Prologue

There was blood on the floor. And the walls, doors and ceiling and god it was everywhere. How was there so much blood from one person? How could one person have so much blood in them?

Amidst all this blood stood a man. He was dressed in white. He was white. His skin, hair and clothes were all a shade of pristine, snowy white, and not a single drop of blood marred his figure. He stood over the mutilated body of his victim, holding a singular, dripping dagger. He sighed and tipped his head back, towards the ceiling. To where he knew the surveillance camera was hidden.

He fixed his red eyes on it and he grinned. It was a broken smile, filled with shards of glass and jagged steel. He smiled right at the camera and when he spoke, his voice was deep and rasping.

"Oops." He said calmly. "I guess I went a little overboard."

He wasn't supposed to kill this man. He wasn't supposed to kill any of the people in this building, really. But he was just so fed up with them all and their stupid torture and the endless missions! Kill him, kill her, blow up this building, frame them. It never ended. He just wanted it to end.

He had killed the man beneath him, and he knew it wouldn't be long until more were sent to apprehend him. This is usually where he stopped. He would let himself be taken back to his room (cell) and he would wait out the solitary confinement (peace and quiet) until they needed him again. Because they couldn't kill him. He was their Golden Boy, their secret weapon, their perfect little spider.

But that last assignment they had tried to give him, he had decided he wasn't going to take it anymore. Twenty years he had been born and raised in this God-damned building and he had finally had enough.

This time, when they came to lead him back to his room (cell) he was going to kill every single one of them. And he wasn't going to stop until this whole building was painted in red.

Matovyy Pauk was dead. Or that's what the records said. He had died six months ago, in the Red Room massacre. He had allegedly lost his mind and gone on a killing spree, murdering every single Red Room and Hydra agent in the building, before finishing the deed by taking his own life.

Allegedly. Truthfully, that was just what the files said. It was true that he had lost his mind, and killed everyone in the facility. But he had not died that day. Maybe a part of him had, but not the whole. 

Okay so i have no idea how old bucky really is everything was just like 'oh hes 106 years old' so im going to image him as being twenty three, which is three years older than mat. he looks about that old in any case 

Joke: what do you call a police officer in bed? 

UNDER COVER LMFAO