The problem

Torture and Pain

The second day was worse than the first. On day one they used a knife to cut open my skin from my elbow to my arm. Today they poured lime and lemon juices, along with salt into it. It hurt so bad I tried to scream but remembered Natasha's words. Find out (who they are/ why they are.) Find out (Where they are) Find out (weakness) then strike like a cobra. The only words I heard were Hydra. And Hail. Not in that exact order. 'Sigh' looks like another mess S.H.I.E.L.D.'s caused for me. What now? I look at Dinozzo and Mcgee they look pained from having to watch me fight against screams, bite my tongue, and keep the words from tumbling out of my mouth. I fall asleep I need the first two and then.

"We found him Madame." The man in black says to someone in the shadows. Madame? It can only be, "Good let them face the wrath of Madame Hydra!" And another person comes out of the shadows. Great bionic arm, red star. Who is this guy? "Slit his throat," She calls out pointing at McGee. No. . .

Jumping in my chair I hit the Hydra soldier on my left. Turn around and smack the other one and the chair breaks off. Getting up I run at him. Who is he? Is this the, gulp, winter soldier? The one who shot her twice in the stomach? Oh well. Some people are worth fighting for. Getting closer and throwing in a few punches I notice that he has a large dent in his arm. Looks hard. I decide I have to do it. I intrude in his head. It's empty. I do the one thing that I know how to do best. I make him black out.

Madame hydra looks at me and the rest of the hydra agents on the ground and says, "Au revoir!" Great. Freeing McGee and Dinozzo. I carry him outside just before the warehouse explodes. I look and see the Washington monument in the distance and guess where we are. Beginning a long trek across D.C. would be foolish. So we head to my apartment.