MISSING ||Bucky Barnes||

13

All Sandra could remember after that moment was complete darkness. But as she began to regain her vision, she noticed she was in a cement room tied down to an examination table. Surrounding her were men in white lab coats.

As she began to move around to try and break free, she found it to be a complete waste of time.

"No moving or the pain will only be worse." The same woman from earlier said as she entered the room. "Now, Miss Rogers, here's how this is going to work." She began.

Sandra groaned and cut her off. "I'm done working for you fools. I told you, once Brandon and I ended, so did my faith in making this operation a good thing." She said, "now I'd rather not have a bunch of men staring at me strapped down to a table in just my bra and underwear."

The woman shooed the men away, adjusting the table Sandra was on to sit her up straight. "Agent Rogers, your our key to total disaster." The woman said, "and I know how much you've always craved for destruction."

Sandra grunted. "That was before I got myself away from the psychopaths running this organization." She said, "you guys brainwashed me into thinking destruction was the key to winning, even though no one here was alive during my prime years of hydra."

The woman laughed. "Yes, I know. It's such a shame we couldn't witness Sandra Rogers turn to an undercover agent of hydra, betraying her country and anyone who knew and loved her." She said, "sure, it was only about two years of your dedication, but that gave us the key to your inventions, your serums, and more importantly... your identity. Sure, your run away act was a good distraction, but hydra never gives up."

"Why am I here." Sandra demanded.

The woman smirked. "See that tube? It's removing every ounce of that serum you took out of your body. A worthy hydra operative with receive it, then use it against you." She said, the evil smirk never leaving her face. "Then, your going to suffer a painful death."

"Good." Sandra said. "Death has been on this wishlist of mine."

"Wait what?" The woman asked, "if it has been, why haven't you done it yet."

She was falling for Sandra's trap. "Well I have many blueprints still out there I need to retrieve. I cant let those fall into the wrong hands." Sandra said, "then, I cant have the avengers knowing about my old plans, so I'd have to take care of them too."

"You cant fool me, Rogers." The woman said. "I'm too smart for you to fool. Increase the intensity!" She called out.

Out of no where, it felt like the literal life was being sucked out of Sandra. She could hardly keep her eyes open as her body felt weaker and weaker with no way of healing.

"I-if you want me to have a painful death, then just leave me here to slowly die." She called out, just hardly seeing the smirk of the woman.

"Yes, I like that idea." The woman said, "but first, how about a little message to brother dearest, yes?"

Sandra shook her head. "He'll just ignore it. Send it to someone who cares." She said, "oh wait, no one does."

The woman laughed. "Wow Rogers, you really are miserable." She said, "but a message won't hurt, right?"

Once she received no response due to Sandra completely passing out, she took out a cellphone and snapped a photo of the girl. Her body was slouched over while blood, bruises, and old scars covered her once smooth skin.

She sent the photo to Steve and wanted to taunt him even more. 24 hours or she's dead. Times ticking. She wrote in the message box, hitting send immediately after.

"Get ready boys, we're expecting company."

- - -

Steve was woken from his sleep at around 10am to the sound of Bucky barging into his room. He looked at Bucky, noticing his phone was in his hand.

"What buck." He groaned, sitting up and looking at his friend.

Bucky tossed Steve the phone, causing Steve to look at him for a second. Bucky's entire facial expression was laced with worry and pure anger. "Look." Bucky said, pointing to the phone Steve held. "You forgot your phone in the meeting room and got a message."

Steve sighed. "It's probably just Sandra yell-" he stopped once his eyes landed on the message. "Holy shit." He said, staring at the photo of his sister; who looked practically dead.

"Friday tell everyone to suit up, we've got a rescue mission on our hands." Steve said, standing up and putting on his suit. "We're going to give them hell. Then, sandy's in major trouble."

Bucky nodded, leaving the room and going to his own to get ready.

Operation saving sandy was a go.