⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

🎃 Ндʟʟошееп ѕресідʟ: The island 🎃

The island

Pαιrιɴɢ: HYDRA!Team X Reader.
Word coυɴт:  644 words.
Sυммαry:  Being on an island with the HYDRA Team can't be dangerous, right?
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Dark themes.
A/N: This is based on Blink twice.

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My   native language is  Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in   English if you notice  any mistakes, please let me know and I will   correct them.

I    don't give any permission for my fics to be posted on other    platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my    graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively      for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

The cold wind hit their faces as the HYDRA helicopter landed on the island. It looked like a rainy night, but everything was quiet. The invitations were exclusive, promising a unique experience you couldn't refuse.

Steve had convinced you to go, while Brock, Jack, and Bucky convinced other people.

They enjoyed the attention, the parties, the gifts... but there was something strange. Despite the festivities and the joyous atmosphere, there were always moments of confusion, as if parts of the night disappeared into white. You tried to remember conversations or what they had done the night before, but it seemed impossible.

Every morning, they were offered an exclusive perfume that made them feel revitalized, but what they didn't know was that the scent was laced with a special toxin designed to erase parts of their memory. Day after day, they lost fragments of what really happened at night. You noticed that, in the morning, you couldn't remember certain moments from the night before, but you weren't the only one. Perfume, the employees said, could "renew the spirit."

Weeks went by, and none of them realized what was really going on. They weren't there just to have fun; they were part of a mental, physical, and emotional experiment.

Under the supervision of Captain HYDRA, Brock and Rollins ensured they had no inkling of what was happening when the sun went down. Each night, when they fell into a deep sleep induced by the drugs they drank at the fancy cocktail parties, they were taken to a subway laboratory. Here, HYDRA tested new mind-control technologies, manipulating their memories and their perception of reality, among other things.

One of the nights, after a particularly strong cocktail, you had a strange dream. You dreamt of a cold laboratory with white lights and bodies connected to machines. As well as a choking sensation and a masked figure watching you coldly. You woke up sweating, feeling that something wasn't right. You ran to the mirror and, for a second, didn't recognize your reflection.

"What's going on with me?" you wondered.

That night, you snuck out of the bungalow where you were staying and began to explore the island. You reached a restricted area, but before you could enter, you were intercepted by Jack.

He told you that you "had better go back to your room" and that "it wasn't safe to wander around at night.".

And before you could react, you felt a prick on his arm. A strong sleeping pill knocked you to the floor. When you awoke, you were back in your bed, with a vague sense that something had happened but unable to remember exactly what.

Another night, after one of the girls mysteriously disappeared, you decided to investigate what was going on. You sneaked out of the luxurious resort where they were staying and found Brock in a secret conversation with Jack. Hidden behind some bushes, you listened as they discussed "screening" the girls and using their "control system" to ensure that none of them remembered what was really going on. You felt a shiver run down your spine.

Somehow they found themselves in the woods towards the forbidden place; they heard footsteps all around them.

They came to a hidden facility where, through a window, they saw other girls inside glass containers, connected to strange devices that seemed to draw something from them.

Suddenly, they heard a noise behind them. Before they could react, the Winter Soldier appeared. With his metallic arm gleaming in the dim light, he advanced toward them with a cold, implacable gaze.

You reached for a stone and threw it at the soldier, distracting him long enough for them to run.

Your last memory was of the first night on the island, laughing with the others.

You were finally looking at the horizon as the sun rose over the ocean.