2: Are you ready to comply?

Chapter 4

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Nat's POV

Clint and Sam brought me straight back to the compound, it wasn't spoken about, but they knew I wasn't up to answer loads of questions at the time. I never failed missions, and I always stuck exactly to the plan. They knew it wasn't my fault, but they also knew I didn't feel the same way. I felt horrific, not only because I failed the mission, but because my mind was in agony, constant flashbacks of the images I saw whilst unconscious or whatever state I was in.

Steve and Tony had to stay behind though to do damage control. Apparently people get pissed off when their chancellor is murdered right in front of an Avenger who should have protected them. Luckily the fact it was me was left out of the media. It didn't make me feel much better, because I was still aware I was the one who fucked up, but it meant I was only dealing with self blame, rather then everyone else's.

I was taken straight to the med bay when I arrived back at the compound, and multiple tests were run to try and see what happened. But nothing came up in the blood tests or scans. It was concluded I wasn't injected with a hallucinogen and I didn't suffer a blow to the head. So even after the many tests and scans, we were all still stumped over what had actually happened.

Honestly I wasn't too worried right now, I knew the fear and panic and concern would seep in at some point, but right now all I could see was her face. Fear, confusion, hatred.

"How do you know my name?"

She was there, her gun pointed at me. She was in the chancellors room with me. Surely it couldn't have just been a hallucination, but I didn't touch her, I didn't feel her, I didn't hold her. I wasn't sure, I wasn't certain. I couldn't make accusations to this scale on a whim.

I shut my eyes, trying to cherish the moments with her, hallucination or not, it felt real enough, and all I had ever wanted was more minutes with her. Even if there was a gun pointed at me.

"Why is your voice in my head?"

Her words confused me. Why would she say such a thing in a hallucination? It wasn't cold, it wasn't torture. She was confused? In pain? If someone was playing with my fears like I'd imagined, like everyone hypothesised, why give me hope that she was still in there? To tear it away again maybe?

Why didn't whoever was there kill me? I mean HYDRA had me right there, unconscious, unable to fight back. Why didn't they kill me? The Red Room now worked closely with the organisation, Ana had told me as much, so surely the Red Room's enemies are the same as theirs? Why didn't they eliminate me?

"Tetrodotoxin B"

I had been trying to remember the chemical name since I woke up, I knew she had mentioned something that I was unfamiliar with. But it was the way she said it, confused, as if remembering it. As if it was a memory to her, one she couldn't place. It was too human to be a hallucination surely? It was too real?

Bruce pulled me from my thoughts by walking into the room, obviously to run more tests

"Banner?" I asked gently as he stuck another needle into me. He looked up at me, I hadn't said much since I returned back, too dazed and trapped in my own thoughts.

"Yes?" He replied softly, I knew the team were concerned. Worried that seeing Ana in whatever happened in my mind will set me backwards.

"What is Tetrodotoxin B?" I said slightly confused, still wondering why Ana had mentioned it, what relevance did it have to torturing me? But if anyone was to know what a random chemical was, it would be the man with 7 PhDs. However I saw him tense up at my words, his eyebrows furrowed, only adding to my confusion.