Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Marvel universe, any OC's are owned by me and any plot changes or any differences in this fanfiction from the marvel universe come from my own mind and can't be credited to the marvel franchise.
Authors Note: This fanfiction has been stirring in my brain for months now and i just had to get it down, so this is the first installation of my new fanfiction which is going to be a Pietro Maximoff/OC fanfiction and maybe a little bit of Steve/OC depending on what you guys want and how the story progresses.
This fanfiction is going to take place after the events of Age of Ultron and of course there are a few plot changes. Pietro did not die obviously, also Thor hasn't left the Avengers to return to Asgard. Apart from those two things, everything else will be explained throughout the story.
Chapter 1
BANG
BANG
BANG
That was the noise I woke up to. The sound of explosions, gunfire and screaming travelled from the snow clad forest outside the experimentation facility to my spacious, but sparse 'room'.
Of course when I say room I mean prison cell, this once white room now covered in ash and singe now only contained a single chair in the centre of the floor on which I sat.
The cell resembled a hospital ward in some way, the cold sterility of it, and the large wall I was forced to face which was only made of glass. The design of this cell was to make the occupant feel watched, as if they were placed under a microscope, or perhaps set up in a circus tent for the general public to gawk and point at.
And that's exactly how I had felt for the last God knows how long, like an experiment, a freak, a monster. Not only the atmosphere of the cell, but the people here, they were the main reason I felt like such an abomination. When you constantly have people calling you evil, you begin to believe them, or maybe you just run out of energy to argue with them.
I slowly lifted my head from where it lay against the back of the cold metal chair, snapping my head from side to side, clicking and cracking the tired bones that had set into an uncomfortable position from sleeping.
I shook by hair from my face and began to try and stand, for a moment completely forgetting the condition I was in. I only got an inch or two away from the chair before my hand and feet were lurched back and quickly stopped as they caught on the large shackles imprisoning them.
I quickly looked down and remembered why I had not moved from that chair the whole time I have been imprisoned here.
The solid metal cuffs covered the entirety of my hands, and travelled up my arms until my elbow, separate cuffs encased my feet and my shins until just below my knee. The solid chains connected in multiple places to cuffs ran into the ground, cemented deep down into the foundations of the building, so if by some miracle I broke one chain, there would be multiple backups to stop my attempts at escaping.
From the outside the cuffs looked like massive mittens, just large chunks of metal attached to my limbs, however on the inside it was a different story. The shackles had been specially made to my exact measurements, not allowing for any movement inside the restraints.
They knew that if I could get any friction inside the metal, they were all going to die.
Even with all of these precautions, the metal itself wasn't the problem, no, the real problem was my inability to move.
I have spent hour upon hours of the countless days I had spent here studying the metal, looking for any weak spots in the welding, as it was practically fused to my skin. But alas, they were constructed perfectly, not a single flaw I could exploit to my advantage. Damn.
The chains allowed for little movement but it did allow me to sit quite comfortably in the metal seat, my hands placed on the cold armrests and my legs slightly spread to shoulder width apart.
I gave a deep sigh of resentment, feeling the air instantly blow back against my mouth and nose. And then I remembered another part of my multiple restraints.
The mask, again made from an uncomfortable metal, covered the lower half of my face reaching up the bridge of my nose and down to rest around the middle of my throat. The metal reached round the sides of my face to hook around the ears, securing itself with a collection of crisscrossing leather straps at the back of my skull.
There were tiny holes cut into the metal so I could get just enough oxygen not to pass out, but I know if I tried to talk I would instantly become light headed and most likely fall unconscious.
I didn't want that to happen. Not if I could prevent it. When I am unconscious I don't know what they're doing, the experimenters and scientists that is. I would rather be fully alert.
I had been wearing these restraints for so long that they had almost become part of me, I could barely feel them now. That's why I often forgot about their existence until I tried to move, which made the reality of my situation well known, and made me want to crawl into a ball and hide from the monsters before my eyes.
It's gotten to the point that I have forgotten what my hands look like under the metal, what I look like beyond the disgusting and straggly hair.
It's said that if a person spends too long without looking in a mirror, the human brain will start to exaggerate its memories and create new ones. The human brain truly is an awful thing. It will remember the bad memories before the good, it can make you hear things, see things and even feel things that aren't actually there.
It's gotten to the point that I can't even remember what my eye colour is, or how tall I am, or what my name is.
But I know that I haven't changed physically since the day I was put in this damnable cell, I never change. And I never will. Never.
I looked down at my shackles again and noticed that my clothes had been changed when they knocked me unconscious. It was a regular routine, they would come in with a needle and try to subdue me, and when they eventually manage to drug me, they would wash me, take samples from me and change anything that needed changing.
I hated needles, I always have since I was a little girl all those years ago. So I always put up a fight, even though I know that I won't win and that every effort I take to escape will come to naught. But I won't stop fighting, I never will, even just to prove them wrong.
I was in a regular hospital gown, all of the clothing they had put me in over the years has been far too large and baggy for me, and this gown was no exception.
The bottom of the dingy gown reached to just above my knees due to the fact I was sitting down, and the back of the dress was tied into knots which pressed uncomfortably into my spine if I leaned to far back into the metal chair.
I don't know what sort of drugs they were using that could keep every part of me unconscious, but they must have had it specially manufactured for me and my 'special' condition. I remember when I first came here, or rather when I was forced here, that when they tried to drug me it never worked.
The other part of me never fell unconscious, and I was always grateful for that, because he could tell what had happened when I was asleep, and he would provide me with company.
Most would say I'm mad for talking to a voice inside my head, but they don't understand. I didn't understand really, but now I can't imagine a life without him.
I kept my eyes trained on the large glass wall, watching as soldiers with guns passed, all heading East, to the source of the commotion. Not soon after did I hear the sound of gunfire and screaming, I couldn't bring myself to grieve for their impending death, I couldn't see them as people, and to be honest it wasn't even an option as most of them were just loaded guns with empty skulls.
Oh yes, their death was guaranteed, whether it came from the new visitors or by my own hand, they would certainly die.
As I continued to watch the window, a body dressed in Hydra black was thrown through the air in the opposite direction the troops had been heading, practically flying across my view of the corridor.
As the flailing body left my sight I heard a sucking crunch from my left, most likely the soldier's spine and skull colliding with the nearest wall.
Not soon after, a man walked across the hall, heading in the direction of the Hydra soldiers corpse. The most eye catching thing about him was the fact he wore a strange costume, it almost looked like a soldier's uniform if not for the odd colour scheme.
Red, white and blue.
I looked at his hands, expecting to find some sort if weapon, however instead of a gun or knife he held a large circular shield, again with the red, white and blue colour scheme and with a large five pointed star in the centre.
My interest in this new mystery man instantly peaked as I saw what his shield was made from. Vibranium. One of the rarest metals in the world, I would recognise it instantly, for it was a metal I had a lot of familiarity with. It held a great personal significance to me.
As I continued to watch the soldier, I got the sense that I knew him, or at least knew of him, like the feeling you get when you see a complete stranger and you know you have seen them somewhere before.
The oddly dressed stranger continued to walk along the corridor looking left and right, until he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me. I stared back through my mated hair, analysing him as he gazed at me with a look of thinly veiled shock.
Our little staring contest continued until he finally conceded and began to slowly and cautiously walk up to the glass wall separating us and bring his hand up to rest at his ear.
'What is he doing?' I thought as he began to turn his head slightly and speak to himself whilst never breaking eye contact, I almost thought he was talking to me until I heard him speak the name 'Tony.'
'Was there someone else here? Maybe around the corner so I couldn't see him?' I tilted my head slightly to not draw attention to myself, as I moved my hair to the side of my face so I could see clearly.
The man outside took his hand away from his ear and walked closer to the glass, keeping his eyes focused on mine, staring me down. As he reached the glass I shifted suddenly in my seat making him take a quick step back and raise his shield slightly, but he was persistent.
Good.
He might be useful to me.
I began to quickly flick my eyes from the man, to a panel in the glass, hoping that he would get the message and go over to it. The panel was set at about chest level to the far right of the glass, well my right, his left, and it looked different than the rest of the wall, slightly less clear.
I hope that this guy wasn't a complete idiot and he figured out what I was trying to tell him. If he didn't I get it then I would have to find someone else to get me out, maybe the Tony person he was talking to with his ear.
If he pressed the panel, the glass wall will become flooded with pictures and videos from my files and would be covered with information about me and what Hydra had been doing to me over the years. But the real reason I wanted the soldier to press the panel, is that once the panel is pressed by an unregistered hand print, the facility will go into meltdown, and hopefully my shackles will come off.
I had heard some of the scientist saying that all of my shackles were connected to the main frame security system of the facility, so I have the idea that in case of emergencies, the shackles will release me and I can escape. I imagine that they wouldn't program to door to open to, but once the cuffs are off, escaping will be easy.
He slowly and cautiously approached the section of the glass with the panel but he still wasn't looking at it, instead looking at me and observing me, like I was a bloody experiment at a freak show to ogle at.
I suppose in a way that's sort of true.
'For fuck's sake hit the God damn panel!' I screamed in my head, 'he can't be that stupid, I'm looking right at it!' I would usually hear some response to my inner turmoil, but due the drugs they constantly have me on, there was no response. This silence made me a lot sadder and depressed then it should have, but it also strengthened my resolve to get out of this hell.
And slowly, as if by some miracle he began to lift his hand, to slowly rest it against the glass. He was so close-
"Hey Cap what ya doin'?!"
'FUCK' the man outside, apparently called 'Cap' lowered his hand and turned to face the corridor. He was a centimetre away! Honestly just a second longer and he would have hit the damn panel. Someone up there is taunting me with the promise of freedom, and I don't like it.
"Stark where have you been? I've found another experiment of Hydras." The Cap said gesturing his hand to encompass my general area.
"Yeah I can see that Captain Obvious" said the man, well I think it's a man at least... He was a walking sheet of metal, completely encased in it. I wonder if he was actually made of metal, or if it was some sort of armour.
"Yes well maybe we should radio the twins? Maybe they have a bit more info on who she is."
"What like they heard about her when they were being zapped, poked and prodded by Strucker?" Replied the metal man as he walked forward towards the glass.
I realised that they thought I couldn't hear them, so I didn't let on that I could, keeping my face straight and neutral, even at the mention of Baron Strucker. Just hearing that monsters name made my skin crawl and my face twist into a snarl of rage.
I've made it my personal mission to end that creatures pitiful life by my hands, slowly, painfully, in every way he that he has tortured me in the past. A small grin began to grow on my face, but I quickly rearranged my face into a blank canvas, not giving away my inner thoughts.
The metal man suddenly started to shift and ripple, like water after a pebble has been thrown into it, until the centre opened to reveal a normal human man stepping out of it. 'Well I guess it's a suit then, how strange. I wonder how it works. Maybe I've been in here longer than I thought of technology has progressed so much...'
As my mind began to wonder the newly emerged man, who I presume is the 'Tony' the Cap was talking to with his ear, made his way over to the glass wall and lightly presses his palm against it.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y run a scan of the room as its occupant will ya? I think we should know what we're dealing with before we make any decisions, don't you Captain?" Said Tony as he began to pace backwards and forwards in front of the glass. If he would only press the fucking panel!
"I am unable to scan the inside of the room sir, there appears to be some shield which is blocking my sensors" responded a distinctly female voice which sounded as if it came from the currently still and empty suit. How odd. And a bit creepy.
Tony stopped pacing and faced me, staring me down, almost as if he expected me to reveal all my secrets, even with my mask on. Only when I once again started flickering my eyes to the panel did he relent in this staring match we had appeared to have entered. Tony cast his eyes towards the panel, and I instantly knew he understood from the snarky grin that spread all over his face.
This one is smart.
"The glass is acting as a barrier to all my scanners, but if I had to take a guess, I think little miss Hannibal Lecter here is trying to tell us to press this panel" as he finished his sentence he lifted his hand to press against the glass panel, despite the late protests of the Captain.
A large blaring alarm began to be heard over head and red lights began to flash from the ends of the corridor, bathing the room in an ominous and disturbing light. The glass panel receded slightly to show images and video, files about me.
The glass wall, revealed to be a large screen, reveals everything I've done over the years, everything that Hydra has found out about me, either through research or through their experimentation.
Both the Captain and Tony were too focused on the new found information, that they didn't notice the events happening inside the cell.
The shackles had cracked, perfectly along the edges. And finally, after God knows how many years of waiting, I'm free.
The cuffs around my arms dropped with a loud thud onto the ground, and I stepped out of the cuffs on my legs, after such a long time, standing. I quickly felt pain spread to my legs and back after being stuck in that damn metal chair for eons.
I reached up behind my head and ripped at the leather straps until I could pull the mask away from my face and take a large breath of air. I held the mask out in front of me and just looked at it for a few seconds, examining the contraption that had been on my face for years.
I dropped the mask with a heavy thud, and examined my hands and legs, seeing them for the first time in far too long.
I held out my arms in front of me and turned my hands over and over again, just looking at them. They looked strange, like they weren't even mine.
I then felt the familiar sensation of intense heat spread from the centre of my chest, to down my arms and spread from the edges of my fingertips. I winced as the familiar pain made itself known, as the fire now consumed my arm and spread to the floor, taking on the shape of a man.
This process took less than a second, having done it a million times before. The shape became more defined as the man, made of pure fire, dropped into a low bow in front of me. I smiled as I held my hand out to him, watching as the fiery hand consumed my own, and he rose to his full height a few inches taller than my frame.
He has always been taller than me. Even when I had asked him not be, I personally thought he got a kick out of my frustration.
We both turned to face the now captivated audience of the Captain and Tony, both with looks of shock and horror on their faces. I gave an evil grin, knowing that the presence beside me was giving the exact same smile.
They quickly rushed to subdue whatever threat they thought I was, either from the information displayed across the glass or my now menacing presence. Or more likely the presence of my loyal friend at my side.
Tony quickly ran into his suit, the metal encasing his form, and the Captain lifted his shield from where he had placed it against his back whilst looking at the files.
I raised my hand to the glass and like a flick of a switch, fire instantly shot from outstretched palm and consumed the glass, melting it easily. As the molten glass began to drop I walked forward towards the newly made opening with the man of fire following close behind me.
Finally.
Now they can see what I've had to suffer through.
Now we can be free.
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