Marvel Oneshots

Chapter 9 - Locked Out

Hey, this is not completely edited but it is out. Love you! Muah!

Warnings: Periods?, Blood, chained, freezing?

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Seven months. I woke up today, dreading the coming arrival of my period. I refuse to become an incubator for a child they are only going to abuse. Ive taken whips, fire, beatings for this, and still me and Winter havent done anything.

"Summer?" Soldat whispered from beside me.

"Should we even try to hide it?" I asked as I stared at the red spot on my shorts.

"I can try. Problem is we always get caught."

"I dont care anymore." I shook my head and wiped my eyes. I can hear the footsteps of soldiers down the hall, coming towards our door.  Winter moved in front of the door, barricading it with his body.

"Im so tired of this... I want it to end."

"Its not going to."

I pulled my pants off and stuffed a tampon in, putting on new pants before the HYDRA soldiers started to bang on the door. "Мы знаем свое время. Приходи с миром или страдай." (We know its time. Come peacefully or suffer.)

Before I could tell Winter that its okay to move, shots rang right through the metal. Winter moved his hand over his stomach and ripped open the door, slamming one of the soldiers to the wall by his neck.

I put my arms out in surrender and they put big blocky handcuffs around my wrists. Winter was subdued as they pulled me down the hall. I hate that Ive given in. That I just cant put up any more of a fight then to outright refuse.

They started me down the usual path, to the empty room with no decorations except for the crimson of my blood splattered on the floor.

But then suddenly they ripped me to the right instead, and my brows scrunched. What new could they possibly have?

The door opened in front of me and a woosh of cold air swirled in. White covered all I could see of the outside. The men shoved me outside and then shut the door.

Everything instantly went numb. It burned and tingled. I banged in the door, but no one let me in, and then the worst happened. The white flecks started to fall from the sky and I felt like Id never be able to move again.

So quickly the outside Id dreamed of, the outside Id known to be beautiful, was killing me. My legs wobbled beneath me as I stood and waited for the punishment to end.

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Once I couldnt take it anymore they left me out for a few more hours. I didnt even process being picked up and put in a room.

"This is on you. You can change this, Soldat."

My teeth were chattering and I didnt open my eyes till I heard Winter, "Let me go."

I was terrified, pressing my hands to the ground to look at him. I know I must look pathetic. My lips trembled and wet hair strands stuck to my face.

"S-Stop. Stop! Pl-ease." I studdered as I saw him drenched in his own blood... I hope. What did they do to him? How long was I out there?

My head dropped between my elbows for a second and Winter was lifting it up, "Im here. Im here. Youre alright."

"Are- are you?"

"Dont worry about me."

"I- Im so cold. I g-give up. Im sorry." I sobbed, shying my face away from him. Im ashamed that I couldnt keep strong anymore.

"Lets just get you warm. Alright?"

"Dont let them ttttake me outside." My hands cracked as I reached for him.

"I wont. I promise."

He carried me to our quarters, and pealed off my wet clothes. My eyes stared off into space as I considered what had just happened. Why is he covered in blood?

"Soldat?"

"Here. I dont have any dry clothes, but- but I got this." Winter wrapped a blanket around me, tucking a bit of my hair behind my ear. I must look terrifying because his eyes keep searching my face.

"Maybe I can convince them to let us use the showers. Doesnt that sound nice? Warm?"

"No, I need to stay dry."

He nodded, and hels out a water bottle for me to sip on. I set it down and looked up at him.

The blood had dried now and was cracking and flaking off of him. His hair stuck to him and whatever happened... he refused to use his metal arm.

"What did they do to you?"

He wont look at me. Not anymore. I opened my blanket as an offer. I want to hold him... or have him hold me. To comfort and be comforted.

When I laid down, he laid next to me. I called it my eay of warming up, since he certainly wouldnt admit to needing my affection to pull out of his frozen state. It was nice to focus on something other than the lack of my own body heat.

My tears fell on his chest as his flesh hand held me close. I held onto him, both arms wrapped around his chest.

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