Breathing…..
She was breathing…
An unfamiliar sensation, after years of sleeping… drifting…aimlessly in the darkness…..
A sound, muffled, and far away.
So very far away…
"Heart…impossible…."
"Should….call….?"
"A Hundred….SHIELD…."
Sensation seemed to sluggishly crawl up her limbs, nerves aching from disuse, muscles and bones struggling to respond to their owners wants. The voices grew clearer, and she reached out to them, letting the sound draw her out of the depths of her dream, out of the state of near lifelessness she had placed herself in.
"We should…..let…know…"
"My Research….. subject…..071 will not….."
"Director Fury….to know…..as soon as…..signs of life…."
She could feel something pinching her arm, and struggled against the weight of her eyes, feeling as though she would have an easier time lifting a building before her eyelids surrendered the fight.
"Director Fury made it….clear."
"I'm not….until I know….."
Delicate, black eyelashes parted, revealing a single, acid green eye, shining like shards of broken glass.
A white room. Men in White coats. A thin, white hospital gown that was missing her dignity. Her wrists bound, an incessant beeping that seemed to be hammering in time with her bloodied heart. The men were arguing, quite vehemently, behind a pane of glass in another room.
Not again…..
Not Again…..
Blood began to ooze down her chest…
Down her fingers...
Stained her eyes...
She screamed.