𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗘𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗲 | TFATWS [discontinued]

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

2015

"My name is Joey, I was born January 7th, 1998. My name is Joey..." It was a mantra the girl said to herself whilst she was chained to the wall like an animal. A freak. At least that's what they called her.

The blonde experiment didn't know how long it had been since the terrorist organisation known as HYDRA took her from her home, away from her family, away from normality. She assumed it was at least five years but couldn't be sure since she stopped counting after there was no more room on the walls to tally the days. There were also times where she spent days unconscious not being able to mark the walls making it completely unreliable.

Banging echoed down the hall but the girl didn't look up from her curled up position. The only sound that she constantly registered was the rumble of her stomach which churned for something to eat. Her back constantly ached due to the chains, occasionally when she shifted the chains would rattle and her blue eyes would glance up at the cell door fearfully. Even the slightest sound could anger the guards who liked to talk as if she didn't understand them.

The hallway grew louder as shouting and gunshots occurred. Slowly, tears formed in her eyes and she let out a sigh. Maybe this was it, she thought to herself. Maybe this was the day she died. It wasn't exactly an unwelcome thought, sadly it had come to the seventeen year olds head more often than not. Every time they tied her down, gagged her to muffle her screams, injected her with unknown substances which led to growths.

But to Joey, death just seemed like the easy option. It was just so tiring, so tiring, to be tortured both physically and mentally daily. Sadly, the girl didn't have any fight left in her but perhaps if she had been given some hope she wouldn't be as downhearted. But heroes never came for her, she was never rescued, she was never saved.

The sounds of fighting increased, it was right outside her door and Joey couldn't decide whether to feel scared on relieved. She decided both was a good option.

Her door - if you could even call it that - was broken down with a slam, it echoed in the room. For a moment the blonde was still watching the door which now laid flat in front of the door. A large male figure appeared in the doorway, distinctly holding a metal plate which was painted red, white and blue. As the man took a step forward so the one light which dangled from the ceiling shined on his face, immediately she pushed herself further into the wall. Chains rattling attracting his attention.

His eyes grew wide at the scared teenager pressed against the wall. Steve Rodgers gulped looking her over, he hesitated before raising his hand to his ear.

"Stark, no sign of the sceptre but I'm gonna need some assistance." Joey couldn't hear the response but she assumed there was one since the man in the tight suit nodded small, like he didn't even mean to. He wasn't dressed like HYDRA, the man wasn't covered in black and carrying the electric stick which they used to control her. To say the least she hated those rods.