Who The Hell Are You - CA Winter Soldier

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I have covid so I guess its a good time to write some chapters.

This is mostly just a filler chapter, its just Natasha lll in interrogation in the SHEILD headquarters, its her point of view while Steve, Nat and Sam figure out Fury is alive.

I sit in the truck with my hands cuffed behind my back. They're normal ones so I could possibly break out of them with some force, my grandfather showed me my strength and my grandmother showed me my abilities. Meaning I could pick the lock if I had something small and thin.

I move my hands around the seat quietly, the blood loss started getting to me not long ago and the adrenalin wore off. So now I can feel the blood leaving me, the pain and my pulse racing when I realise I cant find anything to pick the lock with.

I have a few mental health issues, one of them being Panic Attacks. Which I'm now experiencing. Yes, ive most likely delt with worse but I'm still human... sorta.

I breath heavily, continueing to try and find something to let me free. Nothing helps me and I'm starting to get odd looks from the agents in the truck with me. The blood loss makes me dizzy and I start to see black dots.

Im so out of it that I bearly register the words being spoken by one of the agents. The truck has stopped so im sure we're at the SHEILD base.

Theres a ringing noise in my head and my vision goes foggy.

Anything thats being spoken to me is muffled, I cant think straight.

I bearly notice that I'm being dragged out of the truck and thrown over someones shoulder. Their foot steps echo in my head, I feel a solid back and a gun holister digging into my stomatch.

Before i know it, i pass out while the agent is carrying me.

* * *

Theres a loud creak of metal scratching against the floor, making me lift my head while I'm still in a dazed state.

Most things are still blury, but I see the outline of someone walking towards me.

My vision fades in and out as I slowly wake up from uncinciousness. The figure pulls out a chair, then its black.

When my vision comes back for the final time, theres only the slight mist of blurriness.

Its Alexander Peirce. One of the directors of SHEILD, well I suppose HYDRA. He has a smug smirk on his face and hes dressed very business-y.

I just sit, silently glaring at him. He places a folder onto the table that we are sat at.

He opens the folder that has a few pictures of me, none are of me in the open but its obvious I've been spotted.

"We dont know who you are" he starts his rant. "For the past two years we have caught glimpses of you. Before that, theres nothing about you."

Bloody well better not be anything about me. When I first started what im doing, my grandparents erased me from all databases, basically history its self.

Im a ghost.

"So?" I ask.

"So, we want to know who you are." His rough voice echos off the walls of the metal room we are in.

"Whatll you do if I dont tell you anything?"

He doesnt need to reply, I can see it in his eyes that he knows that I know what hell do.

Not many people come out the same after it, just take Barnes as an example. He was a kid in the Army seventy years ago. Now hes an unstoppable killing machine. Brainwashed into thinking thats all he is. He cant even think for himself when hell go to the god damned bathroom.

Peirce and I have an ever lasting death stare match. Honestly, hes not that intimidating.

He stands from his chair after a few minutes, fixing his tie then walking out the door.

"Adios" I call out to him, the door just slams shut once hes gone.

I sit with my own thoughts, staring down at my lap.

I blink when I see it. Ive been so distracted to notice, they bandadged up my leg. Explains why I'm still alive.

I hear a scream from down the hallway. I guess this place isnt very sound proof. Its a male for sure, probably the Winter Soldier. I cringe at the sound, poor guy.

* * *

Its been a couple hours since anybody has came into the room. Which was Perice just for the short interogation.

The only sound in there is the clock above the mirror, most likely a two way mirror, that ticks every second.

I dont think anybody is comming for me so I suppose I need to get out of this myself.

Im not cuffed to the chair but my hands are still cuffed behind my back. I pull my wrists away from eachother, succesfully breaking the hand cuffs with some force.

I keep them behind my back though, time for the next part of my plan.

"HEY. OI. SOMEBODY! I need to use the bathroom!"

After a few minutes nobody shows up.

"Im gonna piss on your floors if you dont come in here!"

The door opens revealing one of the masked agents. Their holding one of those big guns, a few straps on him with smaller guns around and a few knives.

I stand up out of my chair and walk over to him.

"Took you long enough." I continue to hold my hands behind my back, waitng for the right moment.

We get to a hallway that has ventelation in the roof. Thisll do.

I turn on my heal and lunge at the agent thats with me. He dodges, but too slow. I grab the gun and twist it in his hands, pulling the trigger. Killing him.

I take the gun off of him, his smaller guns and his knives. They all fit into my own holisters and straps.

I jump up and climb into the vent. I watch down below while other agents run past in search of me.

And now to find my way out of here.