A Little Calm...

The Power Broker

Start A War - Klergy

*Y/n's POV*

When you wake up, the room is cold. Not as cold as the metal pressing against your back, but it's enough to bring you round quite quickly as you try to focus on the shadowy figure in front of you.

Figure
"Finally, you're awake. Sorry about the chloroform and the whole, apartment trashing thing. But we had to leave a little incentive to start them off."

Y/n
"Who the hell are you? Where am I? What do you want from me? And wh-"

Figure
"Euph, so many questions! Give me a chance why don't you?"

As she speaks, you hear the low clicks of her boots on the floor, drawing eerily closer to you. You angle your head away but fix your gaze on the shadow, preparing for the identity of your captor.
When she reaches the circle of light that's being shed from the single bulb above your head, she's close enough to grasp the arms of your chair. Leaning over you, her blonde locks dangle on your chest, almost tormenting you over the positions of power.
She finally settled her hands on your wrists which you now notice are firmly restrained on the chair. Looking down at the rest of your body, you see that all your limbs and torso are buckled under leather straps. Your clothes have been replaced by black, matching tank top and shorts. It seems like a cross between sports gear and hospital clothes.

Figure
"Oh Yh, the restraints are for obvious reasons. You pulled quite a number on one of my guys, 8 stitches! The clothes are just more convenient. Better access to veins and so forth."

Y/n
"I'll ask again. Who, are you?"

Figure
"You don't know me?"

Y/n
"Should I?"

Figure
"Oh now that hurts my feelings. America's dream team never mentioned me? We even met once!"

You give her a puzzled look, showing that you still have no idea who she is.

Sharon
"My name is Sharon Carter. I'm an old friend of your beau."

You give more of a sly look now that you recognise the name.

Y/n
"You're the one who went off the grid. You helped them with the flag smasher situation."

Sharon
"Well, sort of. Really? That's all he said?"

Y/n
"Wait, weren't you pardoned? Bucky said you got reinstated."

Sharon
"So they do talk about me... that's cute."

You squint at her attempt to antagonise you. She can tell that it got to you a little, so she smiles smugly before backing off. Pulling a rolling stool between her legs, she begins to explain some more of why you're there.

Sharon
"You're here, because your buddy Cap took something of mine. And I want it back."

Y/n
"I'm touched. But what does that have to do with me?"

Sharon
"You're my leverage dumbass. I doubt Bucky will let Sam get too far with my cargo if your life is on the line."

Y/n
"So what, I'm just supposed to stay tied to a chair until they give you what you want?"

Sharon
"I am so glad you asked."

Being Evil Has A Price - Heavy Young Heathens

Smiling at you maniacally, she rolls back towards the frosted glass doors. She uses her fist to bang on the door twice. A few seconds later, two shadows cross the length of the wall and stop briefly in front of the metal crease between two sets of hinges. The high pitched beeps of a coded lock faintly sound before the door opens and two men walk in. One of them has a lab coat and tie on, whilst the other is strapped in black with various weapons held close to his body.

Sharon
"These two lovely gentlemen, will be testing out some of the hottest new merchandise fresh off the black market."

You follow the men with your eyes as they start setting up various equipment. From what you can tell, there's a few sets of syringes, some wired patches that you assume are monitoring something about you, and other various medical tools. Scalpels and so forth.

Y/n
"What merchandise?"

Sharon
"Well as you know, someone successfully replicated the super soldier serum recently-"

Y/n
"Don't tell me you're about to-"

Sharon
"Oh for god sakes, of course not! I just said it was successful so why would I still be testing it on you?"

You turn your gaze back to her with a sour look in your eyes.

Sharon
"I actually have a more interesting cocktail for you to try today. You see whilst they may not be public, there are enhanced beings all around us. It's everyone's dream to be the next superhero, so why not put a price tag on it?"

She then gets up from her chair and walks over to the table the two men now stand behind.

Sharon
"Now, I'm not the manufacturer, but I am the distributor. The Powerbroker."

Dramatically, she turns around and asserts a power pose, obviously proud of the name.
Your frown suddenly turns into an unimpressed smile as you snort at her self assigned nickname. In response, she drops her smug smile and picks something off of the table before storming over to your chair. Without hesitation takes your chin in one hand whilst pressing the metal object close to your jugular vein.

Sharon
"I don't think you're in a position to laugh at me. One wrong move and will let you bleed out in this chair and not even bat an eyelid."

Briefly you glance down to look at the sheen steal in her hand.

Y/n
"You know that's a pair of tweezers, right?

Sharon
"Trust me, it won't make a difference. Maybe more painful for you, but with a little brute force..."

Doomsday - Murray Gold

You stay silent, taking her threat seriously. Violently, she lets go of your face and throws the tweezers back on the table before heading towards the door.

Sharon
"Tell me when you're done with her. I wanna be there to see if it works."

She gives you one last firey look before letting the door close. When it does, you turn to look at the two men, scared of what they're there to do. Immediately, the one clad in black paces over to you, reaching for your face. You don't struggle too much as he places one hand on the top of your head and the other on the bottom of your jaw. Moving your hair out of the way, he exposes the side of your neck for the other man who approaches with a larger than expected needle.

Y/n
"What is that? What are you doing?"

Neither of them answer as you feel the deep pinch of the needle entering your tissue. Immediately the men back away from you, watching for a response. Confused and focussing on their movements, you don't even notice as your body becomes heavier, and you sink into a deep sleep.