Don't Forget Me

2

I stood in the elevator, with a migraine full of voices. I was in my old SHIELD uniform heading to a new office. The uniform was a black tactical suit. I had curled my bleached blonde hair and wore the glasses I bought. They were thick-ish, round framed glasses. I looked like a hipster Harry Potter. I stole a couple fake contacts from our costume division. They turned my eyes blue instead of my normal brown. I hated the look, I thought I looked creepy, but as I walked through the halls no one noticed me.

A man walked into the elevator I was in, he had curly hair, a brief case, and coffee. He was a standard level one, non-combat type man. He looked young, early twenties. He must have interned at SHIELD and had gotten some kind of job through it. He was by far the loudest voice in my head.

Why is she staring at me like that? Just relax, Alex. Look at your shoes, or find your phone. You can't look at your phone, you have things in your hands! She's still staring at you. Stand up straighter. I want to die. She can probably smell fear. She can't smell fear that's so stupid.

"Can't smell fear. But I can see it." I told him to measure his reactions. I needed to know what I was hearing was valid.

"Wha...what? I-I are..you..who?" Is she reading my mind.

"I'm not reading your mind." But I totally was. And I was freaking out as much as he was. I couldn't believe this was real. It was! I just read his mind! How is this possible? How is this possible? What else can I do?

"This-this my-lev-I have to go." He stuttered through rushing out of the elevator. I turned around looking out the large glass walls of the elevator. I probably should have taken the stairs, someone could see me. I had slipped up already. I pushed the next level, so I could exit and take the stairs. Someone walked into the elevator when I turned away.

"Level twenty. Rogers, Steven G." Son of a bitch. I kept my body turned from him, not daring to even look over at him, even though I was dying to. I hadn't seen him in two years. I could tell by the sound of his boots, he was on the other side of the the elevator.

Who is that? Why is she standing so weird? Do I know her? Just move a little to the left and maybe you could see her reflection.

I quickly turned my head to the right enough to block his view from my face. The elevator dinged.  I quickly rushed out, keeping my head down. I was such an idiot. How could I almost get noticed on my first day back! I blamed my lack of sleep for my stupidity. I walked down the halls of a rather quiet, and empty couple of levels. I had an office hidden in the back of the building, far away from everyone else.

I met with Fury, at nine o'clock like I promised and we discussed the next steps we needed to take. I told him absolutely everything about the mission I remembered. I flew into Siberia. My team and I infiltrated the base easily. But as we crept through the halls, it was clear there were hundreds of soldiers waiting for us. We pulled back. I was taken hostage and thrown into a room sized cage. I was forced to fight a man with a metal arm that was every bit as strong as I was. I finally escaped two days later.

"I want to go back, to Siberia." I admitted flipping the mysterious flash drive in my hand.

"I thought that thread was already closed." Fury brought up crossing his legs as he sat in the chair in front of me.

"Well, it was obvious they knew we were coming so that says someone in here knew I was going and told. I want to follow that lead. I want to go there, get out any information I can." Really it was our only option, our only considerable lead.

A pause went by as Fury sat back some more and titled his head before he warned, "That man with the metal arm, he might still be there."

"I'm planning on him being there. I'll be ready. I beat him once. This time I'll be armed." I had barely beat him. He was every bit as enhanced as I was. I still had no idea who he was, but I wanted to find out. He almost won the fight. There was no promise I'd win again.