No mercy, A child of war.

Chapter 4

I looked up at the bright light of my cell as I leaned my head against the glass. It's been 4 days now, Since The Avengers locked me in here. And honestly, I feel nothing, I deserve it, and I deserve even more and worse.

to my surprise they haven't tried to torture or get information out of me, like I thought they would be. But They've given me a cot, With a blanket and pillow to sleep on. though I haven't used it, I don't deserve it, I don't even deserve the Floor.

Miss Maximoff Has brought me all Of my meals, Though I haven't touched them Either. I don't Deserve to eat,  None after everything that I have done.

She tries to start conversation with me when she does bring them, Or when she comes to get the steel full plates she left hours earlier, But she gives up after a few minutes When I don't say anything back.

I don't understand why they do not let me just rot in here? I don't deserve food, I don't deserve anything, I've done nothing good, And I tried to kill them.

I've only gotten a few hours of sleep each night, every time I close my eyes A memory of my training which is more like a nightmare than anything else, awakes me.

I've tried not to think about Any of my memories to no prevail, But who am I not remember the faces of those with whom I've killed?
I have no right to not remember them, or of the Pain and Torture I have been through.

For the rest I shall live-which, hopefully, is it long. I will have these memories forever imprinted in my mind, even if I try to forget them I will never, I have an unforgettable memory, So my mind will never let me But I don't want to, I deserve to be forced to see them, I deserve not to eat, I deserve not to sleep comfortably or be free of the torment that is my mind. I deserve nothing but torture, pain, agony, the same of which I have caused so many. only I deserve more..far more,

It is not fair To those that are gone because of me that I sit here, breathe and live on. So I deserve to sit here and die a slow, And painful Death.
But a death of starvation will not compare to that I have done to so many, I deserve worse, But if this is the way I go then so be it, and I will face my true punishment in the afterif, if there is one.

I heard doors open, and I turned to see  miss Maximoff Walking towards the cell with a plate of food. "oh good, You're up!" She smiled. "I've brought you breakfast,"

I looked at her then at the food and turned away, I don't understand why she keeps bringing me food? I don't deserve it, I don't want it.

I heard her make a sound, Then a small door opened on the cell and she slid the food in, Then stood there and stared at me. And after a few seconds of silence She spoke,

"Why haven't you eaten?" Her voice was soft, And with what sounded like a hint of concern, But That can't be.

I continued to Stare away from her, Not saying anything.

I just want to sit here, and rot.
I don't want to Make conversation, I don't want to eat, I don't want to sleep comfortably, I just want to Di-

"Why?" Her voice caught my attention, and I forgot that she can read minds.

why? Why, because I deserve to,

"And why is that?" She tilted her head in confusion.

Is she serious? Why?

"Why do you want to Starve yourself?"  Her voice was a bit firmer this time.

Many reasons,

"Such as?"

I looked at her for a few seconds, then turned away And stop thinking. And after what felt like a few minutes she sighed, Then walked Out of the doors she came in.