The Assassin

Captive

Our plan failed and now I can see all the flaws in it and inwardly curse myself. How could I be so stupid, now Agent Romanoff and I are captured in a Hydra base and at their complete mercy. 

I look over at the red-haired woman, she's still out and her leg is still trickling blood. 

The door to our cell creaks open and a thickset man with a tangled gnarly beard and an eyepatch enters the room. His one ice blue eye is staring straight at me and he breaks into an oily evil smile that looks more like a grimace.

"Hello ladies. Thank you for making it so easy for us to catch you. Or actually for me, Igor Ljubov, to catch you" At this he smiles again, his teeth black and bloody.

His teeth crack together and he spits in my face.

When I don't even flinch his face turns red with fury and he slaps me across the face. This gets a reaction out of me, but not what he was expecting I'm sure. 

I bite down on his fingers and he screeched so loud I was sure I was the only one to hear his fingers crack. 

I didn't let go until he grabbed a switchblade and shoved it into my shoulder. I gasped and he pulled his hand out of my mouth. He looks at me savagely and growls

"You're going to regret that"

Before twisting the knife around in my wound. I bite down on my tongue to keep from shrieking but it hurts so bad that a small groan still escapes my lips.

I look over his shoulders to see Hancock awake and staring at me. Ljubov looks over to where I was glancing and the same bone chilling smile crosses his features.

"Ah the famous Black Widow, or should I say Agent Romanoff."

Her eyes widened with his revelation that they knew her as more than just her alias. Our capturer smiled at that before continuing.

"It's your lucky day, I was going to take you for questioning but this young one decided she wanted to be the first"

He grabbed my hair and leaving my hands tied together dragged me from the room.

Hours later when I'm dragged back into the room I still haven't given anything away and my whole body aches and screams in pain. 

They shove me into the room and I feel myself falling, falling, falling towards the ground, I don't even have the strength to catch myself. 

Romanoff catches me as I plummet and I flash her a grateful half smile. She helps me to the cot and I sit leaning my good shoulder against the wall.

"I'm fine" I say but she gives me a look that says I'm not convincing.

I lean back and close my eyes, hating being so weak, especially in front of her. I can feel her eyes on me taking in my injuries. The skin on my arms is shredded and some of my ribs are broken but the worst are the gashes across my back.

 My shirt covers them so she can't see them but I won't tell her about them. I don't need her thinking I'm even weaker than she already does.

The mattress creaks when she sits next to me and her hand rests on my back. I draw in a quick breath and she snatches her hand away.

"Sorry" she says quickly

"No it's fine, it's just my ribs"

She looks at me a bit skeptical but it is a passable lie. There is no food and we both go to sleep with our stomachs rumbling. 

The next morning it's Romanoff they take and the worry and anxiety for her is almost worse than the torture itself. I could almost feel myself going insane as each minute slipped by.