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The two men pick me up by my arms and drag me out of my cell and down a long hallway. I no longer have the energy to fight anymore, or even stand, as my feet scrape limply across the concrete floor. Two more lefts, a right and we push through a familiar set of grey doors into a stark white room. I don’t even bother to fight anymore as they strap me to the cold stainless steel table and fix the blazing lamps onto me. The “doctor” comes in with his usual tools: saws, nails, ice picks, knives, syringes filled with all colored liquids, clamps, screws, hammers. The usual assortment, nothing new there. I only hope I passed out quickly. They don’t like to play with a doll that can’t scream.
I woke up to the sound of gunfire and screams, as well as the pain from my new cuts and bruises. The screams are normal, but gunfire? Not so much. I sigh and pull my knees up as close to my body as possible. It’s freezing, and sitting on the cold concrete of my cell isn’t helping anything. Flinching a particularly loud “boom” echoes through the walls, I just hope whatever it is will kill me soon enough. I am cold, tired, and beaten beyond recognition in this god-forsaken cell. I have no clue where I am, and how long I have been here, but it feels like an eternity. One week feels like forty years down here. I haven’t seen the light of day since they brought me here, so I lost any sense of time long ago, or maybe only a few days ago. Who can tell? As the cold seeps into my bones, I fade out of consciousness as a lone figure appears in front of my cell.
I feel hands on my body. Nothing. My head slams into something, weight on top of me. Nothing. I hear an enormous crash, then nothing once more. I can feel light shine through my eyelids, people yelling, but I drift off. Am I dead? No, my bruises and cuts still sting and pulse with dull pain. Time speeds up, slows down, stops and starts again. I don’t know how much time has passed before I wake up to the sound of people faintly talking... I keep my eyes closed, just to be safe, or postpone the torture.
“...Should be waking up soon.... No, not quite. Her’s is similar to Bucky’s but there’s something else...” English. They speak English here. Thank god. “ No I’m waiting for the lab results, and I haven’t even started on those... wait she’s up! Get here now”
Shit. I ripped out the IV and jumped out of the bed, looking for an exit. There! I push out a set of double doors and sprint down the hallway as I hear the dark haired man yell at me, close in pursuit. Looking back over my shoulder, I slide on my bare feet as I turn a corner, and smack into a hard chest. As we both fall with an “oof” I quickly push off his chest and run down the hallway. I hear the first man trip onto the second. Great; buys me an extra few seconds. I can hear one of them shouting at Jarvis... the first man? Or second? Doesn’t matter, as I turn the corner into.... a living room? I accidentally slam into a small table and shatter the lamp on it. Immediately, the woman and two men who were sitting on the couch jump up. I don’t want this. There are too many people and I’m not going to get out like this. Windows, so many windows. Breakable? Hopefully; but too many people, as the first two men slide into the room. I quickly run over by the elevator in the room and push into the door next to it which turns out to be stairs! Hallelujah!
“Wait! Just wait! JARVIS! Run lockdown protocol levels 8-16, have code red on standby....”
I can hear them pounding after me as I hustle up the stairs. They shouldn’t be able to keep up, but the two men on the couch aren’t even breaking a sweat. I keep going. How many floors can one building have?
As I round the turn for what must be the fourth flight, I quickly hop out the door and slam it behind me looking around for.... yes! Windows! I begin to move again but not before the two couch men come barreling through the door, which knocks me across the room. I’m up in an instant, watching them size me up from about ten feet away. Wow; those two really pack a punch, noting the bump on my head from hitting the floor. As a red haired woman comes through the door, followed by the first two men, I begin backing up.
“Hey! Just calm down, we’re not going to hurt you! We’re trying to help,” Says the blond beefcake, arms out in what he probably thinks is soothing.
I relax a little bit, but keep my eyes wary. I know these games, and I will not be fooled by them again. But who says I can’t fool them? I tilt my head to the side, and put on my best ‘I’m a scared and confused little girl face’. The redhead glares at me, and the dark haired beefcake stays wary. I continue to slowly weave around desks backing up towards the window.
“About two days ago, we pulled you from an underground hydra base in the Hartz Mountains in Germany... Right now you’re in Stark Tower in New York City. You’re safe here. We’re the Avenger-“
“Just stop!” I shout, and everyone freezes. “I... I can’t listen to this! I won’t go back! I’ll kill myself before you can take me back!”
And with that, I threw myself into the window closing my eyes as the glass shattered. I could hear a mix of surprised yells, but it was too late. I could feel the wind whistle past and....