Little Dark Age

Chapter 4

~Avengers Tower, NYC-2013~

Catarina knew something was up, when they all turned to her for then back at the Black Widow. Of course, she knew the two of them looked alike with the number of times the Professors back at the academy would call her a different name.

She doesn't know why of course, why would they even tell her. The girl had always cloaked it up to be a wild sort of coincidence that she looked like the traitor.

Now look at her.

Still wiggling in her seat, finally, they abolished the ropes and switched it out with some heavy-duty SHIELD handcuffs which were supposed to make the wearer feel drowsy. If her drooping eyes didn't confirm that, then what would?

Her foot tapped restlessly against the floor as she waited for something to happen, All she wanted to do was leave but she doubted that would happen anything soon as she overheard snippets of the not-so-quite conversation the group was having.

She managed to put together why wanted to move her somewhere, it wasn't much to note as she became more confused the longer she was bound up. Even with the cuffs on it had been a while since she had probably slept. At least three days, seeing the drugs they pumped her with and also unravelling. It was hardly good for her.

She blinked rapidly as her head fell towards, snapping up each time It did so, she needed to stay alert. Anything and everything could happen in the time she allowed herself to fall into the riches of sleep. She heard people come in and out of the room, looking at her like a caged animal causing her to squirm at their curious looks.

Sooner or later she must have fallen asleep cause the next thing she knew her eyes felt heavy as she opened them, blinking rapidly, getting the sleep out of her eyes.

This time it was dark, not outside but in the place she was in. It didn't take her long to place that she was moving, feeling her body jolt every so often and the rumble of that seemed to be an engine which instinctively sent her into a panic mode. Instantly pulling her out of the semi-consciousness of waking up.

Pulling at her arms, which were still tied behind her she let out a strangled sound of frustration as she continued the pulling not caring about the aching that it made in her shoulders. She was taught every other way to break free of binds, whether it hurt her or not. It was what she was made for.

The people around her seemed to notice her immense struggle, The person who was sitting next to her looked completely unnerved at her fussing as she tugged on her arms causing the metal to dig into the already broken and bruised areas on her wrists. No amount of fast healing could heal the constant abuse her wrists had endured.

Suddenly, without much warning, a hand touched her shoulder. Causing her to flinch and turn her head to the side to meet with kinder, softer blue eyes. It did in the end cease her constant fussing but it was more of a shock when he touched her.

"You need to stop, calm down. Your safe."

She shook her head like a petulant child, messier red locks hitting her face as she did, untangled from the harshness of the braids it was in two days ago.

Just in a bout of childish frustration, she kicked the bench in front of her with a small socked foot, completely ignoring the pain that shot her leg as she pouted.

She didn't believe his words, 'your safe.' Catarina was never safe. She tried once and failed. And then left for a week in isolation where It nearly drew her mad. Always looking over her shoulder, she learned it was best to obey the rules after that. To preserve her own life and others. But that had failed before, this time by her hand.