Avenge Me (An Avengers fan-fiction)

Chapter 1

Bold: translation

The darkness comforts me. It protects me, and hides me from the monsters that confine me in this small concrete cell with one way in and out: a bolted vault door shaped to fit the doorway. The darkness is my friend, and I trust the darkness than my own mind. I appreciate it more when they turn the only dull light in my cell, so I am dunked in darkness and that I can listen to the silence. So that my head can stop pumping and my own thoughts can regulate in my head.

The nighttime was the only time I could be free from the pain and free from the voices. The only time I could sit in the silence, and let my brain return to normal. No matter if I was tired, I never slept. I would never risk anything in this hell hole. Not even sleep. Sleep was a temporary need until I found something else to replace sleep, which was mostly adrenaline.

I leaned against the wall with my knees pressed against my chest. In my small cell, there was no bed, not even a mattress, just a ripped up blanket and a thin pillow. At least the others had some sort of bed in their cells, but it didn't bother me as much. I listened to my heart thump steadily and the snow coming down harder than an hour ago. It always snowed here, and even through the slits in the concrete, the sun never shine. I've never seen the sun, unless artificial lamps count.

I tried concrete on my hatred. Maybe I could break out if I got angry enough, but I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I never knew his name personally, although I doubted he even had a personal name. I only knew what they called him, but speaking his name in even a whisper was dangerous. I never know what to call him. We weren't friends, but we had a mutual respect for each other's strengths.

Then the siren went off, and my brain forgot about him, for now as the vaulted door let out a hiss of steam then swung open towards the outside. The light shined into my eyes, but it didn't touch me because I was crunched all the way in the back corner behind the slab of concrete that stuck out further than the rest of the walls. I didn't bother to check who it was. It was either always the same guards that came in, never speaking a word to me, placed a plate of a slice of bread and a single slice of shriveled meat as well as a small bowl of Borsch on the floor, or guards taking me to the floor. Only this time the siren didn't stop going.

I looked up at the guards as they peered down at me. They had bushy thick mustaches like everyone one else in this hell hole, and eyes that burned with the bad kind determination. They were dressed in proper Russian military attire, and fur hats. They placed their hands on their guns, and said, "Davayte idti bez kakikh-libo problem." (Let's go without any problems)

They let me stand up by myself then led me out of the cell. The vaulted door closed behind me, and I was emerged in artificial light that came from the hanging lamps on the ceiling. The soldiers ushered me past the other cells, where the laid empty. The cells once had other experiments in them, but they were destroyed after they thought that I was the only weapon they needed. Now I'm alone in the this hell, with only Russians to keep me company, and we all know how fun they are.

As we passed by the training room, where all of the experiments would go, I could help but think about him. I stopped at the window as a faint memory played out in the training room, and he was there. The guards pushed me forward, causing the memory to dissipate into nothing. I moved forward towards the two guards standing besides another vaulted door, and beyond that I had no idea.

They opened the door, and the guards pushed me forward, but as I stumbled forward, I grabbed his arm. I threw him bee my shoulder, and slammed his body onto the steel ground.

"Ne trogayte menya mudak!" I growled then stepped over his body. (Don't touch me asshole!)

I could see the chair beyond another glass panel, and I knew in that instant, why they brought me out of my cell. They sat me in the chair, and restrained my hands, ankles, and placed a steel collar around my neck that was attached to the chair then they left the room to observe from the other side of the glass.