Nobody knows the beginning

Chapter 20

Peter's P.O.V

"I was told you were dead a week after I got to the red room. Whoever you saw get shot wasn't me." a lump caught in my throat at what I was hearing.

I went to say something more but a shock ripped through my skull and I remembered this pain from the day that I was brought back to Hydra.

Before I could even think, I saw black.

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When I woke up it was dark and I felt that I was laying on something comfortable, I had a blanket tucked neatly against my sides and a pillow under my head.

I knew I wasn't with Hydra and that scared me more than wondering where I actually was.

My head felt heavy and my throat was dry, my entire body felt like a ton of bricks.

After what felt like forever I finally pried open my heavy eyelids and took a slow, drowsy look around the room.

I thought I had seen this room before but I'm not too sure. I have a machine hooked up to my arm that's pumping an IV I think. I noticed I was still wearing my Hydra uniform though.

I began to feel really tired again and my eyes tried to close of their own accord but I held them open with everything I had.

That's when someone walked into the room, I froze and stared at the shadow standing in the doorway.

"Паук (spider)?" He walked into the small bit of light in the room and my heart sped up when I saw the winter soldier, I made an effort to sit up and look for the knife that I always had on my hip but it wasn't there.

He must have noticed my tension because he backed away a little and I relaxed slightly.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"tired," I said, keeping my jaw locked

He chuckled, "understandable, that sleep medication was supposed to last at least another eight or so hours."

"Sleep medication?" I ask, beginning to really feel the tightness of the restraints.

He narrowed his eyebrows at me. "Y-you don't remember?"

I gave him a look, letting him know that I was confused.

He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face and looked at me with pure pity. I hated that. I've never been looked at like this by anyone other than the Winter Soldier but I still hate it. It makes me feel useless, vulnerable, and weak.

"How much do you remember?" he asked.

"I remember fighting the Avengers in a warehouse and my mission was to kill you?" I accidentally more like a question than a statement.

His eyes widened and the colour drained from his face. "Wait what?"

I just looked at him innocently. "What's wrong?"

His jaw tensed and he quickly said, "I'll be right back"

I wriggled around a little, trying to see if I could untangle myself from the blankets and thats when suddenly i was bolted to the bed with large restraints and i began to panic. 

When he came back in he wasn't alone, following behind him was a girl with beautiful auburn hair who was wearing tights and an oversized jumper, a man who was wearing a suit, sunglasses, and had a cup of coffee in his hand and the only one other than the Winter Solider that I recognized. She claimed to be Natasha, my sister who I presumed dead.

I tried to sink into the bed but I couldn't, I felt so exposed.

"Tell them what you just told me," Bucky said.