The air was cold and stale against my skin causing small bumps to form on my skin. Every inch of my body roared with pain, my breaths heavy and low feeling like an elephant was sitting ontop of me. I could feel my sweat and blood clinging to my skin making my tattered nightgown stick to me.
I kept my head down my eyes shut too afraid to move as I listed to the steady dripping echoing through the stone and metal room. I was scared, hurt and alone. Hydra had kidnapped me in the middle of the night. That was four days ago.. or was it five? I couldn't be sure anymore it all just muddied together now.
Tremors rushed over my body as I heard the sound of creaking wheels and light splashes. I knew what going to happened next, I wanted to fight, to struggle but I had no strength left. I didn't open my eyes, I refused to look at the "doctor" who had be strapped to an old asylum styled bed.
Slowly my body rose stiff as a board into a straight up and down position as the "Doctor" cranked the wheel. His fingers were warm, they felt like embers against my frozen skin. His movements were rough and jagged as he yanked at what was left of my clothing.
"This, this is going to hurt, a lot" his german accent was thick I could hear the amusement that laced his voice.
My body jerk ever so lightly in protest of the sharp foreign objects that were being shoved into certain spots and being held down by tape. As the liquids were forced into my veins a small gasp escaped my lips as my body arched from the pain.
I couldn't remember how many times they had done this to me now, injected me with some experimental serum. Somedays they did it once, others up to four times, it depended how my body took it. When they were pumping it into me or leaving me strapped in the cold darkness I was getting shocked and burnt. They called it conditioning, I called it torture.
The "doctors" warm hands brushed my matted strawberry blonde hair back. The endearing touch was almost sickening, or was it the drugs they were pumping into me?. He treated me as if some prized pet that he was pampering for a show.
Whaling of an emergency warning siren boomed through the room screaming through my ears. A light groan escaped my chapped lips and scratchy throat. The "Doctor" started yanking at my bindings, unchaining me from the bed. I could feel him freeing my hands before yanking the IV'S out.
"Time to go littlest super soldier" The doctor whispered roughly in my ear.
There was a small gasp that soon followed by choking and a splatter against my ear. I could feel the doctor's body leaning against me and the frame. Slowly dragging down it pulling my torso restraint with him before hitting the ground with a hard thud.
For a second I was weightless, my eyes opening quickly as my hands reacted just in time for me to catch myself from hitting the hard cement under me, my legs still strapped down. My arms shook viciously as they tried to hold up my weight, collapsing into themselves seconds later. I let my eyes close once more, still feeling the IVs left in me pumping the serum into my bloodstream.
Quick footsteps echoed across the damp room ringing off the ears. They slowed as they got louder and closer, I could feel a hand brushed the side of my head. An incoherent grumbled escaped my lips. With a second hand I was lifted slightly, my head still hanging down as I was forced back up.
"I got you Cherry, don't worry Nats here to she's on her way" I heard Clint's firm voice say softly in my ear.
"C..c..Clint?" I grumbled out barely conscious.
"It's me little one you're safe, now let's get you unhooked from this crap" He stated softly.
Moments later Clint was yanking at the IV'S doing his best to support my weight. With each one he pulled from me I could feel the liquid ooze slightly as relief filled me. A second pair of footsteps echoed the room, faster than Clients and not stopping till they were in front of us.
A pair of soft hand slid under my arms scooping me and pulling me close. I could feel Clint undoing the binds around my legs. A soft hand stroking my back making a figure eight on my shoulder, I knew it was Nat.
"I got you baby girl I got you" She hummed softly.
With my legs free Nat gently pulled me away from the bed, I tried to stand on my own legs the shook under me. Nat held me up before I could fall, I forced my tired eyes open flecks of her red hair fading in and out of view.
She tucked me under one arm holding me up and Clint wrapped his arm around my torso to help guide and lift me. They moved quickly practically dragging myself and my numb legs behind them.
"I'll take her, Clint look out up a head, Nat you watch our backs, Tony's waiting with the jet outside" I heard a barely familiar voice say.
"You sure you got her Steve" Nats voice was laced with concern as her and Clint handed me over to him.
"I got her Nat, dont worry. Now lets get her out of here" Steves voice was calm and stern.
With one quick motion, Steve lifted me into the air. A quiet grumbled of protest escaped my lips, my stomach not enjoying the quick motions. One arm tucked under my legs Steve used the other to keep me close to his chest resting my head on his shoulder. I could feel my body bouncing as he jogged lightly making his way out of the base with the others.
More and more with each step, I felt myself losing more and more control as I slipped into the darkness falling unconscious.