I woke up in a brightly lit room with no recollection of how I got there. The room was bare, not even a bed just a slab of bricks it was barbaric. Who knew the Avengers had a torture dungeon.. this wasn't the plan, I didn't understand why Loki had left me behind, but I guess he got what he wanted and I was expendable. I took a moment to assess how badly injured I was, my chest hurt from where Tony blasted me and my head ached from colliding with the wall, other than that I seemed fine except my dress was dirty and torn. I sigh and stand up, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, sending shivers through me. I'm alone for now but I noticed the camera in the corner of the room meaning they had eyes on me. It wouldn't be long until someone came in to chat. I settled back down on the pitiful excuse for a bed and crossed one slender albeit slightly dirty leg over the other and waited.
Sure enough ten minutes later Steve entered the room, walking up to the bars of my cell where he paused, eyeing me for several long moments before he spoke. "Bucky is fine. Whatever you did to him, Bruce fixed." I ponder this over and I study his face and body language, taking note of the slightest movements. "You're such a bad liar, Steve." I laugh and shake my head, a few particles of dirty and dust flutter by my face. "I reckon he only has a few hours left to live without the cure. And guess who's the only one that knows the cure?" I point at myself with a sinister grin forming on my lips. "What was your plan here, Aurora?" I notice he's not calling me Echo any longer, guess we're passed being friendly. "Yeah, Loki got Wanda but he left you behind, was that part of the plan or were you just collateral damage?" He crosses his arms over his chest while he waits for my reply. I shrug. "I wanted to stay behind and watch the life drain from Bucky. I bet he looks and feels like shit right now."
Some small part of me feels bad, it was never meant to get this complicated and the innocent part of me hurts for the Soldier that was once mine. The more dominant part doesn't give a shit. "Give me the cure, Aurora. I can't save you if you don't help me." Steve sighs, wrapping his hands around the bars. I get up off my seat and move to the bars, letting my fingers graze against his as I raise my eyes to meet his gaze. Regardless the situation I can see his body reacting to my touch, despite his best attempt to hide it, he inhales slightly and goosebumps glide along his arm as my fingers glide against his own. "You know, in another life we would have made one Hell of a team.." I whisper the words, leaning forward to let my lips brush briefly against his fingers, I feel him reaching for me as I step back. "Let me help you, Aurora. Please." He whispers the last word, his eyes glued to me. "It's too late now. Far, far too late." I lower my hands down my sides, fingers dancing over the silk dress, Steves eyes are fixed on me as my right hand slides between the slit of the dress. He sucks in a breath, obviously thinking of something completely different. Idiots didn't check me before locking me up. Strapped to my thigh were two syringes, one with clear liquid in it and one with a blue liquid in it. I opt for the blue one. Pulling it from the garter I raise it and watch his eyes widen. "What is that?!" He yells, suddenly panicked. "Stark! Open the cell! Open it now!!!"
"I am sorry, Steve.. for what it's worth I did love him, he was my Winter Soldier..." As the cell door slides open I plunge the syringe straight into my heart, dropping it as Steve grabs me. My legs buckle and my head flops against his shoulder, my eyes rolling back into my head. "Aurora! Aurora look at me! What have you done!"
Steve's POV
It all happened so fast, one moment I thought she was taunting me, teasing me and the next she had something in her hand..the cell door took forever to open and by the time I got to her, it was too late. I fumbled with shaking hands, trying to feel for a pulse in her neck, nothing... All I could do was hold her as the life faded from her.
Aurora Stark was dead and it was all my fault..
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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?
