DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS
The alarm blaring woke her. It was soon followed by a mix of Russian and German yelling, closely following that were gun shots and explosions. She patiently, calmly, waited for her handler to come unlock her cell to give her orders.
"Of dveri'!" Away from the door. The harsh Russian yell came. She didn't move, she wasn't anywhere near the door, she knew the rules. Despite the frantic panic the building seemed to be in the door opened slowly, cautiously. After the man was sure it was safe he was far more confident, he was new at this, still not used to the human weapon who did nothing but obey orders.
"My nakhodimsya pod atakoy. Mstiteli. Ubit' ikh vsekbh i prinesti nam Zimniy Soldar." We are under attack. The avengers. Kill them all and bring us the Winter Soldier.
She accepted her weapons; two escrima sticks, several knives and two handguns. "Schastlivym soblyudat'." Happy to comply. The monotone voice of the slave answered before leaving to join the fight.
Bullets flew through the air, as did bombs, grenades, arrows and a red, white and blue shield. The noise was cacophonous but didn't bother her in the least, a sign of how many battles she'd been in, the Avengers were already in the building being held up by Hydra agents. Jumping straight into the fight, she pulled her two guns out and fired them simultaneously at her opponent's trying to distract them for the other agents.
She'd find the Soldier first and incapacitate him, then deal with the rest. She could hear the familiar whirr of a metal arm, the sound almost comforting after so many missions with it. She shook her head angrily, she was a weapon, she didn't have feelings, she was made to comply and that was all. Pulling her two sticks off her back, she twirled them in her hands and charged the traitor.
"Sirena?" Siren? The Soldier sounded shocked as he blocked her furious attacks, ducking, bobbing, jumping, twirling and weaving away from the weapons he knew could do some serious damage. He ducked under a stick only to catch a powerful kick in the chest, knocking the air from his lungs, she didn't stop her deadly assault until she saw a shield come flying towards her. Flipping over it she turned to see her new attacker, America's Golden Boy, Captain America. Upon seeing her face he seemed to falter. She could guess why, she looked young, she knew that and he was too good, too nice. That opening was all she needed, before he could react she was wrapped around his body, sat on his shoulders and using his own weight and momentum against him to slam him into the ground in a move that reminded him far too much of the Black Widow's fighting style.
She was fighting both Captain America and the Soldier at the same time, using their bodies against each other and it felt to them like she was winning. It seemed as though they hadn't landed a hit and all hers landed somewhere, painfully. Steve was again reminded of Natasha's fighting style when he was tossed onto the ground and Bucky landed on top of him.
"You boys need a hand?" Black Widow asked, amusement tainting her usual stoic tone as she charged her widow bites. The girl had just caught one of Hawkeye's exploding arrows that was heading toward another soldier and hurled it at Iron Man before it had chance to explode, she didn't watch to make sure it hit her target, she had confidence in her skills, instead she pulled out two knives and rounded on the Widow.
Natasha Romanov earned the title of being one of the worlds greatest spies at a young age. She was proud of it. Proud of how nothing shocked her and how on the very rare occasion it did, no one could tell. This, however, everyone saw this. It was as thought it happened in slow motion, she had caught a glimpse of their newest opponent, seen the long brown hair with parts of it braided but that was all before she had to dodge bullets. Now she could see her properly and her heart damn near stopped. Green eyes that were cold and calculating, showing no emotion. Green eyes that she was so familiar with, that she thought she'd never see again.
"Katarina?" She gasped. There was no recognition in those eyes and suddenly she was blocking knives swinging for her head. "Fermata Katarina prega." Katarina stop please. She continued, speaking in Italian hoping that would get through to her.
Natasha caught her wrist, knocking a knife from her hand and kicking it away from the two. Natasha still seemed to be in shock but that wasn't slowing her down, the two met scarily matched, neither landing a hit but refusing to give in, every move was being blocked. Natasha watched Siren roll backwards, away from her, then move her arm in a sweeping motion. Natasha was knocked into the wall near her.
"Questo รจ il nuovo." That's new. Natasha grumbled dragging herself back up. Iron Man was now distracting the girl, firing his repulsors at her. Siren seemed to have given up on the weapons using her powers, powers Natasha can't remember her ever having, to send the shots right back, forcing Tony to dodge.
Shockingly it was an arrow that finally took the super powered girl down. Whilst she was busy fighting hand to hand with Captain America and the Winter Soldier as well as dodging and sending back whatever Iron Man was throwing at her, Hawkeye had shot an arrow at her that she hadn't noticed. The electrically charged arrow hit the base of her skull shocking her, she fell to her knee's only to be hit by another and another so she finally blacked out.
Her head hurt, that was the first thing she noticed. The second was that she was comfortable, which meant she was not with Hydra. Then, cursing herself for not noticing straight away, she heard the familiar beeping of a heart monitor.
"Sirena ya znayu, chto vy ne spite." Siren I know you are awake. A voice, the Soldiers voice, said from somewhere near her head. "Vy zdes' v bezopasnosti. Obeshchayu." You are safe here. I promise.
"Predatel'." Traitor. She spat out, her eyes shot open and the glare she gave the Soldier promised pain and death.
"Net." No. The Soldier shook his head. "YA bezhal, ya poluchil moi vospominaniya obratno. Oni bol'she ne kontroliruyut menya." I escaped, I got my memories back. They no longer control me.
"Predatel'!" Traitor! The word sounded like a curse and she took great pleasure in the flinch it got from Soldier. The Soldier sighed, looking upset. "Oni sdelali vas slabymi. Oruzhiye s chuvstvami , kak bespolezno." They have made you weak. A weapon with feelings how useless. She scoffed.
He looked at her with pity. "YA bol'she ne oruzhiye. YA chelovek, vy mozhete byt' slishkom, yesli vy pozvolite name pomoch' vam." I am no longer a weapon. I am a human, you can be too if you let us help you.
"YA oruzhiye, eto moya obyazannost' soblyudat'. On ispol'zuyetsya dlya tvoyegotozhe." I am a weapon, it is my duty to comply. It used to be yours too.
"Oni dadut vam obratno svoi vospominaniya . Oni budut udaleny promyvaniya mozgov. Vy poymete togda." They will give you back your memories. They will erase the brainwashing. You will understand then. The Soldier said, standing up and leaving. Machines powered up and her eyes closed against her will.
Siren could stand pain, it had been the only constant in her life, but this, this felt like the pain would kill her. She tried to not scream at first. Tried to hold it in by biting her lip so much it bled. She couldn't do it though, her body convulsed and the first pain filled scream tore itself from her throat. She screamed and screamed as her body thrashed around, then suddenly she stopped. The sound of the machines and the heart beat monitor the only noise as Siren's memories were returned to her.