Redemption ||Bucky Barnes||

2. Freedom...Sort Of

2Needless to say I was confined to my hospital room in the so called "infirmary area" for a few days. My three visitors hadn't come back since, which was kind of disappointing. I tried to get answers out of the infirmary staff, but none gave me anything.

I'm messing with my glasses since there's nothing else to do other than eat, sleep, use the bathroom, and continue to hear monitors going around me. I'm more than capable of exploring, that has been evident since day one, but I figure it's better to not push my luck and get into further trouble. I don't think I can get answers if I'm on bad behavior.

When the door to my room opens, I'm expecting another nurse to do her daily round. Instead, I'm met with the blonde I met the first day I woke up in this place. She's carrying a bundle in her arms, new clothes, I think, for me. She doesn't smile, she's got a neutral expression on her face.

"Figured you might want a change," she says, tossing the clothes to me. "I'm discharging you."

"Finally," I moan happily. "It's about time."

"You think you're going to leave?" she chuckles. "That's rich. No, Ms. Finley, you're staying with us for a while. Now, get dressed. You and I are going to do something fun today." It doesn't sound like fun, with the way she says the word. "I'll be waiting outside. Oh, and if you try to make any weaponry, I'll know." She leaves the way she came. Knowing her, she's standing outside my door.

I sigh heavily. I wonder what "fun" I'll be enduring today. At least I'm out of this room. That's about the most positive thought I've had since waking up here. I still don't know where I am. Maybe the blonde will tell me.

The clothes I'm given are normal, surprisingly comfortable too. I'm in a long-sleeved black top with some gray sweatpants. I can't forget about my glasses. I knock on the door to let her know I'm done changing.

She doesn't escort me with an arm on me like I'm a child; she lets me walk side by side with her. I can't help but look around the halls, notice the people giving me rather dirty looks as we pass. I shy away from their gazes, closer towards my warden as I've deemed her. Why am I the one getting the nasty looks? Or am I interpreting them wrong and they're for her instead?

"Can I at least get your name since I'm staying?" I ask quietly.

"It's Vanessa," she says plainly.

We make a few twists and turns before we stop at a hand scanner. She grants us access into the room and gestures me to go in first. The room has a huge window, whether it's one way or two way glass, I'm not sure yet.

The room is decently lit but very plain. I swallow, seeing a table and two chairs. On the table is some sort of device that I have a feeling I won't like.

"Sit," she orders calmly. I have no choice but to. Vanessa goes near the device. "I'm going to hook this up to you. It won't hurt, I promise."

I realize what it is. "You're making me take a polygraph? Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It's for us to know whether or not you're putting on an act."

"Are you serious?" I flinch as Vanessa begins to hook me up to the machine. "Those can be fudged."

"If you know how to cheat one," she points out. "You shouldn't get so freaked out if you have nothing to hide."