𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗣𝗧; 𝟭

11 months

I have been sitting in this place for 11 months, getting tortured and experimented on. I already know I'm cool and awesome and the ideal hero, but, HYDRA didn't have to take me away like this. I'm slightly offended that they are just now picking back up from where they started with me. When was it? 1911 they did this to me?

The door to the dull gray concrete room opened and in came a man with a metal cart covered in syringes and bags begging to be filled with my blood. "Hello, Doctor" I spoke to him in German, Seeing as it's the only thing this dimwit can understand. "How is my number 1 subject doing?" He asked in his native language as he began to attach the parts on the cart together.

I shuffled on the hard, cold ground, "Well, I'm finally getting sick of this place." I shrugged as my eyes trailed over to the open door and back over to my tormentor. I ran my hand over the bump on my bare shoulder, Of course, That's the tracker. "You're probably gonna try and escape then, aren't you?" He asked in his thick accent with his back faced towards me. "Oh no, Don't get me wrong, It's been fun and all with you guys torturing me." I rolled my eyes

Before he could respond I snook up behind him and picked up a syringe from the cart, quickly plunging it into his jugular. I pulled it out and let his corpse fall to the ground in front of me. I dropped the syringe and walked out the door. I looked both ways down the empty hall, absolutely no one was there. They really trust me? No way. I walked down the hall and passed the room I had been tortured 10 hours a day in the past almost year.

As soon as I turned the corner of the hallway I was greeted with red dots pointed at me, a couple pointed into my eyes. "Hey! My forehead is up here" I barked in German at the agent who pointed their heavy gun at my eyes unlike the others that pointed their guns at my head. The agent fixed their mistake and I looked around at the agents that surrounded me. Before I knew it even more HYDRA agents flooded down the other side of the hallway, completely surrounding me.

"Well, Come on now! Shoot me you wankers!" I boomed, My voice echoed down the halls. They didn't hesitate to shoot, bullets bounced off my skin by the bucket. When all the firing stopped I looked around, "Wow, Look at you all! You all took orders from me, with no hesitation! You call yourself HYDRA agents?" I sarcastically scolded them. "Well, I guess it is just my turn" I sighed as none of them spoke. I then quickly grabbed a grenade off the vest of an agent, Jumped onto their shoulders and jumped up into the air and grabbed onto a vent on the ceiling.

One side of the vent door came undone and I pulled myself up into the metal tunnel. The agents yelled after me, These guys are so slow. These vents are big, Big enough for me to crawl on my hands and knees. I swiftly crawled to the corner of the vent as an agent poked their head into the vent, I pulled the clip from the grenade and threw it at their chest, It hit their chest and went down into the hallway. I crawled farther down the vents.

A big boom echoed down the vents, I could already tell my eardrums ripped, didn't have to know from the quick surge of pain that rippled through my head. I stopped on top of a vent door and looked down to see a man speak German into a device as he looked at a bunch of monitors that showed different places around the laboratory. I placed my hands inside the vent and used my legs to kick the door off, I swung out and kicked the man, he dropped the device.

I took the device from the ground as I sat on the mans back and spoke into it, "Surprise" I spoke before throwing the device at the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces, I looked down at the man I sat on. The man was begging and crying for his life, I ignored his pitiful pleads and reached up to his desk in front of the monitors and grabbed a pen. Killing someone is never easy, Especially when they cry, no matter how much bad they have done. So I have to just imagine their someone or something that I don't like or have hurt me.

I forced the pen into the back of the mans head, his cry stopped and his body stopped moving from under me. What if he had kids? Those poor things, what if he was just really sweet? He didn't actually even hurt me, He was just scared. But at the same time, He worked for HYDRA.And what if he was a pedophile? Yeah. A pedophile. That makes me feel a lot better about what I just did. I stood up from his body and was about to walk out the door when I noticed a whole file cabinet labeled with my birth name. I walked over to it and checked it out, and geez.

They had records on everything about me, any pet I had, and friend I had, anything I purchased or sold, anyone I slept with, any villains I fought, these guys were serious stalkers. They knew more about me than me. These guys had records of me from before I even got my abilities. How distasteful. I looked around the room and spotted a black backpack, I quickly emptied it and threw as many files as I could in there. I need more bags.

I set the backpack on-top of the cabinet and walked out the room, this place probably has an armory or something. I walked down the quiet halls, I finally reached a room with guns on the walls, boxes of ammo, and armor in big cardboard boxes. I found two duffel bags and brought them back to the room and finished taking all of their records on me. I put the backpack on and grabbed the two bags and walked to the exit of the sanctuary.

HYDRA had a special base, just for me, and they still didn't put enough security. Damn. I opened the door and was instantly met nothing but mountains and snow. Shit. I shut the door and set everything down. I looked down at my attire, A blue sweatshirt and baggy jeans, no way I'm walking through that shit. I have no shoes either, It a death wish. Maybe I can call someone to pick me up, like a kid at a sleepover. Perfect.

Who do I even call? Do I know anyone with a jet, plane, helicopter, anything? Well, There's my fling of 2001. But he wouldn't remember me, But there's also...NO!

But he is my only option, and probably the only one who would actually send someone out for me. I looked over at the phone on the wall and sighed through my nose. I walked over and dialed in the number of my rescuer. I picked the phone up and waited a few seconds before he picked up.

"Who is this?" He asked in his serious American accent, "Hey, It's Madison, Madison Click. I'm kinda stuck by myself with a bunch of dead HYDRA agents and need someone to pick me up." I explained, I was shaking a little as I twisted the extension cord around my finger, he could probably tell Im nervous. Like I could tell he was a bit pissed.