I'm aware of movement around me, soft voices speaking as though they don't want to wake me. "Any updates on who she is?" one voice asks, another replied with a sigh. "I've searched everywhere, run prints, blood, facial. Nothing. She's a ghost. I'm waiting on Barnes getting back so that we can ask him." I knew that voice, Black Widow, Hydra had footage of her and the other Widows. Barnes? The name sounded familiar. The first voice spoke again, I didn't know who it was but he sounded concerned for me. Why? "Well, keep looking. Someone has to be looking for her, she's someone's daughter, Natasha.. We can keep her sedated until Tony and the others finish updating Fury then we will figure out what to do from there." the conversation continued but it became distant as the pair left the room.
I laid still for several more moments, mostly to make sure I was alone but also this bed was super comfortable, better than anything Hydra had ever provided me. I stretched my hands over the sheets, feeling the softness beneath my calloused fingers.
Focus!
The word filtered through my mind, forcing my eyes open. I looked up at the white ceiling and wondered briefly why their cells were so nice. It was only after I sat up and truly assessed my surroundings did I realise that I was in their medical bay. Why wasn't I locked up? Were they dumb? Or did they not see me as a threat.. either way, big mistake. There were wires attached to me that were connected to a monitor, watching my vitals. I pulled them off quickly, not wanting them to alert anyone to my activities. I paused as I eyed the IV drip in my hand, memories flashed in my mind of Hydra sliding an IV into my hand, the liquid burning as it courses through my body, shaking away the memory I pulled it out and slipped off the bed, turning to the door and pausing as I came face to face with Captain America.
He'd just entered the room... Judging by the surprised look on his face I assumed he thought I would still be asleep. He brushed it off and tried to smile "I brought you some food and a change of clothes.." He spoke lightly but his body betrayed him with the tension, ready for a fight at any moment. He walked over to the table and set the items down, I didn't move, though it was tempting. Whatever was in that bowl smelled so good. My eyes flicker to the door as he takes a seat. "Please. I don't want to hurt you. Let's try to be civil. My name is Steve Rogers, what's yours?" I don't answer him, I have no answer, I have no name, so I just stare. I inch slightly towards the door and Steve sighs. "I don't want to hurt you but if you run, it will end badly." the words were like a challenge to me, I couldn't help but grin. "For you, maybe " I try to sound confident but my throat hurts, my voice hoarse. Now that I am not supported by the bed, I feel unsteady, weak..
"Whats wrong with me? What did you do to me?" I try to sound menacing, but my voice comes out weak and scared. I sway unsteadily on my feet and just when I think I am about to collapse a strong arm is wrapped around my waist, for a moment I am pressed against his body, my head to his chest. I can hear the steady beating of his heart, it's almost soothing. All too soon it's over as Steve helps me to the bed. He places his hands on my shoulders and says one word as if it is the answer to everything. "Wanda." I don't know this person, I've never heard the name. I scrunch my nose trying to remember what had happened and then it hits me. That little bitch. I jump to my feet, only to be pushed back to a sitting position with ease. God, I'm not enjoying being weak!
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The Long Game
FanfictionThe mission is simple, kill him..He escaped their control and he has to pay for that. They send in their best assassin to do the job, but what happens when things don't go as planned? Will they complete the mission?
