Sunshadow

Who got shot

God, that hurt. It was like her head had been bashed in with a snow shovel. She sat up, wincing at the bright light in her eyes.

Wait, was she hungover?

She tried to remember something to call out, a name, something that would mean something, but there was nothing. Not even her own name.

Shit, where even was she? How did she get here? Who was she?

Okay, okay, calm down. Someone would help her. Someone would know who she was. Someone had to.

She stood up, the pain gone, and walked around the small room. It was all grey, apart from the bright white light on the ceiling. There was a measly thin bed, that she had woken up on, and a small table. The table could be moved next to the bed, probably to eat.

There was a buzz from the door, and then a voice rang through the covered steel window.

"Please keep calm, Agent Moonface. Everything will become clear in time."

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"We need to find her. We can't let them have her!" Bucky yelled to no one in particular.

"Calm down, Buck, we can't rush into this. If we do they will just capture us, and then it'll be even worse." Steve reasoned, calming him from behind.

"I CAN'T LOSE HER AS WELL." He spun around to face his best friend. "I've lost everyone, even you Steve, and she's all I have left. I thought I'd lost her before, but she came back. She always comes back, she just needs a little help." He slumped down with his back to the wall, muttering that she just needs some help.

He would get her back. Again.

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"Hello, Kiki." A man was sat in front of her. He looked vaguely familiar, not like she had met him but like she had met someone like him. Was that her name? Kiki?

"The memory wipe will wear off in a minute. Obviously, when we put you back in that room it will wipe it again, but I want to talk with you first. Let's see what you say this time." Said the familiar man.

What did he mean 'this time'? Had she done this before?

He laughed. "I can see the confusion on your face, Kiki. Yes, we have done this before. This is about the, hm, 10thtime we've been through this. Every time so far you have tried to run away. That is not what we want. Don't do that this time, huh?" Everything was starting to come back to her. Not the past times this had happened, but thing from before. Names flashed around in her head. Sol, Lee, Steve, Bucky, Nova, Rosa, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

Why Bucky so many times?

Oh, right.

"I am going to find a way to kill you, sister of death. I will kill you for my brother." So that was who he looked like.

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There were three of them going. Three to reclaim Kiki.

Steve had refused any more, since if it went downhill they couldn't lose any more people.

But they would get her back. They would.

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Gabriel's brother laughed as he watched her figure it out.

"My name is Marx. I don't believe we ever met, or remember it. I know you remember my brother, Gabriel. At least I would hope so. You did kill him." He leaned back in his seat. "Take her back to her cell. And leave the gas off. Let her think this over."

That was his mistake.

Since she had thought of his identity, she had realised where she was. As soon as she got back to her cell, she could talk to the little shape that had been going around the base, feeding her dreams with information about the level under the mountain.

As they threw her back into the small room, her eyes glowed.

"Hello." She said softly.

"This is new," the shadow replied. "He has never let you remember in the cell. We can use this."

"Do you have a plan?"

"Of course."

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They went down. Down and down and down and down.

No one said anything.

They had no idea where they were going, nor what they were doing, but they would find her.

They would save her.

The lift doors opened, and outside stood about 30 soldiers pointing guns at them, led by a man who looked remarkably like Gabriel Whitehall.

"Surprise."

And then they fired.

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She was jolted out of her slumber by Marx's voice.

"Wakey wakey, Kiki. There's someone on the screen for you."

What screen? She thought, but then the light projected a hologram facing her. She noticed it was a live feed by the numbers at the bottom of the picture. She could see three people, and she sat up to see their faces.

Oh no.

No.

It was Sola, Rosa and Bucky, dead.