March 2, 1944

Just recently, we acquired the large sum of several hundred American soldiers to go along with our other European stragglers. With them as workers, things have gone much quicker since their arrival, and our plans are very nearly completed. Only small amounts of construction are left, and soon, we shall be ready.

The soldiers do, however, protest, and many have refused to work for us. They say that they would never betray their country and their families and fellow soldiers, but what good shall it do them? Those who rebel we have beaten, and the numbers of those are many, but eventually, they succumb to the pain and work. Others do choose death, but that is of rare occurrence.

But a few of the fine, healthier, soldiers I am taking, one at a time, and I am testing a new product on them. A serum, not unlike the one the famed Dr. Erskine created, and I shall work it to perfection, to create a new kind of soldier. A weapon. The new fist of HYDRA.

A. Zola

A/N: I got this idea from the line in Captain America: The First Avenger by Falsworth: "There's an isolation ward in the factory. No one's ever come back from it." This told me that other men had been tested on, and that those men died. This is story delving more into the torturous processes that Zola May have used, and into Bucky's hoard of feels because I love doing that. Hope you like! More chapters soon to come!