Rogue Solider

Punching Away Memories

In loving memory of Stan Lee. Thank you for changing my life and opening my eyes to things more. I will be forever inspired by you.

I was on the workout room letting off some steam. I had another dream about Jess and i knew there was no going back to sleep. As i was punching a punching bag i got flashbacks to when i was in H.Y.D.R.A

I woke up to being strapped to a surgery bed. I was drugged that much I knew. There were needles in my body. I heard someone say "She will be our super solider. She will train under the Winter Solider."

I punched the bag harder with tears brimming in my eyes.

I was unstrapped and dragged off the bed. I look up and see that the door is wide open. I spring up and sprint to  the door as fast as my drugged mind would let me. I feel a sting in the left side of my waist. I scream and fall to the floor.

I punch harder and let a tear fall from each eye.

I look up and see a man with a metal arm with a red star on the shoulder. He picks me up by my arms, throw me over his shoulder, and chain me up back to the wall. He made eye contact with me and went to walk away but Donovan stopped him and whispered in his ear.

I punch the bag picturing it as Donovan letting a few more tears fall.

Metal Arm dude looks at me then back hands me with his metal hand. I feel a flesh hand grab my throat and pin me to the wall. "That will happen as you try to escape, and the electric shock if you step out of line.... Just some food for thought." Then i was left alone in my cell.

I punch harder and hear a tear in the bag. I keep punching as more and more tears fall. With one last punch the chain breaks and the bag flies backwards 30 feet or so to the wall behind it.

I lift up my tank top and rub my thumb lightly over the scar of where i took the taxing device out. I reach around to my lower back where Donovan carved 009 into me with a knife.

"Well I've seen only one person strong enugh to do that. You just might give him a run for his money." A male vouce said.

"Yeah well you're welcome for the show." I said sarcastically.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I asked hanging another punching bag.

I heard footsteps from behind a rack of weights. I turn around and see a black boot followed by black trousers and brown leather trench coat. Eventually i saw the face and it was a bald man with a black eye patch.

"I'm Nick Fury. Director of Shield."
He said.

"How do i know I can trust you?" I asked

"Well you just have to take my word for it don't you? Now to why i'm here." Nick said.

"You want to ask me to do a mission in Ireland. Shut down a H.Y.D.R.A base and keep it in active for a long time." I said throwing a few punches at the bag.

Nick looked at me confused.

"Telepath Telekinesis." I said.

He nodded and started to walk away.
"Yours if you want it."

I sat down on a bench to think about his offer. I hear a janitors cart being pushed. I look up and see him walking towards me. When he got close i read his name tag. It said Stan Lee and he was wearing sunglasses inside.

"I couldn't help but overhear. I think you should go." He said stopping in front of me.

"Why? It could be a set up. I don't even work here." I said looking at him.

Stan sat down next to me. "Sometimes trusting blindly is the only way."

"But it's been 7 years. If i show my face they will try harder to get their hands on me." I said looking at him.

He nodded his head. "My opinion id you take down the bastards. You'll be saving people in the process. But again that's my opinion." He got up and walked away with his cart going the way he came slowly.

"But nobody asks my opinion. I am just the janitor after all."

I smiled then went to my room making a decision.