Never forgotten ~ Bucky Barnes

FOUR

I woke to the sound of silence. That's never good. I look at my left and right to get my bearings, when I notice I'm back in my cell. I quickly sit upright and back myself into the damp corner. I couldn't go back to Sargent Hollow.

I hear foot steps coming closer. Pressing myself to the damp dingy wall, as I await for whoever comes. Hoping they don't see my figure. As the footsteps grow closer and closer, I feel anxiety bubble in my gut telling me something is wrong. At the same time I feel ready and prepared of what's going to happen.

Keys jingle in hands outside my cell door. Fear replaces anxiety. The door opens slowly. So slow that the old cell door creaks as it opens up. A head sticks through. The person's head is balding and they have circular rimmed glasses that covers the blue eyes that belong to them. Aging is clear on his face from the wrinkles apon his forehead and the side of his eyes. As well as the indentation from all his fake but real smiles he gives out at certain times.

For some reason I feel like I know him. But in the wrong way, the kind that gives you chills and nightmares at night. My eyes re-adjusts back to the the man. Only to see him in my cell, about two feet away from my body. He's about four inches taller then me. Wearing a white lab coat, with a few discolorations on that I suspect to be stains.

"Hello, Sargent Hollow, welcome back to hydra. We look forward to your next mission with The Winter Solider". The man says to me with an eerie smile on his aging face. My eyes widen in fear as he backs up and calls guards in to take me out. I thrash around, trying to release the iron grip on me. However, I feel weak, the guards are stronger then I am. This scares me even more so then before.

After Thrashing around for so long made my whole body sore and tired. The guards black army boots, pound on concrete ground beneath them. They drag my body mercilessly against the floor, not caring if they scraped or cut my skin. Raw skin is all I feel, other than the numb-ness I feel in my chest.

The guards yell in Russian "Открой дверь!" I translate it in my head back to 'Open the door!'. I lift my head to see the door swing open, revealing a group of men also wearing white lab coats with mysterious stains. They drag me onto a chair that sat in the middle of the room. Strapping me by my wrists and ankles to the dentist like chair, they put a head piece that covers half my face over me. A man that has a full head of chestnut brown hair shuffles over to my sitting form. He tells me to open my mouth, which I obey, and shoves a mouth guard in it.

The man with circular rimmed glasses came over to me and put a syringe full of a sticky red substance in my arm. I only glance down at it before he gets back up. Another man comes over to him "she's starting to remember, him again. What should we do Zola" the man says. Zola I now know his name to be orders "wipe her and start again then. She will continue to shape the world for us". After Zola announced the order, everyone started to rush around the room.

Once they got everything sorted, they didn't even count down when they pulled the lever. Electric currents course through the head piece into my brain. A piercing scream escapes my mouth and echoes of the walls of the compound.

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I wake up with a scream coming out of my mouth. I dart my gaze up to the door that's opening. Scramming to get in the corner of the white room, the door fully opens revealing Steve in what seems to be pyjamas. He looks frazzled and worried.

"Betty, you're okay. It was just a nightmare. You're okay. Breathe" Steve tries to say in a calm manner. However, he fails miserably, he's trying to cover up his fear for me. I knew I was dangerous. A Monster.

"Stay, a-away. I don't w-want to hurt you". I tremble. I can't be weak. I must not be weak.

Standing up straight, I square my shoulders. Steve sees the slight difference in my posture and steps forward ever so slightly.

"Get. Out. I don't need your sympathy. I don't need your help. What I do need is to get out of here". I start walking forward as well. Masking up that I'm not scared. That I don't need them. I don't.

"Okay. Betty, I will. It's just me. Steve...your brother. Remember." Hesitation in his voice. When he says remember I freeze. It's one of my words to turn me into Sargent Hollow. My head and body turns towards him.

It was almost as if a switch flipped on half way. I couldn't control my body or mouth but I could control my thoughts. I could see what was happening but I didn't have control. It was like I'm in a glass box but nobody could hear me from Inside. It seemed like Steve froze too. Working it out in his head but not quite catching on what happened.

" где мои начальники? Где я?" I stated. But that's not me. Steve look confused and anxious. I saw a slight movement by his hand. Turns out he was calling someone by the name of Natasha. I look at Steve, masking my paranoia with anger in my eyes. By the small tremble in his brows I could tell he saw it too.

Suddenly the red head from earlier comes rushing through the corridor in her skin tight black suit. When Steve's sees her I realise that the red head was Natasha and by the fact Steve called her Natasha my hunch was correct. The only thing that I had to do was get back to my 'normal' self again. Remembering that hydra used to hit me over the head with a batton to help with my 'malfunction', I think of an idea.

Trying to get your limbs to work when you're not in control is a lot harder then how it sounds. However, after a few trys it works long enough for me to brace my hands on the glass wall. While swinging my head back, I put all my force into the swing and slam my head against the glass. Seeing blood slowly race down the glass was the last and most comforting thing before I feel myself get picked up and chained to the far wall. After that I close my eyes to wipe the dizziness from my eyes.

I keep my eyes closed, for what I counted, was five minutes. Gently I squint my eyes open. With a rush I remember my nightmare, Steve and hitting my head on the glass wall. But I don't know what happened before that. I don't know what day it is to tell how long I was out.

I lean my head forward and try to move fallen pieces of my hair from my face. Just as I was about to my hands get forcefully pulled back. Looking down I see my hands chained to either side of me. Re-calling what happens ten minutes ago, I lean my head back not bothering to look at the see through wall, and close my eyes.

This time I don't go to sleep though because I know if I do, the nightmares will come back. I feel their stares but i don't care. I just block out everything and focus on my breathing, because at this point in time that's the only thing I have control of.

~ где мои начальники? Где я?
Means: where are my superiors? Where am I?

Just thought you'd like to know. When I do use Russian I will put it at the end of each page for you guys to know what it means.