Sammy (MARVEL OC story) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 3

19-1-13's POV

     I don't know where I was at first, I had opened my else unable to breathe after another nightmare. The blanket I hadn't used was tangled in my legs as my clothes and hair clinged to my shaking and sweating body. I tried to reign in the panic attack as always but this one was one of the worst ones yet. I couldn't breathe and saw black dots in my vision as I heaved in air that couldn't fill my lungs. It was starting to burn, I somehow rolled onto the floor as I gasped for breathe. I didn't hear the door open thru the pounding of my heart in my ears. I felt someone sit me up, one hand was cold and I looked frantically into none other then The Winter Soldier's eyes. His human hand was on my chest and he was saying something I couldn't understand. The pounding in my head was getting worse. Grasping at my heart and closing my eyes I scrambled away from the man. I still couldn't breathe but being so close to someone was making it worse. I spun myself onto my hands and knees and balanced on one hand. Looking at my right hand in front of my face I let my hair hide my face as I latched my nails into my left shoulder. It was the most recent injury so it had the most pain. That stabbing sensation snapped me out of it within seconds. I let a straggled scream rip from my lips as I caught my breathe. I kept the man away before then by making my other side appear on my skin. The color from my other side had vanished as soon as I gripped the area. The man instantly went to my side. I growled and rolled onto my back. Kicking his chest I didn't miss the worried expression as he flew back a few feet and slid the rest of the way out the door. I was still breathing deeply as I laid back and ran my hair thru my hair. Closing my eyes I snapped my mouth shut.

"Close the door before I have second thoughts about letting you live!" I snapped at the soldier. He was to stunned to move but the door shut, Widow had came in. I stood to my feet and my hair fell over my eyes, brushing it out of my face I walked around the area to relax my shaking nerves. I needed to train. I sighed and began jogging around the small enclosure for about an hour. No idea how long tho. I just calculated the miles, roughly 5. That's a good warm up. I stopped between the support beams and ignored the cameras trained on my figure. I began doing push-ups. I imagined my trainer yelled at me and that pushed me to do more even as my arms began to shake. Huffing I laid on my back and began curl ups. I let my eyes dull as I focused on the burning in my muscles. I kept my breathing normal and began a few other things before I began jogging the room again. I stopped at five miles once again. Sitting on the cot I watched an agent place some mush in the cage they thought as food. I didn't need to eat so I sat where I was and closed my eyes. I had no orders. I didn't like it. I'm used to being barked at. I don't like sitting around doing nothing. I hate it.

"All alone I sit and wait.
All alone I watch them stray.
I feel my muscles itching.
Their wishing to spring.
I can't wait any longer.
All alone I sit and wait.
All alone I sit and wait.
Await the placement I am needing.
Awaiting the ache to burn away.
Awaiting the darkness to take me away.
All alone.
I sit.
And watch."

I sung softly. I kept my eyes closed as I hummed the little tune. I sung that one when I was around eight. I barely remembered the words. But they were there. I just had to dig a bit to get them. I heard quiet footsteps coming towards the door and I sprung up to attention, snapping my eyes open as I looked at Widow nearing the glass. The mush was gone so the agent had to have taken it at some point. Laying my gaze of the woman my eyes one again went to fearful once so I can trick even her.

"You caused quite the bruise to Bucky." She stated coldly.

"I apologize ma'am. I was startled and it was by reflex." I bowed to hide the smirk tugging my lips. I meant that it was reflex, I just lied about the startled part.

"At ease. Now. What is your name soldier?"

"Which one ma'am?"

"File name."

"19-1-13"

"Name not number."

"That is my name ma'am. each one matches a letter. But I am 19-1-13."

"Fine. Birthday?"

"Unknown"

"That's sad. Age?"

"19 according to my file."

"Pare-"

"None."

"Touchy subject noted. When did HYDRA take you?"

"I was born into them."

"Training?"

"Classified"

"Any family?"

"Dead sister"

"How?"

"I shot her between the eyes ma'am."

"Where are the other bases?"

"I do not know. That is for higher ups ma'am."

"you're lying soldier."

"I am stating only facts ma'am. I was only taken from my cell to kill, train, or to be put in my place."

"Erg fine."
I watched her storm out of the room. I wasn't given any orders. I don't like that. Sighing I went back to my training. I picked up the thin mattress on my cot and used some spare tape I hid to keep it attached to the support beam. I started punching it like I was taught. I needed to warm up before I just hit the beam. I had extra padding on my shins and arms along with my hands. This made sure I never broke anything. Not like it would matter, healing powers healed snapped bones in hours. I had destroyed the mattress, I had wanted to. I hated that stuff. It was annoying and to soft. I kicked the beam with my shine and felt something snap. Pain bloomed in my leg as I set it back down. I heard my trainer in my head telling me it was nothing. Narrowing my eyes I gladly kicked my leg back into the beam. Closing my eyes as I bit my tongue. Tasting the copper and warmth of blood I hopped over to the bed. Setting my leg straight I waited for it to heal. It filled me with a sick satisfaction as the bone pulled itself together. I'd always enjoyed the electricity that happened when I healed. It tickled after a bit and I giggled quietly. I hummed in thought as the lights shut off. I pushed off the blanket and pillow that was supplied and laid flat against the metal. This was more normal for me. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

-Dream-

     I stumbled thru the halls of HYDRA and towards the torture room. The memory was clear as day. The first time I realized that I was special.

     I ran into the room with large innocent eyes as my long hair swung to the side. Running over to a knife before the agents came in I stabbed it into my stomach. I let out a gasp as I looked at the wound heal itself up. Looking up with tears in my eyes I snapped my head to the doctor coming towards me. He grabbed my arm and jabbed the needle he held in his hand right into my arm. I screamed when my skin felt like it was on fire. It burned so bad. I choked on my tears as I fell to the floor.

-Dream End-

I shot up gripping my arm as the dull pain of the small scar flared up a bit. Gulping in air I steadied my heart and stood up. The lights were still off so I walked over to the beams again. Closing my eyes I breathed deeply and began the normal routine. Kicks, jabs, hooks, rams. The whole lot. I was getting sorta tired when the lights came on. I pushed harder and kept going. Biting my tongue again as some of my uniform ripped. Sighting I took off my shirt. It was annoying. I then looked at the scars littering my light tan skin. Workouts in the sun cause my skin to become darker then it would be. Taking a deep breath I began again without my shirt I was more comfortable, this meant I could train harder.