Torn

-|TORTURE|-

"What. Is. Your. Mission."

Katia had received many blows to the face and stomach and head. At some point, they had even used a knife, but that had also gotten them nowhere. She didn't exactly know how long it had been but it had to be at least the next day by now.

"I don't have one! Please, just let me go!"

"We know that you are a part of the Red Room. So why are you here?"

"I was just curious! I wanted to see what was in here!"

"One doesn't just stumble upon a secret Hydra base!"

Pierce was angry. And when Pierce was angry, people got hurt. The soldier knew that, Rumlow knew that, heck everyone at the Washington DC base knew that. Pierce took a deep breath. He turned to Rumlow.

"Any suggestions?"

"We could try waterboarding?"

"No, we don't know how long this kid can hold her breath and I don't think anyone here knows CPR."

"Maybe we just try again tomorrow."

"Good idea."

Pierce turned back to Katia. He looked at her. There weren't many bruises yet... yet.

"What's your name, dear?"

"K-Katia."

"Mhm... Soldier, why don't you show young Katia what happens when you don't answer questions. Make sure you leave her breathing though. We've got a long day tomorrow."

Katia was unstrapped from the chair. She would have run away but she was almost even too weak to walk. The group left the room. It was just Katia, the soldier, and his orders... to hurt a child.

Katia slowly got up. She stepped away from the chair stumbling a bit. She was trying to regain her balance.

The soldier stepped forward, determined to follow orders. As he got closer to the child, she tried her best to stand up straight. She knew what was coming so she put her fists up weakly.

"Try me bitch."

The soldier paused it was almost as if he could hear someone's voice in the back of his head saying "language!" This was an unusual thought for the soldier. Any thought was unusual for the soldier. But he couldn't help thinking about how much this fiery, yet stupid attitude reminded him of something or someone... But he pushed the thought aside and threw the punch after realizing that he had hesitated.

Katia saw that he had hesitated. This gave her a few seconds to regain some strength. Unfortunately, it was not enough. Before she knew it, she took the punch. She was sent to the ground. She slowly got up. She endured many more of these blows but just wouldn't get knocked out. It was almost as if her body was giving itself energy. Like her body was telling her not to give up.

The soldier approached her once more with a punch to the head, hoping that the blunt trauma would finally knock her out. But it didn't. I should just kill her. He thought. But he couldn't. Those weren't the orders. he had to keep trying... no matter how bloody it was getting. At times there would be a voice at the very back of his mind telling him to let her go. That she was only a kid. He didn't listen to it though. If he did listen to the voices telling him to do the good things... they would put him back in the chair.

Katia just wanted it to stop. She just wanted the pain to end. Katia was in tears, but you wouldn't be able to notice because the tears mixed with the blood. Katia no longer felt sadness along with her fear, though. What she was feeling were fear and anger. What kind of sicko would beat up a kid? She was determined to win this fight. She had before and she would do it again. Before she could do anything though, she endured a hit to the stomach. Okay, now she was really mad.

The soldier was going in for another hit when he felt something in his head. At first, it was odd, then it was painful. It resembled the electric shock from the chair except he wasn't losing any memories, he was just in pain. He winced. He tried to keep fighting but something was happening. He looked at the child. There was a glint in her eyes. Was she doing this? He ignored the pain for now and went in for a harder hit. He saw as her eyes went wide in fear. At the same time, the pain got worse. Much worse.

Katia looked at the soldier. He looked like he had a headache. When he went in for another punch, Katia got scared. Then she noticed that the punch never came because the soldier was holding onto his own head. He looked like he was on the verge of screaming. Was Katia doing this? Whatever was going on in her mind, she kept it up. The soldier was bent over in pain by now. That's when she decided to make a run for it despite all of the pain that was shooting through her body.

Natasha was worried sick. It had been two days. Two days since she suggested that Katia go out, enjoy the city. It was all her fault. Clint was staying with her for moral support and Maria had SHIELD agents scouring the streets for the girl. Of course, she never said anything about who the girl was to Natasha, just what she looked like.

Natasha was pacing the living room at 2:00 in the morning. Maria and Clint were sitting on the couch. They were all too nervous to go to sleep. All of their phones were spread out on the coffee table in the living room so that they could answer any and all calls they got that could be about Katia.

Suddenly, there were frantic knocks on the door.

"It's unlocked!"

Natasha called back, expecting it to be one of the SHIELD agents looking for her. She almost never left doors or windows unlocked.

The door opened and a very bloodied up Katia ran in. Natasha ran over to her.

"Oh! Katia I was so worried! What happened?"

Katia ran into Nat- her mother's arms.

"They hurt me Мама... it hurts..."

"Who? Who hurt you?"

Katia only cried more. Once she had run out of tears to cry, she buried her head into the crook of Natasha's neck.

"You were right the first time, Мама. You can't trust anyone."

Natasha didn't know what she meant at all. Katia would never tell anyone what actually happened. All she told Natasha, Clint, and Maria was that "they" took her and beat her senseless. Sometimes with their bare hands or sometimes with a knife.

After that, Katia never trusted anyone. She didn't need to anyway. She almost never went outside again. And after that traumatic event, she would stay antisocial, she wouldn't let anyone touch her unless it was her Мама. She flinched whenever someone raised their hand to high five her, or to shake her hand. She also never told anyone anything about anything. There was no way she could be sure that she could trust anyone... anyone but Natasha.