𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𑁍 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

prologue

2012
Russia, Siberia

The sound of heavy footsteps filled the room as the agents walked in the cold and dark cell. They opened the cell door and after walking inside they roughly grabbed the fragile woman inside. She was pale and weak, if it wasn't for her faint breathing they might have thought that she was dead.

They dragged her tired body through the dark hall, passing the empty cells. It was cold, but the woman couldn't feel anything anymore. She wasn't even sure herself if she was alive or if she was living some kind of nightmare. It was probably both. For some reason she was soaked in water, as if she had just gone for a swim with her clothes on, but she couldn't figure out why.

Suddenly a small source of light filled the woman's tired eyes. She looked around herself seeing five chambers filled with a yellow light. What shocked the woman, though, was that there were people inside those chambers, but not just normal people, super soldiers.

As the guards kept dragging her inside the room her eyes finally went to the chair in the middle of the room. Suddenly flashes of memory came in her mind almost blinding her. She had seen that chair before, they had used it on her countless of times.

Her first instinct was to try to escape, she could have beaten those two guards easily, but she was too tired to even fully lift her head so she simply clenched her jaw and waited until the guards roughly placed her on the chair, quickly strapping her down to it.

The woman kept her head low as memories kept flowing in her mind. She remembered why she was soaking wet. She remembered being in her father's Malibu mansion, she remembered sacrificing herself for him, but since she was still there maybe it didn't work. Or maybe her theory of that being some sort of nightmare was the most possible hypothesis.

Footsteps filled the room as a new figure walked inside. She didn't look up, she didn't want to and she didn't have the force to. She just waited until the figure stopped right in front of her. She looked at it without lifting her head and she quickly figured it was a man.

He slowly moved his hand, but she was so weak that she didn't even have enough force to flinch. He grabbed her chin, she noticed how softly he did it, and moved her head up so that she could look at him in the eyes.

She clenched her jaw even tighter as she saw the mischievous grin on the man's familiar face.

"Welcome home, Cameron", Rumlow said with a low voice, the grin never leaving his face.

Cameron moved her head away from his grip with the small force she had left. Rumlow simply let out an amused laugh as he slowly bent down to get at her level.

"There's no going back now", he told her smiling mischievously before giving the signal to the guards to start the wiping machine.

Cameron knew that it wasn't going to take away her memories, but she still was going to obey their orders after that. Because deep down Rumlow was right, there was no going back now.