The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 68: Out of Control..

"He's in here." Tony says, leading me to the same room that Loki used to be kept in, "Do not let him out."
I nod, about to open the door, "Don't let him get inside your head, either."
Inside, he sat with his back against the glass.
"Remember how you used to play board games every night?" He asks, immediately.
Obviously not.
"No." I answer, coldly.
"That's right, you can't." He chuckles.
As much as I wanted to, I couldn't beat the shit out of him. He was still in the process of being interrogated. According to Tony, they were still trying to figure out what kind of powers he had, so we can have an advantage over him.
"What do you want." I ask, trying my best not to look at him. I didn't want to look at him.
"I already told you, didn't I?" He responds.
"And you think I'd let you out of here, just like that?"
Stupid.
"Yes, I do, actually." He answers.
Why in the world would I do that?
"You know, you're so pathetically stupid to come in here alone."
"Why?"
"Well, like you just thought, the Avengers, or whatever they call themselves, are still trying to figure out what I can do!" He exclaims.
I didn't like where this was going. I had a bad feeling in my gut.
I back up, nearing the door. I should just leave. He wouldn't notice, he isn't facing toward me.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that, if I were you," He says, as I'm about to attempt to leave, "I thought my men trained you better than to disobey. Apparently not."
I could leave. So why won't I?
"What are you planning on doing?" I ask.
"Like I said, if you don't want the people you love to get hurt, simply let me out of here." He says, now standing up. Facing me.
I couldn't even look at him. I can see a foggy memory of myself looking up at him, as a child. A child who looked up to her father, and aspired to be like him. And now, it's the absolute opposite.
"I'm not letting you out." I say, standing up straight. He'd have to deal with it.
He chuckles a bit, and walks a few circles in the cell.
I don't even know why he's laughing. It's not that funny. It's not funny at all.
"I know you won't let me out, Sarah." He begins. Chills went down my spine, as he said my name. Obviously it was just my name. My name doesn't bother me. I just don't want to hear it from him.
"But the winter soldier will." He smirks.
And that's when I realized.
He wasn't going to hurt the ones I love.
I was.
He wasn't capable of doing it from the cell. But I was capable of it. I was capable of letting him out, as I hurt everyone.
"No." I mutter, as I try to open the door. Shit.
Why the hell isn't the door opening?
"I wouldn't bother. It's not going to open." He smirks.
And even though I know it won't open, I can't help but keep trying anyways. I didn't want to lose control again. I haven't lost it in so long. I couldn't lose it now. Not when everybody was here. Not when I knew exactly where Loki was. Not when the the first person the winter soldier would look for, is him.
Because I have no other choice but to admit it now.
I love him.
I love him and that's what's going to get him killed.
In defeat, I stop trying to open the door. I fall to my knees, staring at the door.
I could just open it. Then nobody would get hurt.
But I couldn't just open it. He'd probably make me hurt them either way. It was better that he stayed in a cage.
"All you have to do.. is let me go. We could avoid this." He says.
But he's lying, it's so obvious.
He's trying his best not to laugh at my own defeat.
He wouldn't let me avoid this.

He stays silent for a few moments, waiting to see if I'd change my mind.
Waiting to see if I could let him go, and then hurt everybody.
But both couldn't happen.
"Fine. Longing.." he begins.
And immediately, my head just starts pounding.
"Rusted." He chuckles.
"STOP." I shout, at the top of my lungs, as he laughs.
Maybe somebody would hear me. Maybe somebody would come to my rescue.
"Seventeen."
I cover my ears with my hands, trying to block it out. But I couldn't just block it out.
"Daybreak."
I scream, pretty loud. I started to feel myself slowly losing it.
And just like that, there's a pounding at the door. Somebody's trying to get in. I don't even know who.
"Furnace." He says, as I shout louder. The pain just kept getting worse as he went on.
"Sarah, are you in there?!" I hear someone shout. I'm pretty sure it's Clint, but I can't tell.
"Yes." I cry.
"Nine."
"Get out!" He shouts from the other side of the door.
"I- I can't." I shout.
He stops pounding on the door, but then he starts to kick it. That wouldn't do any good. The doors were basically metal.
Maybe I could open it.
I lift up my left arm, the metal one, going to punch to door. It made a slight dent, but nothing good.
How could I dent the strongest metal in the world, but not get this door to open?
"Benign." He says, as I go to punch the door again. All it does is make dents.
He kicking on the door stops, and I could hear Clint scream something.
"Home coming... one."
I was so close to losing it.
But just then, the door is literally blasted open. Tony got it open. Thank God, I wouldn't have to lose it. But I might, I was so close to losing it.
I was barely in control right now.
My head is playing tricks with me.
Tony looks down at me, seeing me panicked and in pain, and then looks back up at my father.
And then back down at me.
"Woah, woah. Don't listen to him, alright?" He says, as he realizes whats happening, "Get out of here, quickly. NOW!" He demands.
I wanted to stand up, but I could barely control my actions. I was trying to hard to not give in.
"Don't say another word!" Tony shouts at my father.
But he just smirks.
And then he chuckles as he looks at me in pain.
"Freight. Car." He says.
"God damnit." Tony mutters, under his breath.
...
Loki's POV...
I lay on the bed, as I waited for her to come back. She was taking quite a long time, but I suppose this is a large tower.
But just then, I hear her. Out of nowhere, she's shouting. Why is she shouting?
I sit up fast, a bit too fast, for it pains me terribly.
She screams again.
I have to find her. I have to help her. I can't lay here, useless. What was happening to her?
I need to stand up, I have to try.
I turn myself around, about to stand up. But it hurts, it truly does.
It was excruciating. The pain killers were barely helping.
I stand up, slowly. I wanted to help, but I didn't want to tear these stitches in the process.
But as I stand up, I stumble. I stumble to the wall, as I try to keep myself up. But the pain kicks in as I even stand, and I fall again. This time, nobody is there to catch me.
I don't think the stitches tore. I hope they didn't.
But I needed to get up again, I couldn't just stay here as she continued to shout. Her screaming was like nails on a chalkboard to me. It hurt me.
But I'm too weak to stand back up again.
So I crawl. I crawl with all of my effort to make it to the door. The door wasn't closed, considering she thought she was going to come back quickly.
Filled with pain, I stop crawling. I didn't even know where she was. All I could do is try and follow her shouts, and that's a terrible way to find someone. Through their pain.
I wanted to find her. But I just couldn't. I was too weak to even stand back up. I can just lay here, hoping somebody will find me.
...
Third person POV....
"Hey, kid, calm down." Tony says, as Sarah stands up. But it wasn't really her anymore. It was a winter soldier.
Hurt the ones you love.. but first, let me out of here.... Sarah heard in her head.
She has to. Why wouldn't she do it? It's an order, not a choice. She quickly walks over to the weird control panel, and opens up the cage thing.
He chuckles as he walks out.
Now, go. Cause chaos. Cause pain. Go hurt them, the ones you love.
So she goes. She pushes Tony and Clint out of the way. She didn't love them. Not in any way. It was just some sort of friendship, not any type of love.
She only loved three people. Two friendships, she loved dearly. And one love. One true love.
But the winter soldier didn't love anyone, apparently. It was just who Sarah loved.
The winter soldier followed every order, coming from the person who triggered her. She didn't have a choice. She wasn't made in a way that she could choose. But if he says to do it, then it must be right.