Sorry, didn't mean to text you.

Chapter 10

Peter's POV

My feet are cold and wet; like I was out in a storm and now I can't take  my socks off. The worst feeling ever, if you ask me, and I've been shot before. My aching body is met with the hard ground. I haven't opened my eyes yet, but something deep inside me wants to stay asleep forever. I should have listened. 

I'm trying to remember what happened last. I remember pain, agonizing pain, and a guy with gray hair. Steve and Bucky were there, too. 

Oh, that's right. I remember now. General Ross is a bad guy. The memories came flooding bad. My eyes snap open and I, unconsciously, shoot into a sitting position.
I'm in a cell. Three walls are made of cement, one is made of... glass. Huh, ok. The glass wall shows a chair sitting in a small room right beside my own. There's a mirror on the wall behind the chair, but I'm smart enough to assume that's not actually a mirror considering tis built into the wall. There a door behind the mirror-not-mirror. It's think, metal hinges  and keypad lead me believe that there is no easy escape from this room.

I decide to look around the part of cell I can get to. I stand up slowly, I'm still sore and my head aches terribly. In the corner there is a small bed; it has a tiny, scratchy blanket draped over it. The other corner has a bucket, and while I really don't want to become friendly with the bucket so soon, I'm realizing I may not have a choice in a little bit. 

I sit down on the bed and something catches my eye. Under the mattress is a notebook. It's tiny, but looks well loved. I read through the pages, but I almost wish I hadn't. They cause me more dread than was useful. 

I think it was a few hours later when I peak back over the dusty cover of the red-star notebook. I'm not too sure, though, as I don't have any windows in my cell. They story within the pages us a sad one. Not unlike me, the boy in these pages was special. He was taken from his home for testing, but quickly realized it was more than that. The longer he stayed the more it became clear what Hydra wanted. They didn't believe their mission on Earth was over, and they needed a soldier to carry out their plans. His story ends abruptly, leading me to believe he didn't escape here like he had spent so many pages dreaming of. He would never see his little sister again. I cried, though I knew it was a waste.

After my tears, I had an epiphany. This guy was smart to snag a notebook to keep track of it all, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I used some of the pages near the end of the notebook, too. So I did. The first page, in the back of the red-star notebooks, I wrote my life story, just in case my captured tried to steal the humanity out of me, just like they had with Bucky so many years ago. 

After I finished writing, I just sat in the silence and solitude of my cell. I thought about what- who- I was leaving behind and if they cared that I was gone. I was ripped apart by the fear and dread of my future, and as horrible as it sounds, those were my last semi-peaceful moments for months to come.