The Violetta Voin

2.19

The Voin lay on her back when the three men left the room. She fiddled with the handcuff on her wrist and the cap of the oxygen tab on her finger.

She listened to the steady beep of her heartbeat, a soothing rhythm to her ears. She placed her head against the pillow and gently closed her eyes.

An unusual feeling of drowsiness washed over her, her limbs falling into a paralysed state. But her mind was awake.

She tried to move but she couldn't budge, the panic soon following. She felt drunk, drunk with emotion, something she wasn't used to.

The once rhythmic heartbeat no longer held its steady sound, the pace more quick and rushed. She felt her body begin to sweat as she tried to force her eyelids open, but it wasn't working.

Her breathing picked up, following the rapidly increasing pace of her heartbeat.

Behind her eyes, the scene changed from the plain white of the lights to complete darkness. The sound of the monitor stopped, complete silence settling around her.

She opened her eyes.

She was no longer in her hospital bed. She was no longer restrained.

She tried to survey her surroundings, but her head stared straight ahead.

She was lying on her side upon the concrete of the same cell her and another shared.

She didn't know his name, but she knew that he was there when she was being worked on by the doctor.

The doctor was a nice man, he had told her that he was going to fix her. Even though she didn't know what was wrong with her to begin with.

The blue eyed boy that shared her experiences would stay with her when the day was over. She tried to remember his name.

But then he disappeared. She didn't see him anymore, she was alone now.

But the doctor had given her good news. She was going to be cured soon. He said he was close.

The scene changed. She was no longer lying on the floor, another memory forming before her.

Pain.

Lightning.

Metal.

The doctor stood by her side.

"I've done it, my love. I've finally fixed you."

She stared ahead, her grip tight on the armrests of her throne. She felt nothing but submission.

Iola felt her heartbeat quicken again as the images started to blur together.

A black book with a red star, the doctor caressing her cheek and the horrid nicknames that spilled from his lips, the blue eyed boy that she had shared her cell with, her partner.

"We must get to Italy, we need to get to my lab."

The Voin stood beside Zola on the train as it raced towards their destination. There was a thud on the ceiling. The two snapped their heads above, fear settling on the doctors face.

"Take them out, protect me, my love."

The Voin simply stepped out from the doctors compartment and made her way towards the intruders.

She could hear her pulse thumping in her ears. These were memories. Memories that she had so desperately wanted, but now she wished she wasn't remembering at all.

The Voin awoke emerged in snow. Soviet soldiers gathered around her and started to drag her through the frost. She groggily looked down, seeing blood stain the white blanket beneath them. But it wasn't hers, it was his.

The blue eyed man. It was his blood. It was him. He was her partner for all those years. How could she ever forget those pools of compassion that he held in is gaze.

Steve walked into the room and saw her resting state. But when her heart rate monitor started to sound rapidly he raced towards her.

Before he could do anything, the girl's eyes flew open, shining purple and she gripped the sheets under her with a gasp. The purple glow disappeared as quickly as it showed.

Her breaths were deep and wheezy. Steve reached out to try soothe her, but she caught his wrist with her free hand. His eyes widened and her grip tightened.

"What the hell did you do to me?" She roared, her eyes screaming with confusion and fear.

Steve felt the bones in his wrist begin to burn, so he spoke with haste.

"We didn't do anything, you've been out for days. We were making sure you weren't dead."

His tone was pained, despite his best efforts to conceal it.

Her grip didn't falter, nor did her gaze. That didn't answer her question.

"Who was that I saw just then? Why don't I remember names?"

She kept her tone sharp, focused entirely on the male in front of her. She didn't realise how hard she was squeezing until she heard the crack of his wrist.

Steve let out a yelp as his wrist broke, but she didn't let go. She only squeezed harder.

"Iola stop."

She turned her head towards the voice, her grip loosening slightly.

Natasha stood in the doorway of her room, eyeing the pair. Her tone was heavy, cold, much like Iola's.

Steve tried to pull his wrist from her grasp, but she only tightened her grip again. Steve let out another pained yell.

"Довольно!" She shouted. Enough!

Her tone was icy, cold, compelling. The girl immediately let go of Steve's wrist and he quickly stumbled away from her, nurturing his injured wrist.

Natasha strutted towards Iola, her gaze fixated on the blonde in front. Iola met her gaze, equally cold, but this kind of submission was familiar to her.

Steve's eyes darted between the two women staring intensely at each other, the silence so taunting it worried him.

"You won't get answers through hurting people. You know I can hurt you, so don't make me," Natasha spat, not once breaking her eye contact.

The Voin stayed silent, but the red head knew she had made her point clear.

Natasha stepped over to the side of Iola's bed and pulled a chair out from underneath the nearby desk. She placed it a few metres away from the end of the bed, placing the back of the chair towards the girl. She sat down, her legs on either side, facing her.

"What do you remember?" She spoke.

The Voin stared at her and didn't answer.

Natasha realised that her patience was going to be tested by trying to get through to the assassin, but she had time.

"Do you know where you are?"

Natasha was again met by silence. She kept her hard expression, but inside she was worried. She knew of Stark's plans to try and get through to her, most of which aren't exactly harmless.

If Iola didn't speak willingly, Tony and Bruce had ways of getting the answers they needed without her cooperation.

She sighed and pulled herself to her feet. She exchanged a glance with Steve, a silent communication signalling they should leave. The duo walked to the door.

It was then the Voin finally spoke.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance."

Natasha didn't pause or hesitate, she simply left the room with Steve in her path.