No one Knows the beginning...

chapter 20

Peter's P.O.V

"I was told you were dead a week after I got to the red room. Whoever you saw get shot wasn't me." a lump caught in my throat at what I was hearing.

I went to say something more but a shock ripped through my skull and I remembered this pain from the day that I was brought back to hydra.

Before I could even think, I saw black.

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When I woke up it was dark and I felt the cold metal of restraints around my arms, legs, neck and torso. But what I was laying on was comfortable, I had a blanket tucked neatly against my sides and a pillow under my head.

I knew I wasn't with Hydra and that scared me more than wondering where I actually was.

My head felt heavy and my throat was dry, my entire body felt like a ton of bricks.

After what felt like forever I finally pried open my heavy eyelids and took a slow, drowsy look around the room.

I thought I had seen this room before but I'm not too sure. I have a machine hooked up to my arm that's pumping an IV I think. I noticed i was still wearing my hydra uniform though.

I began to feel really tired again and my eyes tried to close of there own accord but i held them open with everything i had.

That's when someone walked into the room, i froze and stared at the shadow standing in the doorway.

"Паук (spider)?" He walked into the small bit of light in the room and my heart sped up when I saw the winter soldier.

He must have noticed my tension because he backed away a little and I relaxed slightly.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Tired" i said, keeping my jaw locked

He chuckled, "understandable, that sleep medication was supposed to last at least another eight or so hours."

"Sleep medication?" I ask, beginning to really feel the tightness of the restraints.

He narrowed his eyebrows at me. "Y-you don't remember?"

I gave him a look, letting him know that I was confused.

He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face and looked at me with pure pity. I hated that. I've never been looked at like this by anyone other than the Winter soldier but I still hate it. It makes me feel useless, vulnerable, and weak.

"How much do you remember?" he asked.

"I remember fighting you and the avengers in a warehouse?" i accidentally said it more like a question than a statement.

His eyes widened and the colour drained from his face. "Wait what?"

I just looked at him innocently. "What's wrong?"

His jaw tensed and he quickly said, "i'll be right back"

I wriggled around a little, trying to see if I could get out of the restraints but it was useless.

When he came back in he wasn't alone, following behind him was a girl with beautiful auburn hair and was wearing tights and an oversized jumper, a man who was wearing a suit, sunglasses and had a cup of coffee in his hand and the only one other than the Winter Solider that i recognized. She claimed to be Natasha, my sister who I presumed dead.

I tried to sink into the bed but I couldn't, I felt so exposed and vulnerable.

"Tell them what you just told me." Bucky said.