
Alec paused, his back still turned to them.
– You don’t understand, Cap. They’ve tortured me. I can’t let them get away.
Peter took a cautious step closer, desperation in his voice.
– Alec, please. You don’t have to resort to this. We can find another way. Let us help you.
But Alec turned to face them, his eyes fierce and resolute.
– Help? You don’t know what they did to me. I have to make them pay.
With that declaration, he raised the pistol, pointing it toward the roof of the cave-like facility. The avengers froze, their eyes widening in shock.
– Alec, no! – Wanda shouted, her voice filled with alarm.
In one swift motion, Alec pulled the trigger. The gunfire echoed ominously, the bullet striking the ceiling and sending debris raining down. Dust and rocks tumbled, and a few of the avengers instinctively shielded themselves. It was a clear declaration: I’m doing it and you can’t stop me.
The reverberation of the shot faded into an eerie silence, leaving the avengers grappling with the enormity of Alec’s resolve.
With that, he turned and began to walk away, each step echoing with finality. The avengers exchanged glances, knowing they needed to act but feeling the weight of Alec’s pain and resolve.
– Alec, please. – Natasha said, her voice steady yet pleading – We can bring them to justice in another way. Don’t let your anger consume you.
For a moment, Alec hesitated, his back still facing them.
– I’m sorry. – he murmured, barely audible. Then, without another word, he disappeared deeper into the facility, leaving the avengers behind, hearts heavy with the knowledge that they might not be able to bring him back from the brink.
– Let’s move. – Tony said, determination flaring in his eyes – We can’t let him face this alone.
The avengers tried to get the rocks out of their way, their resolve hardening as they prepared to follow Alec into the heart of the facility, ready to confront the darkness that awaited them and to pull him back from the edge, no matter the cost.
Alec strode through the dimly lit corridors of the hydra facility, the adrenaline surging through his veins as he approached the chamber where the remaining guards had gathered. Each step was heavy with purpose, fueled by the anger and pain he had endured. The echoes of gunfire still resonated in his ears, a constant reminder of what he had already faced.
He paused at the entrance, taking a deep breath as he scanned the room. Fifteen men and women milled about, unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon them. The air was thick with tension, and the stench of sweat and fear clung to the walls. Alec could see them huddled together, whispering nervously, their eyes flickering toward the sounds of chaos that had erupted earlier.
With a sudden burst of determination, Alec kicked open the door, the metal slamming against the wall with a deafening clang. The guards turned, shock etched on their faces as they realized who had entered.
– What the hell? – one of them shouted, reaching for his weapon.
Alec didn’t hesitate. He raised the pistol he had taken from one of the guards earlier, his finger tightening on the trigger.
– You’ve taken everything from me. – he spat, his voice steady despite the tremor of rage – Now it’s time for payback.
Before they could react, he unleashed a flurry of bullets, the gunfire ringing out in the confined space. One guard fell to the ground, clutching his chest, while chaos erupted around him. The others scrambled for their weapons, panic setting in as they realized they were being hunted.
Alec moved swiftly, his instincts kicking in as he ducked behind cover, narrowly avoiding return fire. He could hear their frantic shouts, their pleas for help echoing in his ears. But all he could think about was the pain they had caused him, the torment he had endured.
He leaned out from behind cover, shooting again, hitting another guard square in the chest. The man crumpled to the ground, and Alec felt a rush of vindication.
One of the guards managed to get a shot off, the bullet ricocheting off the wall near Alec’s head. He flinched but quickly regained his composure. Fueled by rage, he charged forward, moving with a fierce determination.
He spotted a table in the corner stacked with weapons, a rifle lying in plain sight. In a fluid motion, he grabbed it, switching from the pistol to the rifle as he continued his onslaught. The guards were scrambling now, their numbers dwindling, their confidence shattered.
– Get him! – someone yelled, desperation creeping into their voice.
But Alec was relentless. He fired again, the rifle booming in the confined space. Each shot found its mark, and soon the air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the cries of the wounded. He felt an exhilaration he had never experienced before, a sense of power that drowned out the fear that had once consumed him.
He pushed further into the room, his eyes scanning for movement. One guard tried to flee, but Alec intercepted him, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him close.
– You think you can run? – he hissed, his voice low and menacing. Without a second thought, he thrusts the rifle into the man’s stomach, watching as the light faded from his eyes.
With only a handful of guards remaining, panic took hold of the last few. They huddled together, fear etched across their faces. Alec could see the realization dawning on them; their end was inevitable.
– Please. – one of them pleaded, raising his hands in surrender – We didn’t mean-
But Alec cut him off, his expression cold and unforgiving.
– You made your choice when you joined hydra.
With that, he raised his rifle and fired one last time, silencing the remaining guards. The echoes of gunfire faded, leaving behind an eerie silence. Alec stood amidst the chaos, panting heavily, the adrenaline coursing through him.
He looked around at the bodies sprawled across the room, the remnants of his tormentors lying lifeless on the ground. A dark satisfaction filled him, but it was tinged with an unsettling realization: this was just the beginning.
As he caught his breath, he felt a weight lift slightly from his shoulders, yet another burden replaced it. The blood on his hands felt heavy and it reminded him of his last outburst. Thank God Logan and Xavier were there to stop him from becoming a killer at the age of thirteen.
“Oh Xavier’s not going to be hearing about this”with that thought in mind, he turned and made his way back toward the exit, ready to confront whatever awaited him next.
The air was thick with tension as Alec stepped through the doorway, emerging from the shadows of the hydra facility. The avengers turned their attention to him, their expressions a mix of relief and apprehension. As he entered, silence enveloped the room, the aftermath of his rampage hanging heavily in the air.
Alec dropped the rifle he had been clutching, the weapon clattering against the cold floor, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, the adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. The bulletproof vest he had worn felt restrictive, a reminder of the conflict he had just faced. Without a second thought, he unbuckled it and let it fall, the fabric pooling at his feet.
As he stepped forward, his gaze fell on Oksana, who stood nervously beside Steve. She looked up at him, a mix of confusion and concern in her eyes. The weight of what had just transpired lingered in the air, but Alec’s expression was devoid of any remorse. He walked toward her with a calmness that sent shivers down Steve’s spine.
– Alec… – Steve began, but his words faded as Alec reached Oksana.
Without hesitation, Alec lifted both of his hands and placed them gently around her neck. Oksana’s eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, he leaned in closer.
– Thank you for leading the way out. – he said softly, his voice eerily calm, as if he were merely thanking her for a favor.
Then, with a swift and brutal motion, he twisted her neck, the crack echoing sharply in the silent room. Oksana’s body went limp instantly, collapsing to the ground in a lifeless heap.
The avengers stood frozen, their shock palpable as they processed what they had just witnessed. There was no hesitation in Alec’s actions, no flicker of guilt or remorse in his eyes. It was as if he had merely extinguished a flame, a mundane task that required no reflection.
He straightened up, stepping back from her body as if he had just set down a heavy burden. The blood on his shirt and hands seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by his nonchalance. He surveyed the avengers, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief, yet all he felt was an unsettling sense of satisfaction.
– We can go now. – he stated matter-of-factly, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. The weight of the lives he had taken seemed to roll off him like water off a duck’s back. It was a transformation, one that they could hardly comprehend.
– Alec. – Tony began, stepping forward, his voice trembling with urgency – What have you done? You didn’t have to-
– Didn’t I? – Alec interrupted, his voice sharp as he turned to face them fully – You weren’t in there. They deserved it. All of them. – he gestured to the bodies strewn across the room, the evidence of his wrath and the echoes of his suffering.
Steve exchanged a worried glance with Natasha and the others.
– This isn’t the way, Alec. We could’ve help you. We could’ve find justice without… this.
Alec’s expression hardened, a flicker of defiance lighting in his eyes.
– Justice? This is justice. – his gaze swept over the lifeless forms, the power he had reclaimed palpable in the silence that followed.
As the weight of his actions hung heavy in the air, the avengers realized they were standing before a boy who had been forever changed; a boy who had taken the path of vengeance and embraced it without hesitation. The darkness that had consumed Alec now radiated from him, a palpable force that left the team grappling with the reality of who he had become.
In that moment, it became clear: Alec was no longer just a victim of hydra. He was a force of nature, and the world around him would never be the same.
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