They never really thought about the after affects of the serum. The serum was supposed to keep the subject alive indefinitely, it didn't, of course. What the serum did and how it affected the body made it stronger, animated; it gave a spirit to a mind that already existed. Without the spirit the serum animated the body without cause.
When they dug the body from the snow they knew none of this. The body of Steve Rogers was the same body he'd had in the war - big, strong, beautiful. When they laid that body on a metal sheet it showed no signs of life. But they were S.H.I.E.L.D and if they wanted him alive they would bring it to life.
The procedure was unethical, inhumane...but it would not know this. When its eyes first opened it was like a babe to a new day; no recollection to be seen. As those around it stood still so did the body. It was as if all those years of frozen desolation has brought itself upon the room. It looked at its saviors, it looked, and it learned.
Bodies, flesh, others surrounded it. It was so cold. So cold. Not like these bodies, these things that enveloped it in their warmth, their heat, their life. It wanted that. It wanted the lack of chill, the absence of cold. But how could it do that? How could it make itself one of them? To be them? To have them?
Yes, to have them. To have them with him. In him. Their heat would warm his bones and they would warm him as he once was.
He was invincible. They'd once made him that way. They didn't understand what that meant. They never will.
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Date: 2015-04-06 06:06 am (UTC)They never really thought about the after affects of the serum. The serum was supposed to keep the subject alive indefinitely, it didn't, of course. What the serum did and how it affected the body made it stronger, animated; it gave a spirit to a mind that already existed. Without the spirit the serum animated the body without cause.
When they dug the body from the snow they knew none of this. The body of Steve Rogers was the same body he'd had in the war - big, strong, beautiful. When they laid that body on a metal sheet it showed no signs of life. But they were S.H.I.E.L.D and if they wanted him alive they would bring it to life.
The procedure was unethical, inhumane...but it would not know this. When its eyes first opened it was like a babe to a new day; no recollection to be seen. As those around it stood still so did the body. It was as if all those years of frozen desolation has brought itself upon the room. It looked at its saviors, it looked, and it learned.
Bodies, flesh, others surrounded it. It was so cold. So cold. Not like these bodies, these things that enveloped it in their warmth, their heat, their life. It wanted that. It wanted the lack of chill, the absence of cold. But how could it do that? How could it make itself one of them? To be them? To have them?
Yes, to have them. To have them with him. In him. Their heat would warm his bones and they would warm him as he once was.
He was invincible. They'd once made him that way. They didn't understand what that meant. They never will.