Pushing Daisies [BUCKY BARNES]

8

Tony and Bruce jumped simultaneously when Wes' tiny body slumped over onto the desktop. While Bruce rushed to make sure she was alright, Tony just stared at the screen which had throbbed to life.

It was completely black, but white would flicker through at times, and muffled voices could be heard. "What's going on?"

Bruce stood up now, staring at the monitor as well. "H-her subconscious. When the pain of thinking about these blocked out memories got too much to handle her prefrontal cortex shut down her nervous system. Now she's just reliving all these inside her head."

Both men jumped again as a bang ricocheted through the speakers, and light boomed across the screen. A tall man with messy dark hair stood over what they could only assume was Wes, as they were seeing the memory through her eyes.

"You WILL cooperate, почемучка."

One of Wes' screams ripped through the speaker and both men involuntarily shifted closer together, fear crawling its way up their spines.

"If you don't I will kill her." The perpetrators arm disappeared from the field of view, but when it came back holding a bloody scalpel both men couldn't help the shiver that ran through them.

"Please," Wes' tiny voice, sounding much much younger then she did now, echoed through the speakers. She sounded distraught, broken, and her voice cracked as though she had been screaming for hours. "Please don't hurt her."

Then the sound of ripping flesh was heard, and Bruce felt the overwhelming urge to puke. Wes was so sweet, so simple that for the half hour she had been in the lab he already felt a brotherly, almost paternal, bond to the small girl.

Tony felt the same sort of bond, just less strongly then Bruce did. He had been on a mission to figure out who his new cleaning lady was, and hadn't put much thought into the feelings she elicited from him, but when he heard her crying and the repeated sound of slicing skin he wanted nothing more then to deck that bastard in the face.

But both men remained silent as the scene suddenly changed.

A little girl, maybe three or four years old, was chained to the floor as Wes was dragged into a dark room. Blood stained the walls and weapons hung from hooks around the perimeter. The little girl was malnourished, but very obviously looked like Wes. The same light brown hair and blue eyes clued them in as to who she might be, but when Wes' screaming started again it was only confirmed.

"Ellie!" She screeched, thrashing against her captors, "ELLIE!"

The tiny girl looked up, a sliver of hope flashing across her face before the man from before stepped into the frame, backhanding her across the face. Then he turned to Wes, an wolfish smirk on his face. "You will not cooperate, солнцестояние," he mused, grabbing the little girl's chin and yanking her to her feet. "I will break you."

Wes' hysterical sobbing, her murmuring to her little sister was heart wrenching. "Ellie, Ellie I love you. I love you so much."

The tiny girl smiled, knowing by now what her fate was. While she was young, anyone who saw her could tell she was wise beyond her years. "I love you too, Lillian."

And just like that, with a simple flick of his wrist, her neck was snapped and she dropped to the ground like a rag doll.

Wes', or formerly known as Lillian, screamed erupted from her throat, her cries worsening and thundering through the speakers. And then the screen fell black again.

When the next memory opened, Wes was being dragged to a machine, and when they strapped her down and locked her head in place, forcing a mouthguard over her teeth, both men braced themselves. The screaming started soon after, and continued for a few minutes, before the machine stopped and she was pulled from its clutches, forced to stand on the floor.

The same man from before paced in front of her. "Do you know who you are?"

No response from Wes and he stalked towards her, grabbing her face. "WHO ARE YOU."

"I don't know." Wes murmured out, shrinking back as he let her go.

"Very good." Then he smiled. "война."

The Wes on the screen shuddered, her body moving backwards.

"падение." He started to stalk around her as her body reacted to his words. "сестра."

Then the screaming started, and Bruce was more then tempted to shut it off now. "солдат."

The list continued on and on, the reaction of the Wes on screen getting worse every passing second. "звезда"

"грузовой поезд"

"медсестра"

"Джеймс"

"зима"

At the last word, the screams halted. Wes suddenly stood to attention, staring straight at the man in front of her. "солдат, вы готовы выполнить?"

The screen faded to black, and the only thing the men heard before the machine shut itself off, was the quiet whisper of the man who had tortured Wes through all of her memories.

"Hail HYDRA."

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And here are your lovely translations, my fabulous readers!

война- war
падение - falling
сестра - sister
солдат - soldier
звезда - star
грузовой поезд - freight train
медсестра - nurse
Джеймс - James
зима - winter