Red Room

2: Real Story

It took a pretty extreme amount of force, but they managed to get you inside of a black SUV. Rogers drove, Falcon took shotgun (only because he called it), the Witch sat in the middle row, and you were lodged between two former assassins: Natasha Romanoff and the Winter Soldier. 

The ride was painfully silent. You just couldn't tell if it was out of fear, tension, or thought. 

"So what's everyone's favorite color?" you asked, attempting to better gauge the situation.

"Nobody answer that. I know that trick." Natasha snapped. 

"Dammit." you said to yourself. 

"What's the trick?" Steve asked, putting air quotes around "trick". 

"Someone's favorite color is one of the clearest reflections of a person's emotional state, personality, or intention. She's trying to read us." She turned her attention back to you.  "I was trained the exact same way as you. There's no out-smarting here."

"Nah, they began torturing after you escaped. I'll bet ten dollars that my training was different." You replied. 

"What changed?" She asked, and for a second, you could've sworn you saw a glimpse of humanity and sympathy.

"Sleeping hand-cuffed to beds, the experiments, torturing, tracking devices, just safety precautions, you know?" you explained nonchalantly, trying not to show the pain that the torture caused. 

"Oh." Natasha uttered, she seemed to be calculating her next comment. 

"Wait, experiments? They experimented on you?" The Falcon asked, sounding shocked. 

"Me and a few others. I was pretty advanced they wanted to amplify it. They failed, though, I'm still an average 'lil ballerina." You said, trying to downplay the torment. 

"So like a super solider type-thing?" Steve interrogated, this guy was full of questions. Jeez.

"I've heard them call it that. I don't know, something about avenging hydra." you said, mocking the words "Avenging hydra". As soon as you mentioned that, the Winter Soldier flinched next to you. 

"Is that a bad word or something? Tin man over here just flinched when I said that." You asked. You weren't necessarily updated on modern slang. You only left the academy to dance, so keeping up with the times wasn't something you did very often.

 "You know exactly what it is." Steve scoffed.You were truly puzzled. What the hell is hydra? I've heard that word so much, but we weren't allowed to question it.  You thought. 

The remainder of the ride was silent, but not the same silence as before. This was definitely a silence out of fear. 

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You arrived at a tower, you had seen this place before, but couldn't exactly put a finger on where. 

"I've been here before." you whispered, trying to figure it out as you were verbalizing it. 

"Yeah. We know." the witch retorted. You were confused as to why they were so bitter towards you. Sure, you knew that they hate you, but they seemed to have reason. 

Natasha grabbed your arm and escorted you inside, you looked around, trying to piece the memory back together, but it wasn't working. Just flashes of deja vu. 

After a few minutes of walking and a very awkward elevator ride, you arrived at a lab, this looked just like the one where the experiments happened, which made you queasy. You tried covering this as best as you could.