The genius tried to move, but she get anywhere. Either her body wasn't responding, or it was responding and she wasn't going anything anywhere, which was just as scary. "Help," she screamed, trying to move in the darkness. "HELLO!" she screamed, unable to make out her hands in front of her. "Is there anyone there?" she asked yelling, her voice shaking.
Her voice echoed in the darkness, leaving her to drown in her own voice. Though she could only hear herself, it was overwhelming, and she wanted- no, needed it to stop. She couldn't think or function as the echo got louder and louder. She tried to cover her ears, trying to block it out. However, it seemed to only get worse and she thought she was going to go crazy.
"M-make it stop," she cried, unable to take it. "It h-hurts." Her ears felt like they were on fire, and if she could feel her body, she would've sworn that her ears were bleeding. It was so intense that she couldn't feel anything besides pain. If she could speak or if someone could hear her, she would plead for her death. The sound was so deafening that she could no longer hear what the echoing words were.
She couldn't tell if she was speaking, or if words were even coming out of her mouth anymore. Even if they were, she wasn't sure what she would be saying. She wasn't even sure what specific words meant anymore as her mind felt like a haze. She didn't even know her name as all she knew was pain.
However, there was one thing that she knew. Even after losing feeling of her being, she knew she was screaming. She couldn't hear her scream, hear anything anymore really, but she was screaming. It was too much and she wished that the darkness would take her away. She wished this darkness would just end her as she couldn't take it anymore. It was too much. Just too much. It was-
"St..."
The pain started to die, and words started to make sense again; however, she still felt like surrounded by a heavy misty. Her mind felt weak, exhausted. She felt like she had been awake for...god knows how long.
"Star..."
There was that voice again, calling her name if that was her name.
"Stark," the man called again, but this time she felt something on her shoulder. She flinched under the touch, which was painful, but the man only seemed to squeeze harder. "She...to...a-waking..."
With the sudden return of feeling to her body, Antonia's brain was spinning, and she couldn't make out completely what he was saying. Was he even referring to her? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything besides her growing headache.
"...the device...she...awakes."
It was the same voice that had called her name, but he wasn't talking to her. He was ordering someone to do something, though Antonia wasn't sure what. All she knew was that the man was picking and pulling her into his warm chest.
"What...plan...to...do?" This time it was a different voice who was speaking, and like the last one, Antonia didn't recognized this voice. However, she wasn't sure if this was just a trick that her mind was playing on her.
"Need...awake," the first one said, as he patted her cheek with something wet.
Pain was coursing through her, sending tremors down her body. Antonia just wanted- no, needed it all to stop somehow so she could rest; however, she did not want to sleep. She didn't want to go back to that dark place. She didn't want to be alone with her guilt. Being alone was too much.
She groaned as he patted her cheek again. Why did this man keep hitting her? Did he not understand how annoying that was? "St-t-top," she muttered, her throat feeling like sand paper.

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Shadow of the Past (Captain America) // ✔️ //
FanfictionTrying to forget that today was March 15 and trying to escape the long lecture from Rogers, Antonia locks herself in her lab to work on a new project; however, she never expects her unfinished device to misfire and send her back to the sexist 1940's...