Mine

Chapter Twelve

My body awoke with a feeling of metal pressed against me. I open one of my eyes, seeing the same bright light from last time. Bucky was nowhere to be seen, but I knew he must be close. Sure enough he was sitting in the same chair next to he, doctors playing with something connected to his head. A mouthguard hung from his lips, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Она не спит.” someone says running up to me. (She’s awake)

My heart skips a beat as I turn my head to my right arm, seeing the arm. It was still there from when I fell asleep. I turn my head to the left, seeing another metal arm connected to my shoulder. I attempt to get out of my restraints, but they were too tight. I want to break these…..these….machines off of me. There is no reason for them to do this to me, I did nothing to them!

It was weird though, there was no pain with the arms. They felt like my real, flesh arms. Although they are a bit heavier than normal arms. They also are metal, so they felt cool against my skin.

“Perfect.” someone spoke english.

“What happened to my arms?” I ask surprisingly strong.

“You are just a new trial for us, it seems like it was a success.” the man with the gray suit walks into my vision.

“Mr. Strandolf, should we do VA5434?” A person with a clipboard asks.

“Of course, get her ready. We start in twenty minutes.”

After this Mr.Strandolf guy says twenty minutes the doors burst open. I crane my neck to look to see who entered. Tons of guards storm in, making way towards me. Their guys start to raise as a doctor unclips me from my leather bounds.

They probably were expecting me to fight them, but I don’t know what to do in a situation like this. If I had a knife though, I could pretend that these people were carrots. They would be chopped up in minutes.

Three guards throw me off the chair, dragging me out of the hall by my arms. They roughly pull on them, making sure they were fully attached to me. We walk down a long corridor until we hit our destination. One guard opens the door we stopped at, and threw me in. You see, I was not expecting to go tumbling down stairs. But I did.

Someone who was already at the bottom of the stairs took a grab at me, but I did something. I punched him with my right fist. My metal hand connecting with his jaw. I heard my arm click a few times as the person hit the floor.

I jump a little bit once I hear clapping behind me. I turn around to see a bald man, the only person i'm guessing is the leader. “Did you get that?” the man asks the void around us.

Clints POV (yall didnt see that)

The team stood around the conference room, not saying a single thing. My back was against the furthest wall from the screen. My heart thumps rapidly as I replay the video in my head. I know I shouldn't, but those images were now stamped in my mind.

Tony stood up from his seated position, walking over to the computer. All sorrowful eyes were on him. “Search where that video was recorded from.” the billionaire says quietly.

“On it sir.” the A.I says.

The screen lights up different codes, nothing in the english language. I watch the screen come up with nothing after a few minutes of searching. Tony’s hands grip the table,“Find anything on the video! Anything! Even if may be something useless. Find everything you know.”

Steve gets up from his chair, storming out of the room. The door slamming shut behind him, making a few of us jump. Natasha was the next person to speak, “he must be having a rough time. I mean he found out his best friend isn't dead after all of these years, but he is one of the most feared assassin. The love of his life is missing, now one of HYDRAS experiments.”

“He didn’t sleep last night.” I start. “I could hear him crying at around midnight.”

“He left his room multiple night, throwing punches at the punching bag. I have Friday keep tabs on him for me.” Tony's says.

“We need to get his best friend and girlfriend back. I mean (Y/n) wasn't just Steves girlfriend, she was also my friend. She was Sam's counselor. She was Tony’s smile. She was even the person that put a genuine smile on Furys face.” Natasha says, a slightly pained smile on her face.

“We need to get her back.” Wanda says.

“We can’t exactly do that. We need to find the base first to find her.”

“She isn't the only person we are looking for. I mean Bucky gets to leave for missions, so let's just follow him.” Sam says.

“He is a trained assassin, we can’t just follow him. He is trained to hide from people following him. Plus he will have HYDRA agents at his beckon call. What are we going to do?”

“Well we are not going to be doing anything, well as a group. Who here do you think is able to have the most cover?” Tony asks.

Everyone looks around the room, me included. I am so confused, there is nobody that could hide from the agents that want use murdered. Tony slaps his forehead, “That’s a bad clue. He isn't even here at the moment.”

“My brother.” everything became clear once those words escaped Wanda's lips.

“Pietro is the only one that can be around Hydra agents, only because we know he won’t get caught. He can pop in, get our girl and leave.”

“We used to work with Hydra, they will know if he is there.”

“Yeah, but they won't expect it.”

Wanda sits back in her chair, a sigh escaping her lips. She nods, knowing this has to be done. I walk up to her, placing my hand on her shoulder. (Y/n) needs to be saved, we don't know how long she will last with those arms.

“Wanda please get your brother to help us. Everyone else, do not let Steve know what we are doing. We don’t need him interfering with what we are doing. Got it” Tony asks, arms crossed as spoke.

“Let’s do this for Steve, but most importantly for (y/n).” Natasha stands up from her chair.

I follow her out of the room, she doesn't know it though. As I reach out to grab her arm, I hear a small sniffle. Is she crying? I have never seen her cry before. She turns to face me, like she knew I followed her.

“She doesn't deserve this. She has never wronged anyone before, why does she have to be this test subject. She will never be the same, Hydra ruined her. Her innocence is now lost.” Natasha says, tears running down her cheeks.

I reach out towards her, pulling her in for a hug. “We will get her home.” I whisper, trying to convince her and myself.