Doll: A Bucky Barnes FanFiction

Darkness

Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open and all she could see was a dimly lit concrete wall in front of her. She groaned a second, a massive headache filling her head, before realizing that she was laying on the floor of what seemed to be a concrete box. She took in the sight of the walls around her and looked up to where a tiny white light hung from the ceiling, just out of reach. As she sat up, pressing her back against the concrete wall behind her, she spotted the door on the wall to her right.

Suddenly, it swung open, causing Elizabeth to jump suddenly to her feet, only to collapse back down because of the blood rushing to her head. She watched two guards enter, only to be followed by a man dressed in a lab coat.

"Stand," the man ordered, not even bothering to look at her. Elizabeth refused to but quickly found herself being yanked up while the doctor looked at her with a bored expression on his face.

"All this trouble and you're just another American infidel," the man huffed, his distinctly Russian accent echoing in the concrete room.

"What the hell do you want with me?" Elizabeth demanded.

"Surgery, apparently. The last one wasn't good enough," the man replied. He turned and ushered Elizabeth to be brought with him. She was grabbed by both guards, and handcuffs were placed tightly behind her back and on her wrists, causing her to yelp in pain.

She fought the guards all the way down the hallway until suddenly she felt an intense wave of electricity shock her in the back. Her body went limp, and she was pulled into a rather large concrete room.

Elizabeth was set back down on her feet, and she stumbled a bit when the guards let go of her. She looked around again, noticing the lack of windows. There was a lot of lab equipment around, with different surgical trays containing instruments for surgery. There were two tube-like chambers, one of which was open, the other contained something. Elizabeth's eyes widened when she noticed that it contained a person.

"What the hell is this?" She demanded.

"Cryo-freezing, ever heard of it?" the doctor asked, motioning her over to the tube. She followed him wearily, not sure if she wanted to see the poor soul in the tube. When she didn't respond, the doctor continued. "It puts people into a suspended state so that they can live forever, and become the perfect weapon."

Elizabeth peered into the tube and caught a glimpse at the face there.

"No," she whispered, recognizing the perfect brown hair, chiseled jaw, and the closed eyelids that held nothing but the blue skies behind them. "He died."

"No, my dear, he did not."

"What did you do to him?" She demanded, noticing a metal, shining arm attached to his left side.

"We're perfecting him."

"I won't help you perform surgery on him," Elizabeth said, her eyes still looking at the tube. She refused to turn him into some creature for Hydra to use.

"Oh no, my dear. I never said that you would be performing the surgery," the doctor said, emphasizing the 'performing' with a wicked smile. Elizabeth tore her eyes away for a moment to look the doctor in the face.

"What?" She frowned.

"You are having the surgery."

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Hours later, Elizabeth found herself laying on a metal table, just waking up from her surgery. As her eyes flickered open, she realized that she could only see out of one eye. The other, her right eye, was covered with a patch. She struggled to remove it, but there were large restraints holding her down. Suddenly, the doctor appeared in front of her, examining her closely.