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Chapter 7: The Truth (cont.)

I hadn't expected them to come, but I was so used to Pietro, Wanda, and I lying next to each other at night to keep warm that I wasn't able to sleep. My whole body was coated in goosebumps. A cold shiver raced down my body. The cell doors were locked tight. Even if I did want to meet him... There was no way out of this cell. H.Y.D.R.A. didn't trust me, not when I was so close to some of their best test subjects. I glared at the wall frostily. Pietro and Wanda weren't throwaway test subjects, they were more than that. Despite my intense glare, a tear slid innocently down my cheek. A hot one, slicing through my frozen skin. I let it fall.

"Crimson Strong." The door to my cell was flung open.

Not wanting to react to the replacement name the organization had given me, I didn't move.

The man in the doorway lowered his voice. "I can get you out of here, and soon."

My eyes lifted slowly, and I turned toward him. "You're the man I met earlier today." I said as I looked at him. He had dark green eyes and neatly parted blonde hair, with glasses sitting comfortable on the bridge of his nose. He just looked like a doctor, with his white lab coat and analyzing eyes.

"Yes." He replied slowly, "I'm sorry. I had no idea they locked you up like this."

I ignored him. "Do you work for H.Y.D.R.A.?" The words sort of slipped out of my mouth.

A small half smile grew slowly onto his face. "If you looked in their records, then yes, I am a devoted member. But in my world, I would never dream of it."

"So you're getting me out?" Suspicion guarded everything I spoke. "Why?"

"It's not that easy." The man walked in and closed the door behind him. "And you'll have to play along."

"What are you talking about?"

"My team and I are a group of some of the scientists that do some of the experiments on..." He faltered slightly, "On your friends and people like them."

Immediately, I felt my body tense up and become hostile. I stood up straight and looked at him squarely. "What are you doing to them?"

"It doesn't matter at this moment." The doctor shook his head, "I'm the head doctor, and we're moving our current experimentees to Sokovia, Russia. If you 'choose' to become one of the 'experimentees', I can get you to Russia and help you escape as we transport."

"What about Wanda? And Pietro?" I asked, still highly suspicious of the strange man.

"Evgeniya, you can trust me." The doctor whispered quietly, "I will help all of you to safety. H.Y.D.R.A. is a cruel, pain-bringing organization, and children like yourselves shouldn't have any part of it." He lowered his voice to barely a whisper of a voice, "I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. Remember that."

He turned and left, leaving me speechless.

***

"Your chance is now." Dr. Anderson muttered under his breath as he wrote on his clipboard. Louder, he exclaimed to the other passengers, "Alright, get ready for the landing!" Everyone buckled in their seat belts, except me. I discreetly pretended to buckle it my draping it over my thighs. I then gripped my backpack and looked out the window of the lightning fast air transport vehicle. I counted down from 60. 59, 58, 57, 56... Beside me, I saw the twins muttering the numbers as well. It was almost time. I was about to escape.

As I reached twenty, a long beeping sound startled me. "Excuse me," said a voice over the loudspeaker, "This plane is under arrest for attempting to free prisoners of H.Y.D.R.A. All agents, please pull out your weapons, as they may be needed in the next steps. Traitors, please drop your weapons peacefully, and we many be able to negotiate." Said a sweet voice.