So this is what overwhelming depression feels like. Like I don't want to get up, I don't see the point in getting up, I don't have any motivation to get up. My soon to be wife is missing, my best friend is missing, both of them probably hurt or injured. Liza is probably an emotional wreck, and hey, so am I. She should be here with me, lying next to me with her hand and head on my chest, smiling up at me. I would return that smile in an instant. I find myself missing the simplest of things about her. How she smiles in the morning, it reaching her eyes and warming her entire face. When she laughs at the simplest of things, setting a cheery tone to the day. How she would force herself into my arms at random moments, laying her head on my chest and wrapping her arms around me tightly. I just miss her.
I sigh, running my hair through my hand. Why do I feel like I'm never going to get her back again? Why does this feeling haunt me like this? God Jet, please be okay. For the love of god Jet, please be okay. I won't be able to live with myself if you're not okay. Please be okay. Please, please! There's a knock on my door, making me get out of bed. I walk through the hall way and open the door. Clint stand before me in uniform.
"Suit up. It's time to go." Clint says. I nod and close the door. I get into my suit and grab my shield. Please be okay Jet.
Jet' POV
I open my eyes, instantly confused as to where exactly I am. I look around the room, completely empty except for another man. His eyes lock on mine and I wave. He waves back, sadness clearly written across his face.
"Do you know your name?" he asks me.
"Yeah? It's.... it's..." I rack my mind, trying to remember who I am. Who am I? Where did I come from? Panic settles over me. Who am I?! I have to know! Where am I?! What's this ring on my left hand?!
"Calm down." the man says in a calm voice. My eyes lock on his. I feel like I should know him... that I DO know him. But I can't place a name, a place, anything. Who is he?! The door opens, snapping my attention to it. I look at the man who stands in the door way.
"Hello you two! It's great to see you guys are awake. We have your first mission for you today." he says in a cheery voice.
"Where are we?" I ask, trying my voice out. I'm surprised that it comes out as strong and steady, despite the fact that I'm freaking out.
"You are in Hydra." he responds, smiling at me.
"Who am I?" I ask, testing my bravery.
"You are the Iron Solider and that man over there? He's the Winter soldier. You guys answer to us, no questions asked. Just do anything and everything we say, refrain from asking too many questions, and keep yourself in line and we wont have any problems." he says in a steady voice.
"What's my target?" the Winter Soldier asks.
"Some old friends." Marcus says, smirking and throwing a cube to me. I catch it, running my thumb over surface of it. A metal suit forms around me, a computer system firing up.
"Hello ma'am. It's nice to see you." a voice says.
"Who are you?!" I ask, worry coursing through my veins.
"I'm Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, or you can call me J.A.R.V.I.S." the voice responds.
"Well let's go you too! It's time for some team bonding!" the man says, walking out of the room. The Winter Solider gets up and I follow. But who am I?
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Iron Soul (Sequel to Iron Vengeance)
Fanfic"Is she gone?" I ask. My voice that is usually strong and authoritative, shaking and weak. "No." "Then what the hell is wrong?!" "She's in a coma Steve." "Oh really? I never would have guessed that. "She may never be the same." "What do you...
