**I do not own any of the characters, except for Beth. Shes mine.**

*Set a week after "Winter Soldier"*

Bethany's POV

Darkness. Darkness is all I see as I come to. I try to open my eyes, but it was no use. I slowly try to move. Anything. Nothing. As I become more aware, I feel restrained. Not just mentally, but physically. It was as if something was holding me down. I feel nothing but the cold, flat surface I am laying on. I hear voices. Too distant to make out words, but getting louder. Closer. I listen, trying to see if I recognize any of the voices, but to no avail. I feel myself start to panic.

'Calm down, Beth. Panicking is the worst thing you can do at this point.'

I try to relax. Suddenly, I feel a presence. Someone is standing near me, watching me. I hear heavy footsteps. A man's voice echoes off the walls.

"Sir. It's ready."

"Excellent." The man standing near me said. I could hear his smirk. "Send it in."

'Send what in?' I think. 'What are they going to do to me?'

A few moments later, the footsteps return along with what sounds like a few others. I can't see what they're doing, but it doesn't feel right.

'I need to get out of here. C'mon, Beth. Wake up. Wake up!'

I can sense people moving around me, hurrying to set up whatever they brought in. Next thing I know, I'm slowly being raised up into a standing position, still physically paralyzed on the table. I hear what sounds like a machine start up. I see a bright light and think, 'Is this it? Am I dying?' Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain shooting through my body. I clench, hoping it would soon disappear. Boy, was I wrong. The pain had intensified, more and more. I scream. I suddenly jolt awake, breathing heavily. I feel tears streaming down my face as I look around my bedroom.

'Not again.'

A nightmare. Just another nightmare. I try to control my breathing and steady my heart rate. I fall back into my pillow and stare up at the celling.

"Just gotta get some sleep. Just relax and fall back asleep." I tell myself.

Just as I close my eyes and feel myself drifting back asleep, my blinds were pulled open and my alarm goes off. I flinch and cover my eyes with my hands.

"Good morning, Miss Beth. Sorry to wake you, but Mr. Rogers would like to see you downstairs." I groan and flip over, face first into my pillow.

"JARVIS, what time is it?" I ask, my voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

"The time is currently 8:00am." I groan again.

"Thank you, JARVIS."

"You're welcome, Miss." I roll over onto my back again and slowly lift myself up and off the bed.

I walk towards my bathroom and shut the door. I walk over to the shower and turn it on, adjusting the temperature so that the water was nice and hot. I turn and look at myself in the mirror. What I saw didn't surprise me. The bags under my eyes had gotten worse. I shook my head and started to undress. I wasn't always like this, you know. I used to be carefree, happy. A normal 17 year-old girl. That is, until Hydra changed me. Confused? Let me clear it up for you. My name is Bethany Ann Barnes. I was born on January 15, 1927. I am the younger sister of Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes. This is my story.

Hey everyone! I updated this chapter so that it would fit with where I was planning on going with the rest of the chapters. Little change of plans. This story isnt going to go into the Avengers movie. I wanted to do something original, something that was more my own. A little out of my comfort zone but I feel that this could be good for me. Itll help me to broaden out more as a writer. Hope you like where im going with this. :) Reviews are great help!