Faster (Pietro Maximoff)

Always Unconscious

I couldn't handle it anymore. All I was supposed to do was track down the Avengers. How hard could it be? 'You have 24 hours' the message flashed in my eyes. How hard is it to find some super freaks? I guess I can't say anything I'm an evil freak. I saw a flash a few miles away and immediately ran to it. Literally, super speed is one of the things Hydra gave me. I looked where they were and all they were doing was helping citizens flee the city. Helping people I was helping to hurt. I almost wanted to help. 'Don't be stupid' another message flashed. I guess they saw what I was seeing. I heard a cry for help. Usually I'm the one making others cry, but this was a child in pain. I ran to the sound and found a little boy trapped underneath some rubble. I moved it off of him just as one of the jets came shooting at us. A boy ran towards us but not fast enough. I put up a force field and watched as the bullets dissolved against it. "Are you a super hero?" The child asked amazed. I smiled at the thought. 'You will be punished' the third message flashed. I could feel my hands burning from keeping it up so long. Finally they stopped shooting and I brought my arms to my sides and fell to the ground. I could feel my body temperature rising as always, when I'm overworked. The minute they move the boy I can't breath, I start choking and overheating. Then I'm ice cold. I can't feel it but I can tell. I burning up again. The man with the shield comes closer and tries to touch my shoulder. 'kill him' 2 words flash this time. "I can't. Don't touch me." I cry. More of them come over. 'Kill them all' freezing cold. "I can't!" I scream. Burning hot. He tries to touch me again. "You can't touch me. You really can't." I try and move away. All of a sudden my entire body is shocked. I clutch my head and scream. I can physically feel flames on my fingertips. He looks at me strangely and waits for me to stop. "She's burning up." He calls out. "No shit Sherlock." One in an iron suit calls. I don't have time to put faces to names. 'Say goodbye experiment 612' the words flash over my eyes and I stop. Suddenly all I can do is sob. I can feel the tears melt away since I'm so warm but it still helps. I turn and try to super speed away but someone grabs my arm. "What are you doing? I'm gonna fry the circuits." I scream. Iron Man just shrugs his metal shoulders and holds on. '5 more seconds' I sob hysterically and fall to the ground. Not bothering to fight anymore. Suddenly my entire body goes limp and my brain feels as though it's on fire, which it just might be.

I woke up on a table in a cement room, no windows, lots of machines. "You finally woke up." A shy looking man asks. "Where am I? Who are you?" I question. He looks shocked. 'he is Bruce banner dear Ariana.' words are still flashing. How? I was supposed to die. 'you are in stark towers' They answer for me. "I'm Bruce. Bruce Banner. And you're in Stark Towers." He answers aloud. I hear the pounding of footsteps. I stand ready to knock them all down. But the minute the door opens I close my eyes. "Get out." I whisper. "You can't tell us what to do." A thick Russian accent groans. "They will find you. If you stay-" my body is shocked again and I fall to the ground not having the strength to pick myself up. I feel two arms wrap around me and lay me back on the table. "Paper. pen." I groan, rubbing my head. I can feel the objects in my hands. I begin to write and I hope it looks good with my eyes closed. I wrote, there is a chip in my brain. They can hear what I hear see what I see and read what I think. I need to leave or they will kill you all. I feel someone pick it up and begin to read. "We can get it out." I hear Bruce whisper. "Try. Please." I write on the back. I feel someone grab my hand and stick up my thumb I guess that's a yes.

2 hours later

I feel numb. I guess it's after shock from the surgery. I looked around and saw the same dingy room. I see a bag of blood, and hope it's not mine. Bruce walks in and smiles. "She's awake!" He yells, hurting my head. They come running in and for the first time I get a good look at them. The on the end with red hair looks sort of familiar. "Tasha? Natasha Romanoff?" I whisper, just before falling back onto the bed and passing out. Again.