Sammy (MARVEL OC story) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 9

Sam's POV

After roughly 5 hours the jet landed and we were at our destination. I followed Widow as she walked over to Tony. I think that was his name anyway. I automatically tuned them out and looked around without moving my head. This place was large, and open. I can see why they like it here.

"Follow me soldier." Widow looked at me. I nodded and followed her to an elevator. Seriously rich folk need to use stairs not elevators. She put a key into one of the buttons and it turned red as she pressed it.

"You get your own floor. You have your own gym, kitchen, living room, and all that such. You are to call for me if you wish to leave your floor. You will call for JARVIS if you wish to call me or need anything." She told me as the elevator stopped. I nodded and stepped onto the floor. I felt the metal rub on my wrists, I completely forgot they were on me.

"Now that we are here can I please be released?" I forced a smile as I said this. I just want to get to the damn gym. She nodded and took off the restraints. I rubbed my wrists and walked down one of the hallways. Everything was grey in some way. It reminded me of HYDRA. I walked down the hall as saw a door with a poster resembling a jail cell. I sighed softly and opened the door, it was my bedroom after all. It was really basic, larger then my original cell which was a plus. There was a twin sized bed in the farthest corner that will probably never be used. Next to that was a end table with a lamp and clock on it. On the wall to my right was a desk with a computer on it, over all it was nice. I closed the door and walked around some more.

After a few hours I finally found the gym. I took off the hoodie I was wearing and threw it off somewhere, I turned my attention to the treadmill. Jogging over to it I started out as a regular person's jog. After a bit I sped it up to a regular person's run.

"Hey JARVIS can you turn on The Boy In The Bubble by Alex Benjamin?" I called out. JARVIS was the AI if I remembered correctly. So he could hear me from any place.

"Right away sir." I heard the british accented AI say. Soon after the song I wanted came on thru the speakers somewhere. I smiled and listened to the music as I kept running. I kept it repeating, getting off the treadmill I went to the punching bags.

"JARVIS where is the tape?" I looked around the gym for the stupid stuff.

"On top of the bag sir." I heard. Saying my thanks I reached up and grabbed the white tape. Humming to the song still playing I wrapped my hands and knuckles. I smiled and began my routine. As usual I was so caught up in it I didn't realize it had grown dark. I kept going, only getting out of it when Widow walked in. By that point I was soaked in sweat, my hair clinging to my face.

"Anything I can do for you ma'am?" I smiled. I gotta admit. I don't like smiling but I want to seem kinder then I am.

"No, we were just worried about where you went. Wait have you left the gym since you got here?" She gave me an odd look as she looked at me.

"I do believe I haven't left the gym since I found it. What time is it?" I knitted my eyebrows as I began taking off the tape.

"Its 7 am." She stated. I hummed an okay and grabbed my shirt. Slipping it on I looked at her.

"Well I haven't eaten since the cell so I'm going to the kitchen. Anything you want ma'am?" I turned to look at her. She shrugged so I just left down the hall towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge I grabbed some eggs, milk, butter, and a few other things.

"JARVIS play something depressing will ya?" I smirked. Listening to the very sad music filling the kitchen.

"Thank you!" I smiled. I began pretty much gliding around the kitchen as I began making french toast. The recipe from the guards, they had taught me to cook for missions and I always paid attention to it. It was fun. I grew to love cooking and music training. They were the ones I wasn't beaten constantly in.

"Hey what's with the depressing music JARVIS sh-" I heard a very annoying voice trying to overwrite my order. With a growl a butter knife was lodged in the wall, skimming the skin of the 40 something year old playboy.

"Don't your dare try to shut off my fucking music iron shit." I snapped, going back to cooking so I could tune the idiotic man out. They both had been surprised by the action, iron shit and Widow. I didn't care, no one touches my music.

"JARVIS you are to never turn off my music unless it is a direct order from me or Widow. Got it?" I growled under my breath. JARVIS showed he heard me by turning up the music to what it was before. I nodded softly and slid the finished toast pieces onto a black plate, sliding it on the counter behind me over to Widow. I went back to making my own as they talked. When I had three pieces from the left over stuff I put them on a plate and disappeared into my room while they were distracted with their own. I sat on the floor and ate one of the pieces, staring out the window at the city.

"JARVIS?"

"Yes sir?"

"Lock my door and play Serial Killer full blast in my room only. Mute all the other rooms and do not allow anyone other then miss Widow in." I hummed out, hearing the click of the electric lock JARVIS controlled. Soon after the deafening sound of my favorite song played thru my room.

I smiled and closed my eyes, standing up I placed my plate in my desk and began to dance around in boredom. I kept my eyes closed and slipped off my shoes so I could actually get into the dance. After the song was over I opened my eyes and looked at the window, my ears ringing from the loud noise.

"Go back to the depressing music from earlier. Turn it down to a comforting tone, but otherwise everything else is the same. If I begin thrashing around or having a nightmare NO ONE is allowed in my room." I hummed, walking over to the bed. Throwing off the sheets and pillows I threw off the mattress and repositioned the sheets and pillows on the bare metal frame. Laying on top of the items I slowly fell asleep to the music. As expected I went right into a nightmare. The same one as before. This will be hell, but no one should get hurt this time.