We'll go down in history Remember me for centuries

18

They put us in a large truck containing Bucky in this uncalled for box. They handcuffed my wrist and my arms. They put a shock collar on me. Everytime I would or even attempt to use my powers it would shock me. And yes, I've tried it. Not a great feeling. I've never felt so, what's the word? Oh that's right, restrained. I noticed a guard getting too close to my thigh. I could see the anger flashing across Bucky's face. Ahh, sweet jealously. The guards hand gets closer and closer to my upper thigh. I flex my foot up kicking the guard as the other guards hold their guns at me.

"Woah, woah, woah. The guy was touching me. You can't blame a girl for that." I hold my arms up in defense.

"Detain her." A guard cuffs my ankles up.

"What's next, finger cuffs? I can move those." I wiggle my fingers as the guard turns around and faces back to me. He clasp on a heavy metal box over top my hands. It falls into my lap because of the weigh. I spoke too soon.

"Forgot to put this on you, sweetheart. Knowing you can escape with one twitch of your finger." The guard wiggles his fingers in my face. I glare at the guard. I know I said I don't want to kill anymore. I meant it, but this guy and the one that was touchy are exceptions.

"But you wont leave. Not without him." The guard chuckled looking over at Bucky. We get to where we're going as they walk me inside the building. They roll Bucky in his containment box. I stood next to him with two guards near me. The touchy guard walks over to me.

"Don't touch me." I warned him. He chuckles lightly and rest his hand on my lower back. I swiftly turn around and hit him with the metal box on my hands. Square in the mouth. The guy was gonna have a broken jaw. The guards close by hold up their guns at me as I raise my hands contained in the box over my head.

"I forewarned him not to touch and he did. I don't regret hitting him and I'm not sorry." I say casually.

"Jacket." I assume the commanding officer says as they unlock my chains except my ankles. They then place a restraining jacket over my torso. This is just wrong.

The guard takes my hands down from above my head and walks me down a hall. They put me in a room and cuffed my ankles to the chair with a long chain. There's a camera a few feet away from me facing the table. After a few minutes of waiting there, a man reveals himself.

"Hello, Ms. Ravenwood. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit? Your first name is Willow?" That man says.

"Oh, you are the crazy doctor. The psychologist. That's right my name is Willow. Sure, make your self comfortable. I definitely am." I smirk leaning back in the chair harshly because of no arm balance.

"I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are?" He asked as he sits down directly in front of me.

"Not necessarily. I was in my home at Bucharest. Where am I now?"

"You are in Berlin." The man says.

"Really? That's interesting." I say.

"Do you know what time period it is?" He asked.

"Lunch time?" I asked with a hint of uncertainty.

"Yes of course but you know its not 1940, correct?" He asked.

"I know. I've been sleeping for a long time." I trail off looking past him and at the door. The words ring in my ears. A familiar voice that I hated yet couldn't place a face to them.

"What happened after S.H.I.E.L.D?" He asked me.

"We left S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters not wanting to be apart of the destruction. We didn't want to do it anymore." I tell him honestly. That's all I can do. This camera means someone important is watching.