Til The End Of The Line [1]

Chapter 8: Jack/Quinn P.O.V.

  I woke to ringing in my ears. I came face to face with a nearly bald man, with round glasses.
"I am Dr. Arnim Zola," he said in a thick Swiss accent, almost sounding German.
"Do most people assume you're German?" I blurted,"I mean, it's a small difference. But for someone like me, it's obvious that you're Swiss."
He seemed pleased with my reply, but that didn't stop him from experimenting on me. He would inject me with different chemicals, then write down my reaction. I don't remember exactly what I said, but at one point I talked back to Zola. This earned me a good slap from one of the guards. He actually knocked my voice modulator out of place, causing my voice to come out crackly and accompanied by static. It amused the guards, but Zola was smart enough to know that something was up. He pulled my turtle-neck tank top up to my neck, revealing my chest wraps. He seemed to find something mildly amusing, but pulled my shirt back down.
"So," he said,"You are not exactly what you seem to be. I assume that your comrades don't know about this little secret hmm? Perhaps we should go show them."
It had been at least a few hours since my capture, probably more because I had been unconscious. So when Zola said this, I assumed that Bucky and the others had been caught as well. Zola had his guards drag me down to the holding cells, kicking and screaming the whole way. When we arrived one guard pulled my shirt my shirt off completely, ensuring that everyone knew my secret.
"Quinn?" Someone asked.
I turned towards the voice, coming face to face with Bucky.
"Hey Buck," I said, the modulator causing my voice to be static.
"How? You?" He stuttered.
"You don't recognize me," I stated amused,"Well, I suppose I wouldn't either."
The guard opened the cell door and threw me inside. I caught myself and rolled. Unfortunately rolled straight into Bucky, who didn't seem at all pleased with me. The guard threw me my shirt and walked away.
"Hey!" I yelled after him,"I want my jacket back too!"
He just walked away, and I turned my attention to the voice modulator. It was knocked out of place, and by the sound of it, the wires were cut. I took it off, and started tinkering with it.
"Jackie Quinn Barnes!" Bucky yelled," What the Hell are you doing here?!"
"My job," I answered flatly in my normal voice,"And I'm glad you at least recognize me now. I thought you might never notice. I mean, I did use one of my real names."
I put my shirt back on while Bucky sat in anger and awe. The prisoners in the cells around us seemed rather confused. I however, just ignored them, and went back to tinkering with the voice modulator. I realized it was a lost cause, and threw it across the room in a huff.
"Wait," one prisoner said, finally started to understand,"You mean to say that you're that twin sister that Barnes was talkin' 'bout?"
"Yep,"Bucky and I said at the same time.
"I don't want you here," Bucky continued,"I clearly told you that I didn't want you to get involved. How could you betr-"
"I was a spy long before you told me that," I said, my voice rising,"I was involved before you even joined up. By the time you got here Phillips had already sent me on five infiltration missions, and three interrogations!"
Bucky was about to say something, but I silenced him,"Shut up, I'm thinking about my plans."
Some people seemed confused, but I just shrugged it off and continued planning and strategizing.