red room

one

(SLOW BURN.. like no bucky til idek when but then.. j wait it's so worth it plz 🩷💗)

Bloods blinding. You'd only realize this after you're had gotten in your eyes. Blood stings too, so does sweat.

They make you train countless hours. Day after day. When you had first gotten here, you thought the days were going to be the worst. Past you was wrong, so wrong. The worst part about being here was the night.

It started when you were young, too young. You're walking to the training room now, when you remember the first time it had happened.

You were forced into a SUV. Black, GMC, looked clean and nice. You hated it. They were taking you from your family. You wear six years old at the time. Your parents planned for this moment for, forever. You were being dragged to the Red Room. Once a HYDRA partner, now their own organization. Your parents hadn't even hugged you goodbye. You just got into the car and left. Taken to a building where your new harsh reality had been waiting for you. You were escorted out of the vehicle, stuffed bunny in hand. The men in the front seat were the two who had escorted you. That was the first day of seemed to be the rest of your life. The two men pushed you through the enterance of the building. Forced out of your clothes, allowed to keep your stuffed rabbit. You gripped onto your bunny as they found you a new "room". Other girls were there. You thought that you could make some new friends. That fantasy soon faded when a large group of men surrounded you all. "Please no..." a girl just a few years younger than you had whimpered. You looked at the men, fear succumbing over you. You were young and innocent. The horrors that were to come didn't even cross your mind yet.

You shake your head. Don't remember the night. That's been your motto since you had gotten here. Awfully enough, right now is night. You take off your training shoes, and place them by the door. You slip into your sleepwear, which sadly only consists of a huge shirt and panties. It was given to you by the Red Room. You watch the door. If it slides open, tonight is your turn.

The door slowly starts to creak open. Your breath itches in your throat as widens more. Finally open up for the monster under your bed to fit through. You close your eyes. They're sick people. Plus faster when they think you're asleep. You feel the hem of your shirt being lifted. You keep your eyes closed. You hear his zipper being undone. Eyes are still closed. You feel his hand pulling your panties out of the way. You close them tighter. Suddenly, he forced himself inside of you. A tear falls. You let him pull out. Then, just then, you head butt him. He's lying there, unable to move. Like you just were. You slide in your training shoes and sprint. You run so fast not even noticing the blood dripping down your face. If your escape works, you'll be free. Duh. But also, tomorrow you're supposed to be brainwashed. You'll forget everything.

Your stuffed rabbit still by your side. It's the only thing that brings you joy in this fucked up place. Soon, as you expected, the alarms are now sounding. Damn you, Dreykov.

The hallways are dark, the only thing lighting them is the flashing red light. You don't know is the red from the blood dripping down your forehead, or the red lights that also indicate the siren is blaring. Needing to think fast, as guards are coming closer to you, you don't. You just don't think. The guards all come at you at once. Had they forgotten you're the strongest here? Do they not know you are? You laugh lightly as you knock the last guy out. Damn you, Dreykov. You cheap bitch. Get better security.

You're out of the hellish building. A thick liquid, keeping your hair stuck to your face. Some of that warm liquid still dripping from the gash in your forehead. It's in your eyes, so is sweat. This is gross, you feel gross. And blind. You feel gross and blind. You rub your eyes, what's the brie on your fingertips is making it very hard to rub your eyes. You're just getting more shit into them. And now you're crying.

During the whole eye issue, you found a person. Odd thing to be proud of, yes. But, you could steal his wallet. So that is exactly what you said out to do. You found a spot to hide in an old and dark alleyway. You slowly put your foot out onto the sidewalk. The man, trips, and lucky he drops a credit card. You take the card and quickly snatches wallet. You leave them with one debit card, you know for his troubles. Then you're off on your merry way. You find a shop, open twenty-four hours a day. For seven days a week. Yay!

You find some stuff that you need. Like a camping, backpack, hygiene, products, clothes, First Aid kit(s), food/snacks, drinks, a few books, and whatever else you can fit into your bag. You proceed to self check out.out, when you spot candy. You smile, and grab some of your favorites. 

You pay for yourself, everything in your backpack. You soon realize you'll need a place to stay. You find the shittiest place available. It's cheap and not for the long run, so it'll do. It's perfect. Not many people, no one who can know you. Meaning no one could send you back to that place.

The place is practically falling apart at the seams. Yet your first thought as you step into the place is 'I love it,' it's purely yours. The first place that's ever been purely yours. It's something that you take pride in.

As you put your things down, your Facebook, sudden urge to ball your eyes out. Yet, no tears come out of your eyes.

Odd.

You thought the freedom would allowed you to feel something. Anything. You just nod and sigh. You breathe the "okay" out to yourself. You hadn't talked for so long, you, being yourself needed to know flat you still could. Figuring out why you had just felt nothing earlier was on your to-do list also.

Now, you're sitting on the motel bed. Fixing your wounds. You wince in pain as you clean and bandage the gash on your forehead. You ice your black eye and open a bag of chips. You take your jug of apple juice and plot back down on the bed. The bag resting at your side, jug in the other hand. As you're sipping you look around, you find a remote for the television. You press the 'on' button. The news is on.

A man tripped and robbed. New York police are struggling to find the culprit. The man had not seen his attacker. Police are starting to give up. Due to the fact, the fingerprints aren't even in the Avengers' system.

You're impressed with yourself. You were sloppy when robbing him, sure to be caught. But apparently not. You smile to yourself and shove a few more chips into your mouth. You take the remote and setting on a movie called 'Step-Brothers'. You fall asleep shortly after the movie is over. You wake up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare.

You find yourself walking to the twenty-four hour open store. Bringing cash, and no cards. People are looking for the burglar. Coincidentally, that's you. Got to play it safe for a bit.

You buy a blue and white checkered fuzzy blanket and things that you not feel like you're a trailed assassin. A monster. One of those items being a. opening book, paired with crayons.

You use the self check out again. No human interaction means no room for mistakes. And you, you Y/n L/n, you can't afford to make a mistake.