[DISCONTINUED] It's Complicated_AvengersFanfic_

_chapter 4 ~ broken_

Brooklyn was now at the base and she was for once in a happy mood. She walked into debrief and told them everything (except about Peggy) and left towards Norah's room.

"Mum!"
Brooklyn said excitedly.

"Oh my Brookys back!!!"
Norah said happily.

"Look we went on a mission and I saw that lady your always telling stories about and I figured since you can't see her I took a photo from her desk see!"
Brooklyn was very happy of her self but Norah looked confused.

Brooklyn remerged the particles of the photo and gave it to Norah.

Her eyes welled up with tears it was a photo of Peggy and Howard with a couple of other friends that Norah knew that were planning on beginning the company to stop evil within the world just like HYDRA. She let out a few sobs, as she missed her friends dearly. Every time she missed someone immensely she would write a letter and get Brooklyn to send it somewhere but she only gave the coordinates nothing less nothing more.

Time skip (1 year, year 2013)
Brooklyn, Sam, Maria and Norah had all been in cyro freeze since the last mission which was 1 year ago and shift and the arctic assassin were needed for multiple small assassination missions.
It was coming up to Brooklyn's 12 birthday and she definitely not excited every birthday since her first mission has been either spent in cyro or HYDRA purposely making it the worst day possible.

I was called into the room....
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There sat the large metal chair.
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The man stated that lately I've been reluctant and am straying from my full potential, but its not my fault, I have to cover for Sam. The soldiers are saying there's a need to change my words and commands. Please not again.
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with the chair there was no slow build up.
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Just full blast.
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Just electricity.
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Just pain.
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Words swirled in my head memories began leaving.
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One by one.
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Vanish
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The only memories remaining were of missions and my mother.
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Who am I?
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Blank,
I feel blank.
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Like a piece of paper with the smallest squiggle of writing telling me my only memory of my mother.
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"доброе утро солдат"
"Good morning soldier"
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"готов соблюдать"
("Ready to comply.")
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I felt my body move and a voice reply but this voice.... It is not mine.
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My body moved in it's own.
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It spoke on its own.
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It is as though this is not my body.
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Into a room I walked.
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I saw my mother and I knew instantly what was to happen.

Her eyes watery knowing what is to come.

'I must not cry, do not show any emotion'
I told my self.

Words rang over the speaker my metal hand clenched. I felt sparks go through my body nerves setting off in every part of my body.

As the words rang out, mum started talking.

"Oh my Brookie cookie.... What have they done to you...."
Her eyes pricked with tears.

"My baby I know that somewhere in there you can hear me...."

I try to scream and shout but I'm left in the black abyss of my mind this is different to the usual mind wiping maybe cause they left memories?

"My Brookie your so big, oh how you've grown... you so strong..."
She smiles at her self.

"I know what is to happen to me and I see that you are fighting very hard to stop yourself from hurting me"

A bead of sweat runs down from my head. I'm using all my strength to stop myself.