ghost ★ [b. barnes/winter soldier]

★ SIX - шесть ★

six - alone
шесть - в одиночку

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I WAS HOLDING A KNIFE when I heard a horrifying scream echo throughout the torture chambers close to the training area. I gently held the piercing pieces of metal as I looked at the sharp objects with such hatred... Why did he want me to do such horrible things?

I gently flipped the knife in my hand before throwing it at the target with full force. It shattered when it hit the target with such force, metal shards falling everywhere...

I grabbed another knife and was about to fling it until I heard some guards outside the bolted doors. Their voices were full of joy, each one a different emotion then the other.

"-that was a good meal, very filling I must say," one sang with such delight as my head cocked to the side.

"The turkey was my favorite, biggest I've seen in a while!" Another laughed as I felt my stomach grumble at the mention of food, but then it clicked. It must of just been Thanksgiving.

Which was good and bad.

Now I knew I had been locked in this prison for a week and a half, surviving off crumbs of bread and a cup of chicken broth. I knew that Sam, Steve, and the Avengers were looking for me, it was just taking time. I didn't blame them, HYDRA was hard to find. Especially since they abandoned all their other lairs and made new ones.

I picked up another knife as I gently looked at the glass wall, I knew guards were sitting around a table probably gambling. They should be watching the trainees but they were too obsessed with a game of gain or loose. I heard the door opening behind me, the loud creaking noise of metal against metal.

I turned with such force the first one dropped in a millisecond of entering, the knife going right through his trachea. I threw the next knife into the others leg as I moved forward, knocking the wounded one in the nose before flipped him into the door. I grabbed the knife as I heard guards running down the hallway, I moved the opposite direction as I grabbed onto the pole above my head and pulled myself up.

I quickly watched as the guards passed under me, their heavy footsteps giving away their entrance into the training room. I heard the yells and shots of both the guards and trainees as I jumped down, I moved down the long hallway before stopping when I was at a fork in the hallways.

"Darling," he cooed behind me as I gripped the bloodied knife harder, my eyes closing tightly before opening. "It's not nice to kill my soldiers, nor is it nice to run away from me. Now, let's do this the easy way."

Three guards approached as I immediately knocked two of their heads together after grabbing their necks. They groaned as I stabbed the third one in the chest before using the two uneasy guards as leverage to knock the third against the wall as he hit his head and fell unconscious. The second guard tried to grab me but I kicked his crouch before twirling him and stabbing him in the leg, the first rushed at me as I threw the knife and if stabbed him in the heart. He gurgled his own blood before falling over, I stood slowly and pushed my hair behind my head.

"Tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue as I heard his boots against the ground. "Those were my three best guards, now, you've got me angry. Take her down."

I tried to react fast enough to escape the wires of the taser but I cried out as three hit me. One on my back, one on my leg, the other on my arm. I shook as I fell onto my knees, my mouth glued shut after I saw the victorious smirk on his face. When he turned, guards pinned me down as I tried to get them off but I felt like Jell-O. I managed to grab a knife from one of the guards holsters as I shoved it in my boot before they made me stand.