I woke up to my arms tied behind my back, Peter in a similar position next to me, with zero recollection as to how we got here.
But I knew what the answer was. Hydra.
They got us again.
Peter was still knocked out, but as my vision started to clear up, I tried to see as much as I could about our surroundings. I hated how badly my heart started to speed up, it beating and pounding rapidly within my chest, as I began to recognize where I was.
This was our old cell.
Pain and fear started gnawing away in my stomach, a sense of nausea building up in my throat and threatening to actually make me hurl. I clenched my jaw to stop the tears as I saw the markings and carvings Peter and I dug into the walls the years we spent here together.
This was where I stayed the past eight years.
God, just to even think that. Eight years I spent in this small cell. Trapped. Broken.
I struggled to get myself into a seated position and I made my way over to Peter's limp body. I nudged him with my foot, trying to get him to wake up.
Peter took a little while, but he too eventually woke up, blinking back the fuzziness in his eyes as he slowly started to lift himself up from a face down, lying position on the group.
"James?" he whispered, his sound so unbearably soft, reminding me of how we used to communicate back in our captivity together. Because of our unnaturally sensitive hearing, we could talk extremely quietly, in a level that only we could understand. That was our way of muttering assurances to each other without our superiors finding out.
I hated how I say superiors on instinct.
They were monsters and should only be called as such.
"This was our old cell," Peter stated, his voice thin and tight. He was simply commenting, but he looked me dead in the eye as he spoke. "I was kept here even after you left."
Pain shot itself through my heart as I remembered our escape day. Why hadn't I stayed behind for him? Why did I just leave him here? We were supposed to escape together. Hell, the entire idea of escaping came because of how horribly Peter was being treated. Yet, the day of the plan, I left a man behind.
You never leave a man behind.
I internally scoffed as the military mantra rang through my head. Who was I to even consider myself a soldier? I was a monster. A murder. An assassin.
A tool for Hydra and nothing more.
"Peter–"
"I think they're going to tell you some things, James, but don't let it hurt you too much. I want you to know that I forgive you."
"What are you saying Peter, I woul—"
"You're not listening! Trust me, James."
I nod, unsettled by the seriousness in his voice.
Peter and I sat in the cell in silence, the room still filled with our loud thoughts of how we got here and if the rest of the team was looking for us. I don't know how long we just sat like that, but it had to have been hours. The quiet kept on being cut through with slight rumbling from our stomachs and I was getting bearably hungry. If I was feeling this way, then Peter must be fucking starving.
But he barely even batted an eye.
I couldn't even imagine how Peter was feeling right now– to be back into their hands, knowing that he might be forced into doing god knows what.
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Not Anymore
FanfictionS-20 has only ever known one thing, Hydra, until one man came into his life and showed him that there was so much more. That man was his first friend. His older brother. But after one night, the two were ripped apart and S-20 cannot even remember hi...
