Trust Fall

Intro

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*I do not own Marvel or any of it's characters or material*
** I DO own Kathryn **
***I do not own the pics used***
****The pics are of the gorgeous Katheryn Winnick, whom I would choose to play my Kathryn****

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*POV Prisoner*
Cold. Silence. Darkness. Pain. These are the only things I know. These are the only things I have. I was going to die here, locked away where no-one would ever find me. This would be my tomb, this dark cell. If I had the strength, I'd be laughing. I had lost feeling in my extremities hours ago and now the darkness was wreaking havoc on my blankly staring eyes. In the darkness little spots of color would dance in the peripherals of my vision, vanishing when my eyes darted to catch them. The sharp pain of hunger had died as well, replaced with a strange twisting feeling. But what was really driving me mad was the silence. I could hear my pulse in my head and my breathing was an unpleasant rasp that echoed tauntingly off the concrete walls surrounding me. No other noise. No buzz of electricity. No drip or rush of water through pipes. No voices. Nothing. Not even the pitter patter of rats. No, we were too deep even for them. I let myself wander in and out of consciousness for hours, having completely lost track of time. Had I been down here for days? Weeks? Months? It didn't really matter, though, did it? No. Nothing really mattered. They had taught me that. They had beaten it into me that the only thing that mattered was following orders. Hail HYDRA.
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*POV Rogers*
"Place seems pretty deserted, Cap. You know, maybe that heat signature was a glitch. I told you it was too low to be human. And the glider's new systems are still just prototypes."
I adjusted my com, glaring accusingly into the dark bowels of the seemingly abandoned HYDRA nest. Sam was right. The upper floors hadn't been touched in weeks, possibly months. But we can't afford to overlook anything. Or anyone.
"Roger that. I'm going in through the stairwell. You take the elevator shaft. Buck, stick with me. Cover my six. I don't want any unfriendlies at my back." I pulled the night vision goggles down over my eyes and hefted my shield on my arm. I glanced at Buck to see him glaring distrustfully into the dark.
"You good?" I asked. Buck glanced at me and nodded, pulling his goggles down and over his eyes, his face now completely covered by his Winter Soldier face guard and goggles. I felt my chest tighten slightly.
"Yo, Cap. Did you forget about me? Or is it safe to assume I'm playing look out?" I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Clint. I figured you didn't need direction."
"No, of course. I get it. It's still nice to be acknowledged every once in a while, Cap." I chuckled.
"Needy." I muttered under my breath. "Okay. Let's move." I nodded at Buck and began the descent into darkness.
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*POV Prisoner*
Am I still alive? God. I can't even tell anymore. No, my head is beginning to ache again.
Why is it taking so long? Why won't this body just give up already?
Are my eyes open or closed?
I paused.
What is that? I swear I felt a vibration.
There it is again. So faint, but it's there.
Or my mind is finally breaking.
A loud squeal of steel hinges reached my ears. Then silence. Nothing.
Ha. I have officially lost my mind.
"It's coming from over there. Towards the back." A voice, just barely above a husky whisper, reached my sound deprived ears. A flicker of light cast shadows through the small window in the door of my cell.
Was this real? No. They said I was too deep to be found. I must be hallucinating.
Heavy but precise foot steps approached, stopping just beyong the steel door. A sound like shuffling papers.
"Sergeant Kathryn Savage? What the hell is this?" The same voice from before asked in a breathy whisper.
I knew that name. Kathryn. At the thought a sudden flash of fresh pain lanced across my brain like lightening, making me gasp in shock.
Silence from the other side. After what felt like an eternity, a new voice spoke.
"Are we just gunna stand here or are you gunna open the damn door?"
So there were two of them. Another flicker of light, this time blinding in intensity, glared through the small window, temporarily painting the walls white with light.
"I don't see anything" The first voice whispered.
"Hello? If there's someone in there, I need you to stand up and move to the opposite wall." I lay still, unable to so much as twitch a finger. "I am coming in." The voice announced. The sound of the bolt being scraped opened was music to my ears. It may be a hallucination, but at least it's a damn good one. If I could, I'd be grinning like an idiot.
The door screeched open and suddenly the room was bathed in brilliant white light. My eyes snapped shut in protest. I could hear more footsteps as they entered. After a moment I heard a curse.
"Shit." There was a shuffling then my vision was stained red by light shining through my eye lids.
"Buck, check her pulse. Sam? Get down here! We found someone. Clint, we need medical on standby stat!"
I felt someone grab my hand from the hard floor and something cool press against the inside of my wrist.
"There's a steady pulse, but it's faint. And she's cool to the touch. God. How long you think she's been down here?" The second voice held a clipped edge to it, like barely concealed rage. Suddenly the light seared my vision as one of my eye lids was pried open. I gasped at the searing pain.
"Ma'am? Can you hear me?" I couldn't find my voice to tell him to stop trying to blind me, but all that came out was a weak rasping choking sound. "Sam! Where the hell are you?!"
Who's Sam? I thought vaguely. The dark promise of unconsciousness was starting to pull me, but I wasn't ready to let go of this dream. It was just starting to get good. Another set of footsteps could be heard thundering down the hall towards us.
"I'm here, Cap. This place is a damn maze." Suddenly, my body was jerked upwards by what felt like two warm, steel bars under my back and knees.
"Fly her out through the shaft. She needs med evac now!" I was jostled around for a moment, suddenly aware of an ache in my shoulders. The darkness suddenly gave a sharp tug and I felt myself falling away from the vivid dream.
No. Not yet. Please.
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*POV Rogers*
"Let's go. I don't think there's anything else here." I stated, glancing around the squalid cell. It was empty, save for the small pile of tattered blankets and towels we had found the woman laying on. I looked up at Buck. His eyes were glued on the pile of blankets, his fists white knuckled causing the new prototype metal arm to whir spastically.
"Buck." I waited for him to tear his eyes away and meet mine. His eyes were hard and cold. Unforgiving. He nodded and we hurried out to meet Sam and our rescued captive.
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POV Prisoner
I'm dead now. I know it. No pain. No weight. No voices. No cold. I'm dead. That's the only plausible explanation. Wait. What is that? A sudden sting in my arm caused me to flinch. No. No more experiments. Just let me die in peace. Please. Then voices. Faint but getting louder.
"...in the lower levels..."
"...-ryn on the chart outside the door..."
"...stop fighting us, honey. We're trying to hel-..."
An ache began spreading through me, starting in my legs followed by a chill that reached my bones. No. I don't want to feel.
"Hold her still!"
"I can't get the IV in!"
"Strap her down!"
No! No more needles. No more straps. Don't touch me!
"Sam, grab the IV. I've got her."
"Buck! She needs medical attention!"
"No shit. She can get it at the compound. I'll hold her on the quin and you can do her IV."
Suddenly the cold chill stopped in it's tracks and began receding. More warm bars wrapped around my shoulders and legs. It felt... nice. But I couldn't be sure. A sudden jostling caused a spike of pain to arch up my spine, eliciting a weak whimper from my throat. Something warm rubbed gently against my arm
"You're okay, doll. I gotcha." The vibration of the voice echoed on my left. It wasn't unpleasant.
I want to be closer to that voice. I can't let it get away. I reached out blindly, my fingers brushing something soft. I latched on for dear life.
"Shhh. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere." That was the last thing I heard before once again being dragged into the darkness.
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*POV Barnes*
The woman was barely alive. Her eyes were closed and sunken. Her skin was pale and ashy. She was severely malnourished and underweight. But that's not what got me. It was the scars on her temples. About the size of quarters, barely visible, two on each side. Electroshock therapy. And a band on each wrist and across her throat. Restraints. She's lost consciousness again, just before take off. Even in her state, her hand grasped the front of my jacket firmly, as though it were her only tether to this world. To her, it probably is.
"Give me her hand." I tore my eyes from her and gave Sam her right hand for the IV. He expertly found a vein and hooked her up.
"What's our ETA?" I shouted over my shoulder, not daring to put her down for fear of hurting her.
"Two hours and eight minutes as the eagle flies." Barton called back. I sighed, and sat back against the wall of the quinjet, adjusting the woman-Kathryn- in my lap. I studied her some more. She had long dark lashes and thick blonde hair. And a faint scar running across the bridge of her nose from her right eyebrow, across her nose, and fading across her left cheek. How the hell did she survive down there alone for so long? Why had they left her behind? Was this a part of some plan by HYDRA? Was she an experiment? Like me?

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