AN: Your metal arm is like Bucky's but is on your right not left.
- Time skip from last chapter about a month -
(Y/N) awoke strapped down on the metal table she knew all to well, the familiar chilling sensation running up her spine and through her bones.
She looked around the room only to be met with the scientist, but he wasn't smiling like he used to, he was getting rather annoyed that his project wasn't working, that she wasn't obeying but he knew she'd break soon. He knew it would only be a few more hours of continuous torture for her to break, for her to be under his control, this thought caused a smile to appear on his face, in a few hours his years of work would be worth it.
That thought alone made him determined to make (Y/N) suffer, sort of like a last go at making her feel what he'd felt from the failure of not being able to break her. It took him 11 years of torture to break her and hours of work for him coming up with new more painful method of torture, but this will work, he knew it.
- First person POV -
As I collapsed down on the table it provided a little relief from the burning pain in my back, I knew this was going to be the day I broke and by the deranged smile on his face he could tell too. It was inevitable that I would break, I'm strong but I'm weak as well.
This is going to be my last day for awhile that I'll be fully in control of my own body so I thought of my siblings and mother, not their deaths but happy memories if you could call them that. They weren't all happy, but it wasn't torture and it was better arguing with my family than hearing them screaming out my name for help whilst I lay helpless on the floor.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the pain being inflicted on my body. I tried to focused on the memories. (AN: Memories are in italics because they're only short)
"(Y/N) look at this flower I found in the meadow! It's so pretty!" I saw my little sister run up to me holding a beautiful daisy in her hand. I chuckled at her and put the flower in her hair.
"Yes it is pretty, just like you." I ruffled her hair then she ran off to show our mum...
"He started it! He took my toy! I want it back." I looked down at my brothers arguing over a small wooden train toy that I bought for them recently that they're meant to share but being 8 year old boys they didn't want to. I took the toy off him gently.
"You two are meant to share that toy, if you can't share it nicely then I'll have to keep hold of it till I can afford to get you another." I told them sternly probably sounding like mum. I rolled my eyes at the thought, I love my mum but I don't want to sound like her.
"Okay okay! I'll share it with him!" He said a little angry but pouting still with grabby hands motioning for the toy. I hand it to him and it's like all is forgotten, they go play together peacefully...
"Hey mum! Do you need any help with that?" I asked her as I saw her struggling to clean, dry and put away all the plates.
"Yes please dear." She said as she turned around and gave me a small smile...
I was brought out of my memories when the man started talking, talking to himself about me, his prize project, the person he shows off about. He had his back turned to me so I could see the Hydra symbol on the back of his lab coat, he must have heard me moving against the restraints and turned to me and started reading some words off of a piece of paper.
"London Bus"
"двадцать один" "(Twenty one)"
"Daybreak"
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The Ghost Agent (Book 1)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was taken by Hydra at a young age then tortured for almost 12 years and put under Hydra hypnosis turning her into a deadly assassin, maybe better than Black Widow, at one of their most discreet, hidden bases which unfortunately for her turns o...