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Title:  Project Super Soldier
Author: [livejournal.com profile] snowdarkred 
Word Count:  ~1.3K
Pairings: Cougar/Jensen
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Some disturbing content, along the lines of experimentation. Label it "Mature themes".
Author's Note: Okay, so this was interesting to write. I kept going back and forth as to how detailed it should be, but I think I hit the right tone? It's a like mutant blend of Project Super Soldier, aka the thing that turned Steve Rogers into Captain America, and Extremis, aka the thing that messed Tony Stark up even more than he already was. With a dash of Weapon X, because I just want to fit in every Marvel hero I can.

Summary: Remember that crack about being a secret government experiment? Yeah, well that was just asking for karma to cash in.

Project Super Soldier

 

 

They took him in a bar. A bar. Seriously. Jensen was never going to live it down. One of the ten commandments of what they did (right after Never sleep with your CO's daughter, which Jensen broke only once, and it was not worth it) was Never let your guard down. When his team found him – if they found him – they were gonna be so pissed.

 

Seriously. A bar. Jesus fuck.

 

---

 

Plastic ties dug into his wrists. His fingers were slick with blood. He didn't know where he was, and he didn't know how he'd gotten here. The last thing he remembered was alcohol and cigarette smoke and the smooth wood of the table beneath his hands. A pretty girl who'd grinned at him. The murmur of a TV set to ESPN. Dizzy lights and sharp smells. A hat that reminded him of Cougar's; it made him smile.

 

His ribs hurt. Whoever had him must have kicked him at some point. Each breath felt like glass being forced into his lungs. He blinked and realized—

 

He couldn't see. He couldn't see.

 

That scared him more than the feel of a gun pressing against the base of his neck, or the rough rocking and dull roar of an engine that hummed against his legs. He was being moved. He couldn't see.

 

He wasn't wearing a blindfold.

 

---

 

Jesus.

 

I know.

 

He's perfect.

 

Should we?

 

Yeah.

 

Let's get started.

 

---

 

Pain. Pain that ripped through him, pain worse than the worst torture he'd ever endured, pain that spread from his head to his toes and lodged in his joints. Pain filled him up and spilled over and he screamed and he screamed and he screamed.

 

---

 

Who the fuck is Cougar?

 

Does it matter?

 

No, but—

 

Don't think about it. He's just this now.

 

Fuck.

 

Yeah.

 

---

 

Pain.

 

Pain.

 

Pain pain painpainpain.

 

If you repeat a word enough, long enough, enough times, it eventually loses its meaning. It just becomes something that you say, a string of noises that amount to nothing. Are nothing.

 

Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Roque—no. Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Cougar.

 

Pain. The words were meaningless.

 

---

 

Do you think—?

 

They're not paying us to think. They're paying us for results.

 

---

 

They cut him open, tore him inside out, and sewed him back together again. They took his mind apart and rearranged the pieces. He couldn't see their faces, and begging did nothing. They didn't acknowledge him, though he heard his own shouts and yells and pleas bounce back at him, like coins rattling in an empty can. The air was cool against his fevered flesh, and he wasn't wearing any clothes.

 

He almost got loose once. They'd unstrapped him and stuck something in his arm, and he bolted up right. His stomach rolled and he barely got two steps before his legs gave out. He trembled as they picked him back up, as they spun him around and placed him back on the— Table? Cot? The hard, flat surface they kept him on.

 

They strapped him back down, and they made the pain come back and back and back, until he wished that he could be out of his mind just so that he wouldn't be in his body.

 

---

 

Damn, that was close.

 

I've never seen a subject do that before.

 

I told you he was perfect.

 

What about the optical—?

 

Don't worry about that; those can be dealt with later. He's too dangerous to have sight.

 

So, test number 56.14.5.11, Subject 42. Begin.

 

---

 

It can take less than seventy-two hours to break down the human psyche. He didn't know how much time had passed. He had no frame of reference, and the pain wouldn't let him count.

 

---

 

A buzz started filling his head. It was just loud enough that he could tell that it was trying to tell him something, but it was vague enough that he could make out what it was. It was like trying to understand the individual conversations in a crowd: nearly impossible, and most you'll get out of it is a headache.

 

His head already ached; the buzzing only made it worse.

 

---

 

These results are fantastic.

 

I know.

 

Do you think he'll survive? No one else has.

 

I think that he's going to going to break every record we have.

 

What about—?

 

Stop asking about it. It's not going to change anything.

 

---

 

The buzz got louder. He could hardly hear anything over it. He was slowly sliding into insanity. Each second felt like an eternity. For all he knew, they were eternities. A thousand eternities, separated by endless rounds of pain that shot up and down his spine.

 

Fuck. Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Cougar. Clay. Pooch. Aisha. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar. Cougar.

 

---

 

There were tubes in his skin, down his throat, in certain uncomfortable places that should go unmentioned. The buzz turned into a roar, so loud he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but ride with it, feel it swelling in his mind. He felt like he was coming apart, from the inside out, but that didn't make any sense, because they'd already taken him apart and separated the pieces.

 

All the king's horses, and all the king's men, couldn't put Humpty together again.

 

---

 

Everything snapped into place.

 

And it was beautiful.

 

---

 

Holy shit. It, he, that's. Holy shit.

 

Are you getting this?

 

Holy shit. Fuck. Is that—is that even possible?

 

He's in the systems! He's in the fucking security system! How—

 

Somebody call Max and tell him—

 

Fuck! Fuckfuckfu—

 

---

 

Code. Perfect, endless, streaming code. He could see it, all around him. It was glorious, and it chased the pain away. It banished the fire, and all that was left were numbers.

 

---

 

They came for him. Of course they came for them. He watched them blow through the building (research facility, torture chamber) with guns blazing. They killed and killed and killed, and he reveled in it, soaked it in vicariously.

 

He didn't know who they were, but he knew their faces. He knew the warmth that squeezed his chest as he tracked their progress through the compound. But he couldn't.

 

Couldn't...

 

                             ...quite...

 

                                                          ...remember...

       
                ...who...

 

...they...

                               

                                                                                                                  ...were.

 

 

But he knew what they meant, and that was good enough for him.

 

---

 

They were here. In the room with him. He couldn't see them – there were no security cameras in the room they were holding him – but he could feel the air move around them, smell them, hear them.

 

Gun oil, hot metal, and sweat. Leather and cigarettes and fury, coiling through the air. The roar (voices, numbers) had receded, but it nearly blocked out their voices anyway. If he concentrated hard, he could hear them through the rise and fall (like a heartbeat) inside his head.

 

---

 

Holy shit.

 

What the hell did they do to him?

 

Jensen? Can you hear me?

 

Jensen? ¿Puede usted aquí conmigo?

 

Get that shit off of him. Get him out of there.

 

Fuck. Fucking fuckers, gonna kill 'em all. Shit.

 

---

 

Don't bother, he croaked. The words stuck in his throat, the letters jumbling together. His throat was raw, and he could feel his vocal cords grind when he spoke. Get me out of here. I wanna...I wanna blow this place the fuck up.

 

A warm hand wrapped gentle around his, and a soft breath brushed against his cheek. (He tried not to flinch.) A voice, male, accented, familiar, said, Como desee. Lo que quieras, Jensen.

 

And something inside him relaxed.

---

I'm sorry? It's kind of terrible.
Sorry.

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Date: 2010-09-01 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com
*picks you up off the floor, puts you in front of your keyboard and POKES*

MORE NOW PLEASE (dear god)

Date: 2010-09-01 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rioko-avalon.livejournal.com
That's like, almost scary. I love the slow slide into ... whatever. I can't call it crazy, just. Wow.

Like lmx said, more PLEASE?

Date: 2010-09-01 09:17 pm (UTC)
scherwood: (CouJen Domestic)
From: [personal profile] scherwood

Yeah, I agree with lmx. MORE PLZ!!! *glomp*

Date: 2010-09-01 09:20 pm (UTC)
ext_401583: http://www.fanpop.com/fans/Saejima (Default)
From: [identity profile] numb3r12.livejournal.com
Ummm, yeah, not "kind of terrible" at all. "kind of awesome" is more like it! Wow, would love to read more. Good stuff.

Date: 2010-09-01 09:30 pm (UTC)
ext_6657: She solders!  With glasses! (jensen is confused)
From: [identity profile] katemonkey.livejournal.com
That's pretty goddamned sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.

(Although, in my head? It was Robocop I kept thinking of. And then I went "Oh shit, Jensen's fucking Robocop now and it's all "YOUR MOVE, CREEP" and then my brain explodeded.)

Date: 2010-09-01 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rin2x.livejournal.com
This is totally awesome and very interesting. Definitely would like to read more!

Date: 2010-09-01 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gottalovev.livejournal.com
not terrible AT ALL. well apart what they DID.

god, poor Jensen.

I'm going to ask for more too, as annoying as it can be! *pokes pokes pokes*

Date: 2010-09-01 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] symbioticdeath.livejournal.com
Must read more! It's awesome! I'll give you cookies!

Date: 2010-09-02 12:45 am (UTC)
ext_449089: Cougar looking up while praying, subtitled with the word "pray" in white text. (pic#)
From: [identity profile] merianmoriarty.livejournal.com
i, for one, am completely fascinated. do go on.

Date: 2010-09-02 01:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] damion_starr.livejournal.com
I.....I need more!

*pokes* MORE DAMMIT!

Date: 2010-09-02 03:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buhhhfaluffalo.livejournal.com
oh my god whaaaaaat this is amazing i need more more coke errrr...fic, yes fic! -tweaking-

Date: 2010-09-02 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emocezi.livejournal.com
OH MY GOD!!!

JENSEN...JENSEN...JEEEEENSSEEEEEEEN!!!!

Also, that 'didn't quite know who they were' was so beautifully spaced out and reminds me of House of Leaves, but in a decidedly non creepy way and more in a 'not-quite-lucid' kind of way. I don't know how to describe it. But it's beautiful.

ALSO...HOW CAN YOU JUST LEAVE IT THERE AND NOT CONTINUE!!! I NEED TO KNOW HOW THE TEAM DEALS WITH JENSEN, I NEED TO KNOW IF HE REMEMBERS THEM!!!! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE!!!!

Date: 2010-09-02 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
ok this need to be continued. like hella bad. poor Jensen man.

Date: 2010-09-02 06:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glam-geek.livejournal.com
Why am I not finding a link to the second part?! This is so good.

Date: 2010-09-02 12:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ardentsinner.livejournal.com
Holeeee crap!!! wtf! It's ingrained in my head! Karma came around and bit Jensen in his ass.

Funny thing that Jensen in the comic mentioned something about these experiments etc. and the guy who ended playing him was also lined up to play Capt. America? it's dessstiny!

lol. looking forward to reading more!

Date: 2010-09-02 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shanachie-quill.livejournal.com
*pokes you* I return the "You are awesome!" comment.

And you must continue this! Must must must! *huggles*

Date: 2010-09-03 12:04 pm (UTC)
ext_461575: (Default)
From: [identity profile] oh-la-fraise.livejournal.com
OMFG this is fucking amazing. I can't wait for the next part!

Date: 2010-09-03 08:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elenorasweet.livejournal.com
How can you end that THERE? GAH! *wrings hands and checks newer posts* Need more...!!

Date: 2010-09-04 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elenorasweet.livejournal.com
Also: I fucking love this fandom, and I love you. Because this had me all on the edge of my seat, and captivated, and I'm possibly very obsessed with my comics, which made this ten times better, because I love Cap' so much! XD When the Captain America movie comes out, I will watch it and see Jensen every scene. Especially now that I've read this. ^__^

Date: 2010-09-04 11:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alocine-89.livejournal.com
NOT TERRIBLE, NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL!

FULL OF CAPSLOCKY GOODNESS!

(more pls?)

Date: 2010-09-12 12:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ingu_x.livejournal.com
YES I FOLLOWED YOU FROM FANFIC.NET

AND OMGAH you can't do this to us.... D= Where's the next part?!?!?! This is so cool! *imagine said in voice of 5 year old* I love superpowers. And you're also the author who wrote that gorgeous piece of Tony vs. depression fic and now I love you even more. =D

Anyway, MORE OF THIS! NEED! D=

Date: 2010-10-04 11:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] red-estelle.livejournal.com
purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Date: 2010-12-05 06:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bookstorequeer.livejournal.com
This is amazing. Just... wow. I love how you put it all together. Just... wow.

Date: 2010-12-07 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scorpionvoices.livejournal.com
This story is so awesome! I can't wait for more.

Um, slight nitpick: Jensen? Can you here me? should probably be can you hear me. Sorry! :D?
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