𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 - winter soldier.

bite my tongue

The two silent guards in the back of the group came up and opened the heavy metal doors to reveal-

"Shit, " I whispered.

The guards push me forward through the doorway. I forced myself to barely move. The room's lights slightly blind me.

The room was cold-hearted with a man that matched.

"Well, don't you juzt look--darling," the man in front of me said with disgust.

He put me in these chains to watch me rot away and die. It's working isn't? Or is my hair a little messy?

"Baron Wolfgang von Strucker," I greeted halfheartedly.

He perused his thin lips.

I smirked, "What's wrong? Did you expect something as graceful as a swan or a beautiful as a butterfly? I'd hate to break it to you but I'll never be those. No matter what you do to me."

I knew I could play with him, without me, he'd be a failure. And that he's betraying S.H.I.E.L.D. for HYDRA.

He spoke like a mighty snake with his German tongue, "Your commentz aren't needed nor your presentz..."

Strucker's words in circled my head. It took me a moment to understand and comprehend what he had just said.

"Wait-w-what?" My voice trailed. I tried to hide the shaking coming from my mouth as my head lowered in defeat, my hair dripping onto my face. My thoughts circled my mind, making me nauseated. Yup, I was right about the death thing. I just didn't expect it to actually happen...

Strucker turned opposite of me, spinning on one toe, "To break it down for your tiny brainz--you are not needed at this facility. Do not question my conceptz. You will be moved to another facility in another area."

My head perked up at his words. My eyes screwed holes into his back clothed in villain aestheticism. I lifted my shoulders, "When?"

Strucker's upper lip quivered, "Do not be zo bold. You will be moved with another accommodate."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "When," I repeated. "Where? Who?"

Strucker turned around to face me, "You're not cleared for dat..." He made eye contact with me. I challenged not to break away. I needed to stand up from myself. I needed to show I wasn't imitated by him. Was it working? I couldn't tell.

He shifted his left hand in a shooing motion. The guards grabbed my upper arms, pulling me up off of the floor.

Unfortunately for him, I wasn't finished, "I would like to know."

I huffed as one of the guards behind me kicked out my knees. I heard the smack against my clothing and the hard tile, too bad my nerves were too shot up to feel anything. Strucker bent down to my level, "Begleite diese ratte zu ihrem briefing für ihre reise.*"

*​​​​For non-German speakers: translation--"Accompany this rat to their briefing for their journey."

The guards chanted in different languages in response to Strucker before forcing me up once more and out of the room. They stopped only to shut the doors. We made our way down the hallways.

The soldiers' shoes clapped up and down while my raggy boots dragged on the tiles. My head sat on my shoulders lazily. I moved my eyelids down to show my bored expression. You have no idea how much I hate this: to be dragged around like a ragdoll.

I wanted to rest my eyes just for a second to fend off my thoughts. These were the times I missed not being able to listen to music. I remember this one quote about those people who listen to music all the time--how music helped them cope with their thoughts.