Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

THREE

Walking down long halls have never been my forte. It bringing dark memories that I hardly remember, but getting slight flashbacks.

Out of habit I look at everyone discreetly and ways for me to escape. To my left was the red haired lady. She was a little taller then me by two inches. Me being five foot was quite short, height can be conceiving. My height means nothing to me, if anything I use it to my advantage. She could hold her own. Put up a good fight, but she could not beat me. Her face told a story in it's self, even without words pilling out her mouth. The red head held a good emotionless facade, she was an expert. An assassin. Though it would trick other people. Not me I've seen people try and hide their fear and anxiety from me. Everyone feared me. Rightfully so, and so did She.

On my right,Steve, the guy who claimed to be my brother. I didn't trust him. I still don't. His face also told a story more so then the red head. He didn't know how to mask it. So everything he was feeling. You could see it clear on his face. Steve was anxious beyond the red head. The thing that caught me by surprise was the fact he was the only one that didn't show me any fear. Instead he showed me sadness. Guilt. Regret. All these confused me.

My thoughts are interrupted by everyone coming to a halt. I stare straight a head, not making eye contact with anyone. A door opens guards take either side of this short corridor. They follow until another door comes infrount they open that door too.

Once the last door is open, I quietly suck in a breath. A dark skinned man sits at large desk with a black eye patch. He stands and walks over to us. Eyeing him up and down he comes to the height of 6'2". Around the the large desk was many people. Some of which I've never known. However, I knew one person in particular Tony Stark.

Something within me snapped and I turned around to the guard holding me by the cuffs and twisted. I wrapped my hands around his neck and harshly squeezed. Once he slumped down, I went to the other two guards and wrapped my metal and non-metal legs around one of the guards torsos swinging myself round while grabbing the other guards head and snapped his neck.

With all the guards down I swung at the red head. Before she knew what was coming, my cuffs hit her temple knocking her out. Before anything else can happen I feel a prick in my neck and I instantly knew what it was. I couldn't go back. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I want to be finally free.

It doesn't happen though because I feel my eyes start to droop. Black clouds forming in my eyes. Afraid they would put me in a cell again I start screaming. "GET AWAY FROM ME!! GET AWAY"

I feel arms try and wrap around me. I try and fight them and only get out of a pair of arms before the room and everyone starts spinning. After that my world goes black.

~ 3 hours and 47 minutes later ~

I wake up to a completely white room with a wall made out of glass. I'm laying on a cot that's shackled to the wall. The pillow under my head was hard and I could feel the metal cot under my body, digging into my flesh.

I jump up not wasting any time to look around the room anymore and run to the glass wall. I start punching the glass over and over again, not stopping. I can feel the blood leak out of my hands but it doesn't bother me. I start to scream at who ever is there not caring who looks at me. "LET ME OUT. PLEASE. LET ME OUT. I CAN'T GO BACK. I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL KILL YOU ALL" .

~ 3rd person ~

Everyone looked at the girl horrified as she keeps hitting the glass wall hardly making a dent. Steve was the most worried for his sister out of everyone. He wants to help Betty with everything he's got. But he's not sure if that's enough. He wants his sister back the way she was before the red room and where ever else they had her. He looks back up the glass window to see blood smeared on the glass. Betty's blood was smeared everywhere.

Betty doesn't stop. She never got tired of hitting her hands against the wall. She would however switch from her hands to her legs kicking and Kneeing the wall. She continued to scream even though her voice was starting to get hoarse. At Some point Betty started to scream and yell in Russian. The only one who understood her was Natasha Romanoff.

Everyone wanted to know what Betty was saying, but Natasha wouldn't buge. She kept her mouth shut. Doing this everyone started to worry. Never had anyone get to Natasha this badly as Betty had done.

What Natasha hadn't told her team was that. Betty was yelling at them. Telling them how she was going to kill each one of them. Each kill she was saying was in a different unique way, Betty went in such detail that it scared Natasha.

Although Betty was yelling those threats Natasha could see the vacant look in her hazel eyes. She knew that look all too well. Betty might not know who the other organisation was but Natasha knew one hundred percent that it was Hydra.

One thing Natasha new was that she was going to help Betty along side Steve.

For the first time the Avengers saw something different in Natasha. They didn't know what made her change. However, they saw the determined look in her eyes, they knew it was going to help. A lot. She knew it too.