Split Personality

Chapter Three

Steve's POV

The pain was excruciating. My head was banging and I could feel blood dripping down my face. Once again the room was cold and I was tied to a chair. I could hear someone talking outside the door but I couldn't understand what they were saying. The ropes that kept me tied were loose, surprisingly, but knowing them they would want me to get out, they would want me to escape. Before I could even think whether or not I should leave someone walked into the room.

"Ah, you are awake captain." I tried my best not to show that the ropes were loose. "Why don't you just kill me? You don't need me! So just end me why don't you!" He walked over and grabbed my face "that is where you are wrong captain, we do need you. You will be our greatest soldier, our greatest weapon. Right now all we need to do is to break you down and make you lose all hope of ever getting free. Once we do that you are all ours and there is nothing you can do about it. Just give up my dear captain it will hurt less if you do."

I moved my hand so the rope was off of it. "You know what? Maybe I will." He smiled at me, "Good. That is a good cap-", "When I die." I punched his face and he stumbled backwards, blood was running down the corner of his mouth. I got the rest of the ropes off and I started to run towards the door, turns out it was locked. I ran towards the door on the other side of the room when I felt something hit my leg. I fell down to the ground, I reached for whatever hit me and I pulled out a knife. I could feel my blood run down my leg, I did my best to get up but the pain was too much.

"Oh captain. I thought we could do this without spilling blood, but if you want to play this game, we will. I just really hoped that you would be more cooperative than this." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a gun. "Now. Be a good soldier and do as I say or you will be in a lot more pain. Do you understand?" I wanted to back away from him but I knew he would do as he said so I just looked at him and nodded. "Good. Now wait here. I won't be long." I moved so I was leaning against a box. The room was getting darker, my head was banging and my leg is numb. Before I blacked out two people walked into the room.

"Now what did you do to him now? I told you not to hurt him!" He walked over to me and placed his hand on my leg, I tried to move away but the pain was too much so all I did was flinch. "I am sorry sir, I didn't mean to hurt him I just wanted to give off a warning shot but my aim was a little off." He tightened his grip on my leg, "Your aim was not a little off, it was far off Mr. Turner. You do something like this again you are gone. Do you understand?" "Yes Mr. Bennett." Bennett got up and picked up a first aid kit. "Now Mr. Turner, patch him up and when you are done come find me." He walked away as Turner started to sew up my leg. He was stitching it up poorly, I could tell he was angry.

As soon as he finished, he picked up my arm and pulled me up on my feet. I flinched as he started to pull me towards the chair. He threw me down and started to tie me back up. "Don't try to leave again. You will regret doing it." With that he turned on his heels, turned the lights off and walked out of the room leaving me in the dark.

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Sam's POV

"Sam. Are you ok?" I shook my head as Natasha knocked me out of my trance. "Sam?" "Ya, I am fine. Just a little worried about what will happen you know?" She put her hand on my shoulder. "It will be ok don't worry." I nodded and I started to slowly walk down the stairs with Natasha behind me. After the first ten steps the pathway got colder, I could hear more voices as we got closer. "Mr. Turner, you are very lucky you didn't hit anything major. If you do something like that again, I won't be such as forgiving as I was then." "Mr. Bennett, he is fine. I sewed him up and he will heal in about three hours because of the serum, you have to remember that. He is strong and it will take more than one bullet to severely hurt him." "Mr. Turner I don't care if he can heal fast. I told you not to harm him. I am the one who calls the shots here so if I say to shock him, you do it. If I say to cut him then you cut him. If I even say to shoot him you do so. You do not, I repeat do not go off on your own."

We both stopped at the door to hear what else they had to say. 'Serum? They are talking about Steve.' I told myself. Nat moved over to the other side and motioned for me to the same. I ran over and pressed up against the wall near her. The men all walked out and went down the hall. Before the door closed we slipped in. The door closed behind us and I ran over to lock it so we don't have anyone walking in. "Sam. You need to look at this." I turned around. "Look at what?" She ran over to one of the screens and I followed. "Is that Steve? Where is he?" I talked so fast I couldn't even understand myself. "That is what I am trying to find out. As far as I can tell he is in the building." She pulled over a chair and grabbed a keyboard. I started to walk around the room impatiently. After a few seconds she brought up the map of the place and the location of where Steve was. "Found him! He is in garage seven!" We both started to walk over to the door when it opened.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Two little heroes who thought they could get their friend back." Three men walked behind us and took our guns. "Now. I have a question for both of you. How on Earth were you planning on getting him out of here?" I looked around to see if there was an easy way out but there was nothing. "Well? How were you going to get your injured friend, who is also a little out of his mind." I could see Nat's eyes widen, "What do you mean 'out of his mind'? What did you do to him?!" She yelled. He started to laugh, "All we did was wipe a bit of his mind away. Next time we will wipe more away and the next time a little more until he is nothing but a blank slate and there is nothing you can do about it." I clenched my fist and threw a punch at him right in the nose. He lifted his head up and revealed blood dripping down his face. "Убери их с глаз моих" He said in russian. Two men walked up behind us and hit us over the head with their guns.