Experiment 4.7.4

Snow

A/N:
Heyy, just wanted to give a quick disclaimer cuz I don't have writing experience and English isn't my first language, but I hope you guys like it anyway <3

Also, I don't own any marvel characters or movies, just the dialogues (that aren't from the movies) and the characters I came up with!

TW: child abuse, mention of blood and injuries and swearing (not specifically/only this episode but it's a warning for the whole story).

I wake up to the same obnoxious buzzer I wake up to every morning. I feel the hard concrete under me and rub my fingertips over the textured floor. I don't know why I do that, but I do it every morning when I wake up.

The buzzing noise won't stop till I open my eyes, though I'm extra tired today because I always have to wake up at 5:30 and today the buzzer is going at 4:30. Or so I've been told, I could never know for sure cuz I don't have access to a clock in my cell.

I manage to pry my eyes open and try to adjust to the fluorescent lighting above my head. The buzzing stops, but the headache stays, not that I'm not used to that by now.

I prop myself up on my elbows and sit up against the wall, rubbing my eyes. I hug my knees to my chest and stare sleepily at the yellow bars of my cell. I still don't know why they're yellow, they've always been yellow, probably always will be. Though the paint has peeled off quite a bit. It's the only color I have in my cell, the rest is concrete, the walls the ceiling and the floor. I don't have furniture, only a small "bathroom" made completely out of metal.

The front wall of the cell consists only of yellow bars over the entire length and width of the wall. There's also an invisible force field to make sure I really can't escape. Not that escaping is so easy when you're a hundred feet under in the middle of nowhere in Siberia.

I hear the very familiar sound of combat boots on concrete creeping up to my cell. I sigh and brace myself for whatever is going to happen today.

There's not a lot of people I hate, actually that's not true, but there's not a lot of people I hate as much as I hate Brock Rumlow *exaggerated gag noise*

My head snaps up as he knocks on the bars of my cell to get my attention, a stupid and sickening grin plastered on his face, like always. I stand up and walk over to the bars.

He types in a code to open the cell "chop chop soldier we have places to be" he says as he gives my shoulder a push.

He's the only person in this place that calls me soldier and I hate it. I'm immediately met with a strong grasp around my right wrist. Gary. Gary is a tall, bald and fat man that's always grumpy and walks way too fast.

He's also my 'exporter' meaning he basically drags me around, as if I can't walk. He always holds onto my right wrist very tightly and drags me everywhere we need to go. I have a permanent purple bruise around my wrist, as if I'm always wearing a thick purple bracelet, except I'm not.

Gary starts walking, dragging, and I walk, correction; run along with him. I finally match his pace and look up at Rumlow, who's still walking with us "where are we going, sir?"

"A new base" he answers, still with that grin, he then takes a sharp turn and disappears into a room. I sigh, that's either going to be very fun for me, or very horrible. I suspect the latter.

We stop walking at a metal door, I've always been told that that's the door to the elevator that goes up and out of this place. Outside, where I've never been. I've always heard about snow and sky's, but never seen it in real life.

Two men have joined behind us, heavily armed. We get into the elevator and go up, there's several security checks along the way and the metal chamber creaks creepily every few seconds. We reach the end of the ride and the doors creek open, we walk through a hallway that leads to two heavy doors.

The doors open and we're met with snow blowing in our faces. It's always cold down in the base, which has never bothered me much because I'm used to it, but this is a new level of cold. I'm wearing what I always wear, beige shorts and a beige shirt with short sleeves. Nothing else, not even shoes.

Gary drags me into the snow and my bare feet and legs are met with an icy hell. Gary has very tall legs which means that he can get through the snow very easily, but I reach up to around Gary's hips, which means that I can not at all walk through the snow early.

He stares down at me angrily and stops in his tracks, he obviously thinks I'm too slow. He leans down and picks me up, which I don't prefer. He holds me at arms length with a very tight grip. It's like I can feel my ribs cracking. It's still dark out so I can't see much of the sky, the clouds are also covering the stars, so all I see is black. Disappointing.

He basically chucks me into the jet causing my cold slippery legs to slide over the floor all the way to the front of the jet. The front of the jet has boxes, wooden crates at that. My chins hit against the corners with a great amount of speed. It doesn't start bleeding but it hurts like hell. I can practically hear Gary roll his eyes as he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me into the seat of the jet.

I, however, get a seat that isn't an official seat and therefore don't have a seatbelt. "Just hold onto the nets, you'll be fine" Gary says as he sees me look a little panicked about having no seatbelt.

I hold onto the red nets that hang from the wall behind me, but it's a rocky ride and I almost fall a significant amount of times.

A/N:
I kind of hate this :/ but I hope you guys like it, and I hope it gets better. Have a nice day <3