» healer // b. barnes

» five. her

1979. Hydra facility: Siberia, Soviet Union

The newly named 'Winter Soldier' was once again carrying me to a new room. The gunshot wound in my leg miraculously healed all on its own since the injection. To be honest, I felt amazing now. I felt stronger, faster and smarter. I felt like I belonged here. I would have walked, but I was told that I needed to be carried. I was given two legs for a reason and here I am, not even permitted to use them.

The Winter Soldier took me back to the first room, where I was stripped of my clothing completely. There, the women from earlier were waiting. They each had a different clothing item, all completely black. They said something to the soldier and he turned around. It was only the five of us in the room, no guards or anyone else.

The uniform that I had been given was in many ways similar to The Winter Soldiers. It hugged everything perfectly, making me feel incredibly hot, not to brag. The top had many different clasp and buckles, similar to his. The pants were different. His were tight, but not skin tight, like my pair. Mine were incredibly tight looking from the outside, but they were actually very comfortable and easy to move in, shockingly. My boots were just simple lace up combat boots.

The whole time, everyone was silent. No one made a sound. I'm my head, I was screaming about how cool I looked, but on the outside I kept my poker face.

I finished tying my boots and stood up. I walked in front of The Winter Soldier to get his attention. Originally I was going to talk to him, but out of fear for our-mostly mine-safety, I didn't. I kept quiet. He looked me up and down. That look of pride from earlier coming back into his face.

He reached around and grabbed another piece of clothing off the table, a jacket. His jacket from earlier. I gave him a confused glance; he just motioned for me to put it on, which I did. Now, the jacket felt even better. There seemed to now be a certain edge that followed me around. He nodded and walked out of the room. I stopped and smiled to the three women, silently thanking them for getting me clothing.

The radio on the side of his belt started making noises, "Приходите в главную комнату."

He said nothing to notify them of us hearing them, he just changed the direction we were walking in. He had such long legs, making him walk quickly. I already have short legs to begin with, plus I seem to have a limp from the bullet.

"Listen closely," I turned my head slightly to him, still trying to keep in pace, "what were going to see next is going to hurt both of us a lot. Got it? You cannot try and take my pain away after it, you're going to kill yourself from your pain and mine combined. Only take what you have to make it seem like you took all of it."

"Okay." There was nothing else to say; there was nothing else I could have said. Like always, we reached a door, which cut off our conversation completely.

       This room seemed to have no end to it. Even though there was so much equipment inside, the room still looked like it could fit a tiny village.

        In the very center of he room, there was a chair. It was different than any I've seen before. Similar to the chair earlier, there were restraints on the arms, but I could not see if there was any on the legs. There was two lights hanging over top of the chair, making it the most well lit object in the room. Right underneath of the lights, there was some thing that seemed to move up and down.