"She's a secret, but some secrets are worth being told."
[ book one of assassin series]
[ daughter of hawkeye oc x peter parker ]
[ Captain America: Civil War ]
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I realized that I had made a mistake. Not the same mistake HYDRA thought I had made, but the mistake of being getting caught. I'd lost my focus when I saw Tony's footprints in the snow; emotions, apparently, were my new found weakness.
There was a sense of nausea that woke me up, I felt my head tip back, then fall forward against my will. You never really realize how heavy your head is until you're waking up. A painful wince came from me then sliced through the air as my vision returned and I scanned the dark room. Steele chains attached to the stone walls and locked my wrists, holding my arms out against my will.
Oh no, fearful thoughts entered my head. They couldn't have brought me here.
My feet were locked down, and no matter how hard I tried, my ankles wouldn't budge. They were locked to the iron gate I was currently standing on. A cold breeze blew from beneath my feet.
Not here. Anywhere but here.
I whipped my head around, to scan the room again. When I was certain of where I was my heart sank.
This is the Containment Room.
The Containment Room was one of the many forms of Hell that HYDRA had constructed for me. It was specially designed for me, with the fire proof steel walls and chains, along with the steel gate that would open without warning, dropping me into icy depths of water and sharp ice. They called it The Ice Box, my child-like time-out in the form of my own freezing Hell.
"No, no, no...," I groaned to myself with the disapproving shake of my head. I couldn't be here, anywhere but here. My head fell back again, my eyes couldn't focus, everything was blurry and moving too slow. They must've modified the knock out serum for me since the last time I was here. By the time I woke up in the past, the serum would wear off and I would be able to hold a conversation. But now, if it weren't for these chains I'd probably still be on the floor, rolling around in agony.
"My greatest creation finally decided to return." His voice pinpointed all the fear and guilt in my brain. A knife twisted in my gut, daring me to vomit, at the sound of his voice. An icky feeling rolled through my body.
The Maker emerged from the shadows, his hands calmly at the sides of his black trench robe. He never showed raw emotion, only what you thought you wanted to see, and even then, he could be playing games with your mind, making you think you want to see one thing, when you really want to see another. His mouth played a sweet grin, that didn't serve justice to what types of evil he was capable of. I couldn't tell if he were happy to see me, or happy that his secret base hadn't been located. Whichever, the simple idea made him grin down at me.
