Shadow of the Past (Captain America) // ✔️ //

Chapter 17: The Nightmare

Antonia's head was spinning and she had no idea of where she was or what was going on. All she knew was that she was tied to a chair, unable to move, and the ropes and handcuffs were digging into her. It was hard to breath, but that wasn't what worried her. What worried her was the last thing she could recall, which was Barnes being ambushed by hydra Soldiers. She had tried to help him, but she was grabbed from behind, and no matter what she did, she couldn't break free. Before the man had knocked her out, she watched as Barnes was taken to the ground unable to fight the men off. She had no idea what happened after that. He could be seriously hurt or worse dead, but she did know that if one of those asshole hydra soldier hurt him, she was going to beat their asses.

Feeling a cold draft, she broke from her train of thought and forced her eyes open. She was alone in a dark room, which looked like some kind of a lab, and it looked relatively used. Blood strained the floor and walls, and there were large scratches on the tables. What were they doing in this lab?

Antonia didn't know, but she didn't like the idea of being in this Frankenstein lab, and she really didn't like that her shirt was opened, exposing the arc of her boobs and the arc reactor. Though she wondered what sick fuck unbuttoned her shirt, she was worried about what they were going to do to the reactor. She couldn't let them have, but there was nothing she could do. If I can hold out until Rogers gets here, it'll be fine, she thought.

Leaning her head back, she focused on freeing her hands from the ropes, though it took only a few seconds to realize that she wouldn't be able to break free of her restrains. It didn't mean she wouldn't look for a way out, because there had to be a way. She refused to believe that there was none. If she gave up, she wouldn't be a Stark.

Shaking her head, she glanced toward the door, but she could barely focus. Her head was still spinning. As she closed her eyes, the door to the room opened and two people walked in. She waited until they entered and the door closed before she opened her eyes. Johann Schmidt didn't take any introducing to know who he was, though it took her a few seconds to realize who the small man. It was Dr. Arnim Zola, the master mind behind the hydra weapons.

"She's awake," Schmidt stated. "I was worried that my soldiers had hurt you. We can't have that now."

Antonia glared, not liking the look that he was giving her. Why in the hell was he looking at her like that?

"You do not speak," Schmidt said as he stepped toward. "You have nothing to fear, Corporal Sark, well as long as you tell me what I want to know. I promise I will not hurt you."

Annoying her hatred at being called Sark, Antonia snorted, because she knew the bad guy handbook. She knew he was lying; no matter what she said or what happened, she wouldn't be safe. He would kill her after he was done with her.

"I just want to know what that device does in your chest." He paused and looked at Zola. "He believes it would be fatal to remove it." He turned back her. He stared at her as she glared. "You're quite interesting I must say."

She totally did not like the way he was looking at her. It looked like he wanted to eat her. Shaking her head, she turned to Zola, who looked like he was about to crap his pants. Antonia could probably yell boo and he would jump; how did that man last long with Schmidt, who looked like he was ready kill at any second? That was the issue with bad guys, you never knew when (not if) they would kill you. She kind of felt sorry, just kind of since they were holding her against her will and all.

Suddenly, Schmidt harshly grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. "It's such a shame." Antonia gave him a questioning, narrowing look. "Such a shame that the Americans would send a beautiful woman into the battlefield." He had a hard, bruising grip on her face that she couldn't break. "Are they afraid to face me themselves? I suppose so as much as they sent a woman." He studied her face. "It will be easier to break you, though"