Jet's POV
I'm pushed into a room with a large chair in the center. It's dimly lit and something about it makes my stomach twist and turn. I sit down in the chair, restraints immediately clamping down on my legs and arms. My eyes go wide as the agent in front of me pushes my chest into the chair, a restraint wrapping around my chest tightly. My breath is instantly limited, my chest pounding as I try to fill my lungs with the oxygen I so desperately need. Panic rips through me, my brain screaming to run, to get out, to get to safety. A single names comes to mind as it does with anything related to safety or protection. Steve. Don't ask me why but my mind always associates that name with it.
"Agent 15, you need to calm down." the man says.
"I'm- I'm trying. I can't! I can't calm down!" I yell, my chest so tight that it feels like I might explode under the pressure.
"Calm down!" he snaps.
"I. CAN'T." I screech. I want to curl up in a ball, to hide my face and feel safe. Steve.
"Agent 15?" the man asks. I find myself getting light headed, everything becoming even more scary than it's ever been. "Agent 15?" The man sounds slightly concerned. "Agent 15?!" I try to respond but find its impossible. "She's having an anxiety attack! I want her on oxygen, a heart monitor, and an emotion wipe. Agent 15, please respond!" I feel so lightheaded that I can't stop myself from closing my eyes.
"Steve."
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I open my eyes slowly, my chest tight and pained. I look to my right to see an empty bed. I look to my left and see the boy's body. I turn my head so I'm glancing back at the ceiling.
"Who are you?" a small voice asks. I turn back to the small boy. He glances at me, his eyes filled with fear, wide and wondering.
"I'm agent 15, but you can call me Jennifer. Who are you?" I question.
"I'm...... I'm..... I can't remember.... I can't remember anything." I nod and push myself to a sitting position.
"Do you know where you are?" I ask. My phone dings from the charging station across the room. I push myself to my feet and walk towards it.I glance back the boy, his face full of confusion as he struggles to sort this whole situation out. I grab my phone off the charger and unlock it. "You're in Hydra." I state as I check the message on my phone.
Fill agent 17 in. Tell him where he is, who you are, what he's going to be a part of, all those details. I want both of you to suit up, formal suit, and head to dinner. After that visit Miranda in her room. Any questions?
I text back quickly.
No sir. I will begin immediately.
Hail Hydra
Hail Hydra.
I lock my phone and walk back over to the boy.
"Can you please explain to me what the heck is going on here?" his small voice asks, "Who are you and who am I and why can't I remember anything or anyone or-"
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Iron Will (sequel to Iron Soul)
FanfictionEveryone says that there is no destination on this road of your life. Well I am here to tell you that those people are idiots. There is a destination. Everyone fears it no matter how brave they seem to be. This destination, is death. I would introd...
