Chapter 4

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Through the door were two beds. They held two men: My brother, Alex and my best friend Bucky. "Hello?" Bucky asked.
"Are you two okay?" I asked in a flustered panic.
"Alex won't be able to hear you. I've tried to talk to him, I think he's deaf." Bucky explained. I let a stray tear slide down my cheek as Steve came walking in.

"Don't try to talk to Alex, he's deaf." I explained to him.
A quick look of sadness and disappointment crossed his face, followed by another of determination. I think he has a crush said brother. "Come on. We need to get both of you out of here." I said, even though I knew Alex couldn't hear me.

Steve carried Alex as I carried Bucky until they were okay to run/walk themselves. "Alex jump." Steve commanded. It's good me and Alex decided to take disability classes. I signed for him to jump. "No!" He replied, grasping my left bicep. 'We'll jump at at the same time.' I signed, and he agreed. "3...2...1...GO!" He shouted as he jumped and I only pretended to jump to finally get him jump without me. He gives up shouting at me and runs out to guide everyone out and back to the camp.

"You both go. I need to get something." Was all I said before running up a flight of stairs. They started to shout after me, but were distracted by the sound of another man's voice. It wasn't my brother's, or any other that I recognised. I ran into the room we were in a minute ago. Only Peggy and Howard knew what we were doing, Peggy wanted us to call them to come and pick us up. I picked up the broken radio up off the floor. "Good luck calling anyone on this." I muttered, running back to the pair. But the were gone.

"You looking for the Captain and the Sergeant?" Asked the voice from earlier.
"Who and where are you?" I asked, angry, confused and fearful. Was I ever going to see Alex again? What about Bucky, or Steve? "Don't worry. You'll be fine. At least I hope you will be."
"What do you mean?" I called out.
"You'll be kept as a prisoner, and a test subject." He explained.

"Captain America and Sergeant Barnes will find me again" I shouted in anger.
"That's where you're wrong. You'll be sedated, transported and constantly moved around the globe."
"And what makes you think that I'll let you take me?" There was a silence, then there was a whisper behind me, "The sedative." Then I felt a needle find itself deep inside the right side of my neck.

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I've been sedated 67 times, by my count. I'm unconscious for about 12 hours with each shot, I've been missing for 33 days and 12 hours. Bucky, Alex and Steve must think I'm dead. Sometimes I woke up half way through different procedures, so they had to time the shots right and do tests in the times I was asleep. I was stuck in my thoughts until someone slapped me across the face. "OI LISTEN TO ME!" He yelled, it was Red Skull, the man who captured me.

"What?" I asked, still tired.
"We're going out. Don't bother trying to tidy up, you'll still be in rags anyway." he said, walking off. That's right, rags. They refused to bandage up my injuries, so I used fragments of my dress to serve as a temporary bandage. Someone took a photo of me, most likely to send to Steve, Bucky, Alex, Howard, Peggy and Colonel Phillips:

They cut my hair as it was getting in the way.

They dragged me onto a train with Dr Zola and then threw me into a cold freight car.

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(Bucky's P.O.V)

"Bucky! Buck!" Steve shouted, running towards me. "What?" I asked, what could be this urgent? Have they found Cerrie? Surely not. Cerrie's dead... "We need you and the rest of the commandos. Meet me at that truck, we'll make a plan there." He instructed, jogging off to said truck. "Dr Zola's on a train, we need to get to him." Steve explained. "We'll use the zipline to land on the train. There is only one hostage recorded, it is a female with fiery red hair and electric green eyes. Also, she has a unique red star on her cheek. It's a birthmark." He also shows us an image:

"THAT'S MY FUCKIN' SISTER!" It was Alex

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"THAT'S MY FUCKIN' SISTER!" It was Alex. "That's Cerrie!?" I asked in surprise. She's not dead!? After hearing this, we all rushed into three different trucks and headed off.

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(Back to Cerrie's P.O.V)

After what felt like 30 minutes in this freight car, two men came in holding crowbars. "Please! Don't hit me! Don't hurt me!" I pleaded, but they didn't listen, they just going on and on, hitting me, and hitting me. Several of my teeth were knocked out; a broken nose; a shattered ankle; and my bottom jaw was hanging on by thin tissue. What would they think of me now? Steve and Bucky would reject me, and Alex would throw me out onto the streets!

Why do I live?

As if on cue, two men came rushing in and shot one of the two men. A few more of HYDRA's men came and added to the fight, I ended up crawling into the other car. Three men were in there, they weren't HYRDA. But my sight was too blurry to see details. During my time at the base, they experimented on me. I now have fire powers, magic that could rival the gods, and I can shapeshift. I, for some reason, got a sudden burst of energy, picked up something circular and threw it at some HYDRA soldier, falling on my knees again. I could tell it was a HYDRA soldier because of the big red blur on his chest and shoulder, this caused the men to turn around.

"Cerrie?" One of them asked. That is one of the three voices I could recognise anywhere. I could only whimper in pain, as I could not talk with my jaw hanging off. It was Steve. They didn't even reject and neglect me, they ran up to me and hugged me. "Are you okay?" Alex asked, tears streaming down all of our faces. I shook my head, causing my jaw to bash against my cheek, scaring me. "It's okay if you can't talk. We'll just have Mr Stark get you a notepad when we get back!" Bucky said, panicking.

It was at that moment, the door closed and an android came marching through the door opposite. It tried to shoot at Steve, but he moved out the way. I couldn't move as quick as him in my weakened state, so he shot at me, causing what was left of my jaw to fall off and I was slammed into the wall. It was not very strong, so I went crashing through it. And I fell into a river, into an eternal sleep. 

My death.

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