CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE — ( He's fast. Strong. Had a metal arm. )
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Nineteen-forty-eight The atmosphere was tense in the dimly lit chamber, and the sharp, acrid scent of sweat and blood hung in the air. The faded, peeling walls echoed with the haunting sound of distant screams, serving as a chilling reminder of the relentless training that took place within this room. Two figures stood at opposite ends of the room, their eyes gleaming with a fiery determination. The tall and muscular man paired with a metal left arm exuded an air of raw power, while the woman, lean and agile, radiated a quiet intensity that hinted at her formidable strength. Behind the heavy, sound-proof doors, a cluster of HYDRA agents observed intently, their expressions neutral yet captivated as they watched the pair fight one another.
"Again!" a voice boomed over the speaker, cutting through the silence like a knife.
With that command, the two people sprang into action. The first strike came from the woman, her fist flying towards the man with a speed he had grown to dread. He barely had time to react as her punch connected with his jaw, sending him staggering backward. Pain flared through his body, but he gritted his teeth and pushed through it. This was not the first time they had fought, and he had learned to endure.
Every round unfolded as a gruelling test of endurance, a clash of pain and resilience. Though lean in stature, the woman emerged as an undeniable force, radiating a fierce determination that defied her appearance. She moved elegantly, her body a perfect blend of speed and precision, executing each move with a dancer's poise and a warrior's ferocity. Every time they collided, she seemed to draw strength from the very fight, her confidence surging while his resolve weakened beneath the limitation of his wounds. There was something otherworldly about her power; she went beyond the limits of an ordinary human and even a super soldier like her partner.
"Get up, Soldier!" the voice from the shadows taunted. "Fight until you win!"
With a growl, the man pushed himself off the ground, his body protesting with every movement. He understood this brutal training was meant to harden them, strip away their weaknesses, and transform them into invulnerable weapons. Each broken bone and bruise was a lesson learned in the harshest ways.
As the rounds dragged on, the woman's strikes became more calculated, each blow a reminder of her dominance. With every punch, another crack would echo in the room—his ribs, his arm, his nose—each fracture serving as a testament to her skill. He'd long tapped out days ago if it wasn't for his accelerated healing. And despite the searing pain coursing through him, the man felt something stir within him, an ember of defiance that refused to be extinguished.
