When the Avengers get word of potential enhanced threats being created at a HYDRA base in Sokovia, they decide to infiltrate the fortress. Stumbling upon a young boy, unconscious and beaten, who remembers nothing of his life before Hydra and only hi...
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I was soon thrown back into my room once they were done with their tests. This was the only time I was allowed to be uncuffed, free almost.
This was only because it was easier for them to monitor how I was doing when I was uncuffed.
Limping over to my notebook and pen, I fell down heavy onto the cold, hard and dirty mattress that was placed in the corner. I lay on my back to ease my ribs.
I began writing down all of the words that ran through my brain. All of the sentences, I found peace in doing that.
This was when I could be free, relax and be myself.
I couldn't do much, but this was enough for me.
I took a deep breath, wincing at the sharp pain it brings me and holding my left side.
The freedom was short-lived as my door opened once more and in came a new doctor. He wasted no time injecting me with something and putting my head on his shoulder as the drug worked quickly through my veins.
I felt my head grow heavy and my body become weightless. That same feeling of falling in and out of consciousness once again as more men came in to test whether or not their experiment had worked.
All of a sudden, there were alarms blaring throughout the entire building.
Bright flashing red lights lit up the room.
All the men were rushing out of the room.
Panic was radiating off of them.
The doctor injects me once more and my head slips from his shoulder, causing me to crash to the floor. "Good night, our sweet creation."
There it was again. That word. Is that truly what I was?
Then came darkness.
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~3 hours earlier~
"Aphrodite!" My father yells loudly from downstairs.
I roll my eyes and push myself off my bed to sit up. "What?" I reply in a harsh tone as I stand to take a look at myself in the mirror, running my hands through my thick brunette hair and applying lipstick to my pouted lips.
