An Explanation

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TW: torture, sadness, a small mention of slight sexual harassment kind of, blood, death, and acid burns.

"Hello, my name's Carol."

1st Person POV (Alexandrya)

"Carol? What are you doing here?" Clint asked as he walked into the room.

"Well, Fury contacted me saying Ross told him that a HYDRA assassin escaped and you guys needed my help to find her." She said as she surveyed the room. Her eyes landed on me once more.

"It's you. You're the escapee. You better have a good explanation as to why you're just standing there with no cuffs or anything." She said forcefully and I gulped. I felt Bucky place a comforting hand on my arm.

"Explanation? OH, an explanation explanation." I said panicked and then mentally slapped myself. I sounded so stupid. The blonde, Carol, raised an eyebrow at me. I took a deep breath. 

"Explanation time, here we go. One, none of it was by choice. HYDRA tortured me and forced me to work for them. Two, I'm here because Barnes is my best friend and the one person in HYDRA who kept me sane. Three, did you know you're really hot?" I froze. I actually just said that out loud.

"I'm so so sorry. I did not mean to -" I was cut off by her laughing. 

"Don't worry about it, I'm flattered by your unintentional compliment." She said, winking at me. Then her smile faltered and she said

"Did you say they tortured you?" I looked down and nodded. 

"I didn't want to kill anyone. I don't like hurting people." I whispered, still looking at the floor. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Assuming it was Bucky, I reached up with my other hand and gently patted it, signaling I was okay even though I wasn't. 

But when I touched it, I realized it wasn't Bucky. Looking up, I saw that it was Carol. She just gave me a soft smile and asked

"Is it okay with you if I give you a hug?" I just nodded. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. I carefully brought my arms up around her and embraced her back. Her hand brushed past my wing and I gasped as a new memory forced itself back to the surface.

~~Flashback to that memory~~

His hands were running up and down my wings.

"Oh, darling, what shall I do with you. You know I have to punish you. Trying to escape?" His hands gripped my hair and pulled my face up. I kept my eyes lowered.

"LOOK AT ME! DO I LOOK HAPPY?!" Doctor's face was twisted with rage.

"N-no sir." I whispered, making sure to meet his eyes.

He slammed my face back down onto the table, and I winced in pain as I felt my nose break.

"You think that just because you have wings means you can fly wherever you want? Well, you can't. Did you forget that you belong to me? What if I cut them off?" Suddenly a blade pressed against the base of my wings. 

"P-please leave my wings. I-i'll do anything. Please" I begged. The blade was removed. 

"Very well. You have one chance." Doctor left the room, leaving me naked and chained to the table.

He came back, dragging a struggling girl behind him. She was gagged, her wrists chained behind her. I watched as he chained her to a wall before walking over to me. He handed me a dagger and said

"It's her or your wings." I could never kill a child, but I grabbed the dagger anyways. Then she looked up at me. It was a little girl, no older than 7. Tears filled her eyes as she saw the blade in my hand.

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