Okay so I've had this idea for a while but I haven't got round to writing because I am lazy af. Also I know this scenario is way too overused but hey, I like reading them. This is set after age of ultron, civil war hasn't happened yet and I don't know if it will in this story but I wanted to include Peter so homecoming is set before civil war, apart from that timelines are the same. This is my first fic so please be very patient with me and leave helpful reviews. Anyways hopefully you enjoy the story and feel free to ask any questions.
Helena woke up lying face down in a pool of blood.
This was by no means an unfamiliar situation but she was still caught off guard for a fraction of a second, she gingerly pulled her hair out of the sticky puddle and winced.
"Shit".
She glanced around, noting the familiar acrid smell of burning linen, and spotted her bed, ablaze. Rolling her eyes she got shakily to her feet and stretched out a hand. At once the fire was extinguished and she collapsed back onto the ground.
Now to find out where the copious amounts of blood were coming from. A quick once over showed her a deep opening in her stomach that was continuing to leak blood. The idiot who'd sewn her up clearly hadn't completed many sewing projects before, wire crisscrossed along the cut so haphazardly she wondered whether they had ever even touched a piece of medical equipment before, she doubted it.
Pressing down on the wound with one hand, she reached with the other for her sheets which were still slightly smouldering and ripped off a section that hadn't been completed grilled by the fire.
Gritting her teeth, Helena cautiously began to wrap the bedding round her stomach, biting her lip to prevent herself from crying out in pain, sound meant punishment. She reached the end of the cloth and tucked it firmly into the folds of the tightly bound material and sighed. Trying to ignore the excruciating pain in her side, Helena cast her mind back to the dream she had been having. It had been the usual recurring nightmare.
She was cowering beside her fathers body, his lifeless form slightly turned towards her as she whimpered and gently nuzzled the hole in his head. A trickle of blood was slowly creeping down his once handsome features, she moaned again.
A loud bang brought her crashing back and her head snapped up to witness a man clad all in black stride purposefully into their flat, her mother grasped tightly by the neck in his right hand.
"Mum!" She cried but to no avail, her mother smiled weakly and mouthed painstakingly "I love you".
A loud crack and the unmistakable sound of a spine snapping and Helena's one last hope lay before her in a heap. The light was gone from her mother's sparkling eyes and she was completely alone.
She could only remember a few things about her parents, the sweet, comforting smell of her mother and the low, rumbling tone of her father. Years of brainwashing had succeeded in erasing most of her memories, leaving her to wallow miserably in broken dreams.
A terrible screeching sound brought her back to her senses and Helena quickly raised her head, alert and wary.
Two giant men walked in holding a pair of glowing handcuffs, she instantly stiffened and retreated to the corner of her dingy cell, it only took three steps.
The men, unfazed, proceeded forward, grabbing her arms roughly and securing them behind her back, she hissed as the restraints came into contact with her skin. She was shoved roughly forward towards the door frame, sandwiched between them, directing her eyes towards the logo printed across across the man's back, a skull surrounded by what she could only imagine were tentacles. She loathed it.
It occurred to her vaguely that this wasn't the usual path she followed, to the training gym or to the lab. Something was nagging her at the back of her mind but the jarring pain of each step she took as her wound was jostled was too overpowering to recover the memory.
Helena realised they had abruptly reached a door.
"in, now!" Barked one of her guards in a strong German accent, she obeyed, not wanting to risk punishment and do further damage to her injury.
The room was small and grimy and contained the overpowering stench of sweat and blood, the most alarming thing however, was the chair set in the middle of the room.
Helena's mind was working slightly quicker now, the chair was bad, but why? And why couldn't she remember it? Then a flash of a memory; excruciating pain, someone laughing and then nothing.
A wicked looking man walked into view and grabbed hold of her shoulders. Instinctively she threw him off, several other people began to emerge from the shadows surrounding her, trapping her.
Helena twisted just in time to see someone grab hold of something and suddenly the cold surrounding her wrists increased tenfold. She bit hard on her lip until she could taste the all too familiar tang of her blood.
She only half registered the call of her name "experiment 768".
No that wasn't her name, that was what they called her. Helena continued to repeat her name, like a mantra in her mind, the one thing she owned. She was now only dimly aware that the blinding pain in her wrists had stopped and that she was now in a sitting position. Something was forced roughly into her mouth and she heard a call, as though from the other end of a tunnel, she knew what it meant. "Begin."
How was that? I know there wasn't a ton of action in this chapter but I wanted to explain a bit about her. I think the next chapter will include a bit of avenger action so stay tuned. (Also I will fully explain her powers at some point)
c ya
-R