Shadows of the Past

Part 49

Warnings :: Torture (not graphic), imprisonment, mild blood, depressing thoughts, fighting, stabbing, bullet wound

(Y/N POV)
You open your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright lights of the room. You try to remember if it is the twelfth or thirteenth time you've woken up here but you aren't sure. It doesn't matter anyway, you think to yourself. You can't tell if you wake up after only a few hours, a whole day or even a few days.

In the beginning, you had tried to keep track of the number of days based on when they brought you food but even that was unhelpful. Food was sent in seemingly at random and the meal, if you could call it that, was always the same. You couldn't tell if it was breakfast, lunch or dinner but it was always a cup of water, 2 slices of bread and a small piece of meat.

One thing you did notice was a change in how the experiments were performed on you and you weren't sure that was a good thing. You had only seen Pierce once and after the first two injections, Marc had stopped showing up in your room entirely. You saw him one more time, in the lab when they gave you a third injection of the serum. You assumed that you were progressing well enough to not need more since they hadn't taken you to the lab recently. You wondered how much longer could they perform the same tests on you, how many more days would they need you?

They hadn't started any of the mind control tactics they had perfected with Bucky and that left you with only one conclusion... Once they had finished gathering their data, they would most likely kill you.

You closed your eyes tight and tried to push that thought from your mind. You knew Loki would never give up looking for you but it was hard to stay hopeful that he and the team would find you in time. Sometimes when you first woke up, before you remembered where you were, you could almost imagine he was laying in bed next to you. You could hear his steady heartbeat and feel his arms around you but it never latest more than a few seconds. You didn't want to admit to yourself how afraid you were that would never see him, touch him or kiss him again.

After what you think is about half an hour of being awake you hear the familiar sound of the keypad and the door unlocking. The door opens and a guard walks in followed by one of the three scientists who have been monitoring you. She stands on your right side and records your vitals from the monitor onto her tablet, then puts it aside to examine how your various wounds are healing.

No matter how many times they did this, you were still always surprised to see the progress. The smaller cuts and bruises they inflicted healed fairly quickly, often times leaving no trace by the next time you were examined. Even the larger injuries were healing at a rate that shocked you.

You tried your best not to let your feelings show when they were in the room. You didn't want them to think you were clear headed and aware of what was going on. Your hope was that they would think whatever drugs they were using to knock you out constantly were also slowing down your reactions and your ability to focus. Much to your surprise, it seemed to be working.

There used to be two guards for each scientist but lately they had been sending only one. When the guard was there, you notice they would now stay by the door instead of hovering over the scientist for protection. Even the scientists seemed to be less concerned you were a threat, often times removing your restraints for the length of the exam.

You look up at her, keeping your eyes half closed as she takes the restraint off one of your hands. The scientist turns your arm over so she can examine your most recent injury. The one who was here previously had instructed the guard to twist your forearm until he cracked the bones. You had bitten your tongue and squeezed your eyes as tightly shut as possible to keep from screaming. You learned early on which guards liked to hear you scream and you never wanted to give them that satisfaction again.

You watch her face as she studies your arm, not paying any attention to you which is exactly what you were hoping for. She finishes studying your arm and continues to move onto your other, more minor injuries. When she leans forward to take the restraint off your other arm, you carefully reach into her lab coat pocket and take out the pen that is sticking out slightly.

Its now or never, you decide as you grab the pen tightly in your hand and wait for her to lean back. As soon as she does you sit up quickly and jam the pen as hard as you can into her chest. She screams loudly as she staggers back then falls to the ground, trying to stop the bleeding. You reach down and free your legs from the restraints while the guard pushes the red button next to the door. You can see red lights flashing from the under the door and an alarm starts to blare loudly. He then charges at you but you climb off the bed quickly, causing him to only grab the sheets.

You turn and run straight for the door but just as you are about to open it he grabs you from behind and throws you to the ground. You kick out and break free easily, punching him in the midsection as he tries to get up. The door swings open and two move guards rush in, guns drawn but you don't stop. You are quicker than you have even been, and you charge the one on the left before either can get a shot off.

You grab the arm of the guard on the left and when he fires you pull his arm to the side, causing him to shoot the other guard in the leg. The guard on the right falls to his knees but still points his gun up at you. You kick the gun from his hand and then you kick him in the side of the head. He slides to the ground unconscious. You turn your attention back to the other guard just as he fires another round, narrowly missing you. He curses but before he can fire again you get your hand on the gun, he tries to pull it back but you are stronger. With one solid yank, you free it from his grasp and shoot him in the shoulder. He lands hard on his back, holding his shoulder tightly.

The first guard gets up, holding his side and staggering towards you with a knife in his other hand. You aim the gun towards him but it misfires so you throw it to the side, not wanting to waste time. He slashes at you but you block his attacks and land several punches to his face and chest. He takes a step back and rushes you again but you side step him and grab him from behind, your arm around his neck. You bring him to his knees and let go after he has stopped fighting back.

Finally, all three guards are down. You take his knife and the gun off the guard by the door and try to brace yourself for more fighting. You take a deep breath and listen but all you can hear is the sound of the alarm. You close your eyes and pray one more time that Loki would appear. After a few seconds of calm, you open the door to the room and come face to face with Marc.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks with a wicked grin.

Before you can even think, you hear a loud bang and a tearing feeling in your chest. You look down and see blood running down the front of your shirt. You stagger backwards into the room, putting your hand over the bullet wound as you try and catch your breath. You cough hard and blood comes up, you take another step back and trip, landing hard on the ground.

"I guess now we will find out if you can heal from being shot, won't we?" he asks as he stands over you.