The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 3: Where am I?

"G-guys she's waking up." I hear.
I can't feel much. Everything hurts.
My eyes flutter open. I see a kid staring down at me.
Wait, how did I get here?
I try sitting up, confined to the bed.
Shit. I did it again.
"Woah.. woah. No, you have to stay." The kid says again.
"Mr. Stark!" He yells.
The people come running back into the room where I was.
"Alright, who are you and what do you want from Barnes?"
Barnes?
I recognize that last name. I don't know where from.
I tilt my head back onto the bed.
I didn't feel like talking.
"Kid, you're going to have to tell us. You just dented one of the strongest metals on earth."
"Not to mention.. she threw my hammer." The large muscular man muttered.
"Thor... that's not a big deal right now." A girl whispers back to him.
"But I.."
"Thor."
"Okay..."
They all look back at me. I didn't like being stared at. It made me uncomfortable. I didn't know these people. How did I get here?
"Barnes! Get in here. You'll be safe, she's strapped up." Stark yells.
The man comes in and my stomach drops.
James Buchanan Barnes.
I don't know how I remembered. But as soon as I saw him, all my memories came flooding back.
They always did. Somehow.
"Who is she, Barnes?" Stark asks him.
"Her names's Sarah... Sarah Adams..." He mutters, looking at me.
"How do you know this kid?" The girl asks him.
"She's not a kid. Well, she is, I guess."
"What does that mean?"
"She was born in 1928...she WAS 15."
They all turn over to me.
"She was frozen? Like you, Buck." Rogers asked.
He nods.
"Okay, but how do you know her?" Stark asks.
He didn't want to explain it.
"I told you I wasn't the only winter soldier. I never was. There were multiple," he starts, "When I was took in by Hydra, I was alone. At first. But then, she was thrown into the same cell I was thrown in. Damaged, and tested on brutally....." he continues.

Flashback...
"No, please. Please don't do this." I yell, trying to fight back.
Nobody responds to me, they just drag me and throw me into the cell.
"LET ME OUT." I cry, falling to the ground. I was already experimented on multiple times. It hurt.
"Please, dad..." I say, looking back at the man I used to know.
He walks away, leaving me in the cell. Waiting for the experimental medicine to kick in.
"Please.." I whisper.
I continue to cry as a man comes up behind me, grasping my shoulder.
"Get off me." I turn around, giving him a death stare.
He backs away from me, going back to the corner he was sitting in.
He looked bruised. Tortured. Defeated.
Would that happen to me?
I couldn't think. Why me?
"WHY!" I scream at the top of my lungs, banging my metal arm at the ground, breaking it.
They chopped off my arm, and replaced it with new technology.
"Settle down.." the man whispers to me.
"You'll just draw more attention from the guards..."

I try to slow my crying. I felt broken and betrayed.
"Who are you?" I whisper.
"My names Bucky." He says, trying to give me a smile.
It was fake, clearly. He was just as terrified as I was.
"What's going to happen to me?"
He didn't answer me. He just looks down.
"What's going to happen to me?" I ask again.
"I don't know." He mutters.
"What are we supposed to do? Just sit here?"
"There's nothing we can do...they've got us wrapped around their finger."

End of flashback..

The people in the room look back at me again.
"So you know Barnes?" Stark asks me.
I finally speak, "No, shit."
"Just a question, Adams. We don't need sass."
I roll my eyes. This was ridiculous. What would they do to me if they found out I was here?
I just wanted to leave.
"Kid, watch her for a while."
"Oh. Y-yeah. Sure thing Mr.Stark."
They all start to file out. Probably conspiring about me.
"So... you like knives?" The kid asks.
I don't say anything. I just stare at him.
"I'm Peter, by the way...."
I keep staring at him, trying to see what he was thinking.
When I was experimented on at Hydra, the side affects were the worst, but I got some perks out of it. Not that I wanted them.
"Will you say something?" He asks.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything... diffuse the tension."
I look up at the ceiling. I was still stuck to the damn bed. I try wiggling out of them.
"Oh, uh. No you can't leave, please." Peter says, noticing.
This kid was so awkward.
"D-do you have a favorite color?" He asks cautiously. This guy really didn't like silence, huh.
"No." I reply, coldly.
"Oh, well...mine is blue." He smiles, wearily.
I give him a glare.
"Sorry..." he says.
Fuck. This kid really wanted me to say something. What do you want me to say?
He looks down, fiddling with his fingers.
I move my hand up bit, since he wasn't looking, and try to get the knife out of my pocket. The knife floats out of my pocket and I start to cut loose of the straps.
How did this dude not see this?
I get both my hands free before he looks up.
"Oh, shi- you can't leave. Please stop." He says, getting up from where he sat.
I quickly broke the straps holding down my legs with my stronger arm and sit up.
"You can't leave.. not yet."
"Listen, I don't care who you guys are. I would rather be dead right now instead of having you guys save my ass."
Just as I'm about to open the door a web sprays at my hand.
"Seriously?" I say, "A web?"
He shrugs.
"That's all I got, man."
I easily rip out of it.
But just as I open the door, he stands in front of me.
His eyes look hurt and sad. Just as they always did.
"Sarah. You know you can't leave."
I just stare at him. It had been more than 70 years since I saw him. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how he was alive.
But to be fair, he probably didn't know how I was alive either.
He pushes me back into the room, locking the door behind him.
"You have to stay here." He mumbles.
For some reason, tears well into my eyes. I didn't know what to do or say. I was so confused.
"Hey. Don't- don't do that." Peter chimes.
I stop my crying.
"Do what?"
"Nothing...." he whispers.
I look back to Bucky.
"Let me leave, Buck."
"I can't let you do that. It's too dangerous out there. What if you get killed?"
"Well isn't that what we were set up for everyday? Getting ready to be murdered? Being prepared incase we died......? I'd rather be dead. Don't you understand?"
He looks down. He did understand. I don't know why I said that.
"We can help you, Sarah."
"How? I'm just a monster anyways."
"So am I a monster, too?" He asks.
"Thats not what I- no."
"We could help you." He says again.
I had little hope. If he said I could get help, maybe I could.