My Foreign Love~ ||Loid F.|| Bwam

•~Prolouge~•

Darkness. Silence.

It's all that can be seen and heard in my cold, small, haunting cell room. I shivered as I cradled myself, my frail,  body not being able to withstand the coolness of the small, concrete room I had to call "home" ever since I could remember. The hospital gown I was wearing didn't really help much. Neither did the fact that I hadn't eaten in days. I was so hungry.

I flinched silently as the metal door to my cell opened with an ear piercing screech, making my sensitive ears throb a bit.

Footsteps approached me, but I didn't look up, keeping my eyes on my bare feet,

"Good morning, 037."

I gasp awake, shooting up from my bed onto my feet, a cold sweat dripping down my forehead to the crook of my neck. I start I to hyperventilate, clutching the front my t-shirt, feeling as though I couldn't breathe. A massive headache suddenly came over me, causing me to groan out loudly in pain.

I hadn't had those dreams in so long. It's been 10 years since I've been rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D., and since then, I have been happier than I thought I could ever be. I've taken my past and put it behind me, I'm not going to let it take over my life. I can't.

I force myself to take a deep, long breath, as I started to feel light-headed from my rapid breathing. I let out a heavy exhale, sinking down to my knees as my breathing slowed, and my headache subsided. I sigh, feeling all of my past trauma come back all at once, scenes of my past lingering in my mind. 

Please don't let these dreams come back again.

I jump, startled when the phone at my bedside rang. I stand up onto my feet before picking up, "Hello?"

"Ezzie," Said the familiar of my good friend and fellow agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. , Natasha. I smiled faintly, "Nat, what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Oh, not the usual "Good afternoon, how are you"? Did you just wake up?"

Afternoon?

I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table,

1:30pm. Dammit, I overslept, I thought to myself

"Shit, yeah. I overslept. Sorry." I said, rubbing my forehead, before going to scratch the back of my head which was covered by a silky, black bonnet.

"Hmm. Have you been sleeping alright?" She asked, concern knitted in her tone. I nodded as if she could see it, "Yeah, I just didn't go to sleep on time," I lied,

"Are you lying to me, Ezzie?"

Well damn. She knows me too well. I let out a long, tired sigh, "Yeah. I am," I admit, seeing no point in lying to her a second time. I sit on my bed, "I just had a bad dream, nothing serious. Don't worry." I assure her. She's one of the first friends I've had after escaping from that wretched place. In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. saved me from them when I was about 13 years old.

They had got a tip that they were practising  experiments to create mind controlled super-humans to take over the government. All of their other test subjects died from the experiments, except me, of course. 

When the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents found me, they were very skeptical of me, thinking I was mind-controlled, but thankfully, their director, Nicholas J. Fury, seeing that I was just a kid and was not influenced by my torturers, he took me in. That man raised me and trained me (properly) to becoming his most prized agent and the woman I am today. 

"Alright, we'll talk about that later. But right now, we need you in HQ. Something has come up, and you are needed on a mission." I perked up, "What kind of mission?" I asked with hidden excitement.