The Mimic (HE/HIM VERSION)

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"Tell me what you see, bubba." The man in the suit hummed calmly over the speakers.

Y/n had been shut inside of one of the testing rooms, his back pressed up against the door out of fear. The room was pitch black. He was only a young child. The dark was terrifying to him. "I can't see anything..." He said in a shaky tone, his voice echoing around the room. The poor boy was convinced that a monster was going to jump out and attack him, oblivious to the fact that the real monster was the man in the suit. "I don't like it in here. Can I get out now?" Y/n asked, hugging himself tightly as he stared into the endless abyss of darkness. His wide eyes were full of fear, yet he tried his hardest to stay calm. He had to. The man in the suit always told him to never show fear, but that was a hard task for a young child.

"Not yet, bud." The man in the suit cooed. He was stood on the other side of the door, his hands casually resting in his pockets as he listened to y/n. "Do you remember what I told you?" He asked, waiting for a few moments for a response from y/n. Of course he hadn't responded, but he could tell by the shadows under the door that he was still stood listening. "Fear is just an obstacle. And what do we do with obstacles?"

"Eliminate them." Y/n chimed in, his voice still riddled with fear. The darkness was different to his other obstacles. He knew how to fight those people, he didn't know how to fight the monsters looming in the dark. His hands stayed tucked close to his chest, standing as close to the door as possible. The little boy's bottom lip begun to wobble, tears starting to pool in his eyes as the fear begun to overwhelm him. "I don't know how-"

"That's why you're in there, bubba. That's what we're learning today." The man in the suit interrupted, staring up at the ceiling as he listened to y/n. His voice stayed calm and collected, not seeming to be bothered by the sniffling from the little boy. "Take a deep breath for me, alright? Wipe those tears, and move toward the centre of the room." He commanded, thanking a guard as he was handed a chair. The man in the suit set the chair opposite the door, sitting down on it with a sigh. "Go on. I can still see your feet under the door, my love." He encouraged with a fond smile.

Y/n took a deep breath, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He didn't want to be in the dark anymore, and he definitely didn't want to take any steps into it. But he had no other choice. The consequences of not doing what he was told were scarier than the monsters. His bare feet quietly patted against the cold ground as he took careful steps toward the centre of the room, his heart almost beating out of his chest. The fear was immense, all he wanted to do was turn back around and head toward the door, but he couldn't. "I don't like it in here." He complained in a shaky tone, glancing around in every direction just in case anything jumped out at him. "Please can I go back to my room?" The little boy begged, listening to his own voice echo around the room.

"No, bubba." The man in the suit calmly hummed, resting his elbows on his knees as he listened to y/n. "You can't let your fears take over. A mission should always be completed, and the obstacle should always be eliminated. Once you get over this fear, you'll be allowed to leave." He explained, pulling out a device from his pocket. He pressed a few buttons before setting it back into his pocket, not seeming to be at all remorseful for what was about to happen. "Good luck, y/n." The man in the suit cooed in a sweet tone, slowly standing up from his chair.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock as he heard what he had to say. Tears begun to fall faster and faster as he begun to shake. "No! Please don't leave me in here! Please!" He cried out in pure fear. But he didn't know which direction the door was, simply frozen and surrounded by complete darkness. "Please!" The little boy begged again, his feet rooted to the ground. He was only young, not even in double-digits yet. After all the destruction and pain he'd already witnessed, the scariest thing to him were still the monsters that lurked in the dark. He still had some of his childhood innocence intact.

The effects of the button pressing soon took place, blasting terrifying monster growls and screeches from the speakers. There was nothing in the room with y/n, but he didn't know that.

The man in the suit casually strolled away from the room, humming to himself with a satisfied smile. He could hear y/n's screams and cries of pure terror, yet it didn't seem to bother him at all. To him, it was just another day of learning for y/n. He had to learn to not be scared of the dark. Not only did it make him disobedient and waste time at night, but nobody was going to take an assassin that was afraid of the dark seriously. Y/n was being taught to become a powerhouse, there was no time for monsters that didn't even exist.

Y/n ended up being in that room for hours. By the time the door opened, y/n was curled up in a tight ball in the centre of the room. His cheeks were stained with tears, and his voice was almost completely gone from all of the screaming. The 'lesson' hadn't worked at all, and had instead made him even more terrified of the dark. But y/n never admitted that. He didn't want to be shut in the dark again.

"You're okay now." The man in the suit cooed, kneeling down in front of y/n once he stood up. A proud smile spread across his face, cupping his face with his gloved hands. "I'm proud of you, bubba." He cooed gently. The man in the suit wiped the tears from his cheeks with his gloved thumbs, completely ignoring the fact that y/n was still shaking.

Y/n suddenly jolted awake with a gasp, sitting up as fast as he could. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. He took a shaky breath, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he blindly reached out for Bucky. But, he wasn't there. He wasn't there at all.

The fear that had just faded quickly came rushing back, his hand reaching out into the darkness to reach for Bucky again. But he wasn't there. This wasn't even a double bed. He was surrounded in complete darkness, just like he was in his nightmare. Y/n created an orb of fire in the centre of his palm, using it as a source of light as he glanced around the unknown room. Fear continued to grow with every new thing that he saw, from the white prison uniform, to the bed in the centre of the room, to the giant walls.

"Where the hell am I?!" He screamed, praying that somebody would hear him. God, he felt like he was back in Hydra again. It was horrible.