What the actual fuck was that? I mean I know what I saw but that is absolutely impossible! As in no way no how, ever able to happen in a million years! Well then with that logic it must be a million and one years I fucking guess. These thoughts flew through my head at the speed of lightning because as of yet it had only been a couple minutes since the think I witnessed. So far I had been running as fast as I possibly could away. There was no way I would ever stand as witness against him, for I knew it was a guy, I knew who EXACTLY who "he" happened to be.

I never was expecting anything like this, not when one is just trying to head to the shop for a late night tube of cookie dough! You know, like an adult!

I heard the grunts first, I mean I was close to a men's club so at first all I could think, 'Ugh gross!' and was about to go about my way until my eyes caught movement. Movement that definitely did not match the events that I had assumed was happening in the alley. No the movements were very wrong, much too fast and violent.

No, there were two men in the alley, one much larger in mass than the other but in a bulky way, like he was packed in both muscle and armor. The other was reedy, and in the dim light I could see he was in what was once impeccable tailored suit.

As my eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness of the alleyway I could see this was much more than a simple bar fight, the larger man was absolutely brutal. As the reedy man's ribs crunched under the fist of the tall bulky man I involuntarily let out a gasp of horror that I never wanted to become aloud. The tall man whipped his head up so fast he would be suffering from whiplash if he was a normal human being. His eyes met mine as he brought out one of his guns and shot the poor man on the ground without thought or hesitation. I didn't look, I didn't stop and stare, I ran as fast as I could. I knew there was no way I would have the strength to hold my own against him in a fight, hell I bet there is no way I'll be able to outrun him.

That, turns out to be the case because I can hear him behind me. I saw the arm, I know who it is. I have about three seconds to make my-FUCK! I dove to the ground at the very last second causing him to overshot. "SPUTNIK!" I shrieked out absolutely panicked and hysterical. Somehow it worked, he collapsed to the asphalt unmoving.

I was so scared, as soon as he made eye contact with me I could see what he looked like and that terrified me more than any spoken threat. For the man was the Winter Soldier, or more specifically Bucky Barnes. I didn't even ponder through the questions of how the hell I just saw him; he being a fictional character and all, there was no time to. And I was much more concerned with escaping with my life at the moment.

My breaths were ragged, I had absolutely no stamina to run for long no matter how good shape I am in. That lung disease I had as a child seriously screwed my lungs over for years. I knew I was quickly tiring and had to either find a place to hide or get better transportation than my own legs before I simply collapsed. Now I was gasping in any attempt to get air, mucus blocking my airways making it almost impossible.

Yet I still kept running, I had to make sure my mum was safe I had to she was the only person I have left. The moment I crashed my way into my apartment I scrambled for my phone. Come on come on pick up mum please please pick up for the love of god!

"Hello?"

"Mom! Mom there's not a lot of time but you have to listen to me."

"Anna honey what's the matter?"

"Mom please you have to go on the run, I saw the winter soldier as he was killing a mission. You have to go take your money out of your bank account in cash you know they will find you if you use the card."

"Honey what do you mean?"

"Mom listen I am not making this up I am being completely serious and need for you to listen, I know he saw what I looked like they might be after me and I will not let them kill you!"

"Anna are you sure?" I was crying from both frustration and the pain in my chest at this point.

"Mom, I swear to god you will die if you don't hide where they can't find you. You hear me they will kill you and I am desperately trying to give you a head start!"

"What about you?!" Huh haven't thought about that…

"I will do the same thing I don't have as much time as you, I'm pretty sure I have none actually."

"I love you baby, stay safe please for me." She was crying, she finally knew I was fully serious.

"Mummy I love you too now please hurry, please hurry and be smart."

"I don't know what to do!" She sounds hysterical.

"Mum only use cash, never stay in one place for long, never tell anyone your actual name, and for the love of god do not mention anything marvel related, as far as you are aware it never existed."

I was about to continue but I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, something was wrong. "Mom they're here I have to go I love you, they will die for threatening me I will find you, you hear me I will find you! I love you mummy!" I hung up the phone to her screams for me to stay on the line.

I strained my ears, listening for anything, any sounds that would pinpoint where a person was. Staying away from windows was probably a good idea in case they tried to shoot at me through them. What I was not prepared for was my front door being kicked down. The knife I was holding was out of my hand in less than a second. The man was gurgling on the floor with a steak knife sticking out of his throat.

I ducked behind the corner of the kitchen to grab more of my kitchen knives throwing them at the men charging into my flat. I will have to praise mum for the lessons on throwing knives and archery when I was younger, though I never knew they would be this useful. One in the throat, another in his eye, I used my other two to swing and swipe at another guy who flailed with his gun at seeing the others go down so fast. It was almost too easy to end him. With a swipe across his wrist holding the gun he threw himself forwards, only to meet my other knife going through his lower jaw.

I was panting, eyes crazed as I shakily looked around my apartment. How the fuck did I not get shot? The bullet holes were scattered all over the walls, yet I didn't even have a scratch. No wonder they looked so scared before the light left their eyes. I couldn't feel the guilt over their deaths that were on my hands, just yet. My first concern was to get out of here. I grabbed a duffel and started stuffing clothes and cash into it as fast as I possibly could. I packed enough for it to be bursting out of the seams. Now after lacing my hiking shoes on I definitely had to leave. But the moment I walk out of the back of the building there was a sharp prick in my neck and everything went black.

Things were so foggy, from my vision to my hearing. Where the hell am I? Great Anna how the fuck are you going to get yourself out of this one? What the hell are they even saying? It's becoming clearer but still.

"She saw the asset sir during his last mission, we sent in clean up but she killed them."

"How interesting, these are the pictures of her apartment then? Yet she is completely unharmed while three of my men are dead."

"Yes sir, we don't know how it is possible."

"What are your findings?"

"She is five foot six, Caucasian, she dyes her hair we are assuming she is a brunette, there is nothing all that special about her except…her scent doesn't made sense sir. We don't know where she comes from there is no record of her ever existing."

"Any relatives?"

"No known relatives sir, basically she shouldn't be alive, let alone even exist."

I wasn't able to show a physical reaction, but I was inwardly cheering at my own victory that mum was alive. She managed to escape right under their noses. Oh mum if I don't survive this I love you so much, I'm sorry.

I had faded out then, but now I was actually waking up. I was sluggish still, the effects of whatever drug they used on me still in some effect. But something was off, I wasn't restrained to the bed I've been laid on. What is going on? This doesn't feel right.

However much my body protested the actions I was forcing myself through I still managed to open my eyes. The sheer nausea and pain that went through my head forced me to close my eyes tightly, a harsh sigh through my nose from the pain.

Footsteps quickly approached the outside of the room I was currently in and entered, and I opened my eyes again in order to see just how many of them there were. Only to be stopped short by the ring leader himself, Alexander Pierce. Well fuck there goes my very last hope and dream that I wasn't in the marvel universe ruined, not even going to consider the three men I killed my last hope and dream.

Pierce raised his voice, excitement coloring every word, "Well good morning little kitten! Hope you like your room, I made it especially for you." I snarled at his direction with absolute fury at being patronized. "You are definitely very interesting, you killed three of my men like it was nothing, with plain kitchen knives no less!"

A quirk of my right eyebrow was the only response besides a scowl. "Now you will comply, this is your home now." What in the actual fuck was this lunatic on about? I mean sure he is the leader of Hydra but even for Hydra this seemed a bit barmy.

Pierce's eyebrows pinched together at my lack of response. "This is where you say, 'Yes Papa.'" He said in a cool voice, daring me to disagree…I dared… No way in hell was I going to comply to this insanity! Calling him Papa? Oh hell no. Why is he even-CRACK!

I screamed at the white blind of pain that smacked, quite literally, across my face. He backhanded me for taking too long to respond this bastard! I had blood flowing from my nose and mouth, the warm copper making me want to gag. This time I quickly looked down and muttered as best as I could, "Yes…papa."

He cupped my face with his hand, the other pet my hair, all the while I was cringing away from his touch. "Tomorrow baby girl we are going to start your lessons." Oh boy, can't wait to figure out what the hell that could mean. He stood and brushed imaginary dust from his suit jacket. "Do be a very good girl for Papa and take all your medicine, if you are a good little girl then you could get some liberties." He didn't elaborate, why would he he's a fucking psychopath?

Also side note, director of hydra talking about giving me liberties…same man who wants to take away people's liberties in America. Go in figure I guess.

He exited the room leaving the (…doctors? Or were they scientists? Whatever I'll just call each one Lab coat.)behind to do his dirty work for him. Now was when they actually restrained me, to the point where I couldn't even move if I wanted to. And boy howdy did I fuckin want to, especially because the first thing they decided to do was have a fricken blood draw. My best assumption was they were going to use it as a control group from the broken bits of German I actually could understand, god bless 8th grade German class or whatever.

I tried not to yell, or scream with the needle, I hate needles I absolutely positively hate them. And what's worse is if I recognize one particular needle I'm to live with fucking IVs, those bastards have to be changed like every three to four days. That one HURT like a bitch, because it was still there not gone like the other.

But once it was in the sheer multitude of different injections of…somethings… just almost made me thankful of the IV; just imagining them having to find a vein for each and every single one of them was horrifying enough. Only to be brought to the reality that whatever was actually in these vials burned like a total bitch. My veins felt as if they were on fire.

I bit back any noise of discomfort, too used to pain to do so at some discomfort. Yet very quickly things were getting steadily worse. Soon I was breathing deeply, grunts escaping more and more often as the burning grew as the seconds passed. The last injection at least was discernable as to what it was, sedatives are pretty fast acting when intravenous.

God I sure hope I was getting my beauty rest what with all the induced sleeping they have been having me do. I enjoy sleep, in fact I really enjoy sleep it's bloody wonderful. But medicated sleep? No fucking thank you.

The light in the room got suspiciously brighter, not the way it should as if the sun was filtering into a room. No this was very deliberate, not that hard to figure out seeing as this bedroom didn't even have a window. I cringed away from the offending light source, hoping that if I just ignored it magically it would go away.

Turns out, lady luck hates my fucking guts. Not soon after the light got so disturbingly bright that I thought for sure the filament would have burnt out or something; I heard footsteps outside in the hall and they gave a foreboding sound.

"Kitten, I expect you out of bed or the punishment will be quite…severe." There was no faux kindness in his voice, it sounded as if he was a hair's way away from sadistic fury in fact. The terrifying prospect of mind altering torture was enough motivation to practically throw myself from the mattress with the coordination of a walrus in my delirious state.

Somehow I have managed to avoid getting yet another one of what I can only assume could be a long list of backhands, how I will never know seeing as I was almost peeing myself at the state Pierce was in. But as I stood, albeit swaying as I did so, his face pulled into the faux happy expression. I'm going to die here, that's the only outcome with this madman I am quite simply doomed to a horrible slow death.

"Good." He crooned, the sweet tone making me feel sick, "Now get yourself cleaned up, lessons start soon." God the fact that he is being obscure is doing nothing to help my current stress level. Was it possible to get grey hairs from stress alone at twenty? The throbbing reminder of why I didn't want to piss him off had me turning to what I could assume was the bathroom.

Until a vice like grip around my fore arm had my head screaming 'DANGER DANGER APPROACH WITH CAUTION' adrenalin spiking at the unknown. "What, do you say…kitten?" He gritted out through his teeth. He's going to break a tooth clenching his jaw like that.

But I knew what he wanted, and lord help me but it is the hardest bullshit I've ever had to do in my life. "Yes Papa." My voice was robotic and monotone, giving him the bare minimum so as not to be in the line of fire. With a feral grin he tightened his grip for a second before releasing and stalking his way out of the room. I knew before even looking at my arm that it was going to bruise…significantly.

Tears flooded my eyes against my will at the plunge my adrenaline took, emotional exhaustion already settling in and I have barely woken up. Is this really the fate I am left with? Trapped with a psychotic maniac where I am most probably doomed to die. Well, I scoffed through the tears, at least my files will be released to the public eventually, if I am to die I at least don't want my suffering to be in unknown silence.

Walking into the bathroom I almost laugh seeing just how awful I looked. Hair greasy and knotted, skin dirty and…was that dried blood? Ugh absolutely disgusting. My face was swollen and bruised with an impressive number of colors from the backhand I was at the receiving end of last night. I could also see the beginnings of the same where he grabbed me.

The shower was surprisingly nice, though I had to spend the entire time forcibly ignoring the extremely high likelihood of cameras being in the bathroom watching me at my most vulnerable. Though truth be told, vulnerability is my daunting reality for the foreseen future. Greeeaaat…

I was wrapped in a surprisingly large towel going back into that blasted bedroom, barely struggling to suppress a verbal noise of disgust at the 'outfit' laid out and prepared for me. The only real way to describe the dress was infantile at best. The gaudy shade of pink along with the sheer amount of frills and bows are a clear sign to his plan. He wants to break me then mold me into what he wants.

It just seems humiliation is his first step…joy. I put on the dress like it wasn't the most disgusting dress I've ever seen in my life without a word. It seemed like speaking in general when not addressed is just an utterly moronic decision if I've ever heard one. There were no shoes to go with it, must not of had booties in my size; I snicker under my breath at the thought.

I have no idea what I was supposed to do now, wait in here? Was I supposed to actually go out there? Hesitantly I reach for the door handle.

And like fucking magic it opened, leaving me with oodles and oodles of dread sitting in my stomach. This guy is trying to lead me into a false sense of security trying to lead up to the Stockholm's syndrome. Does he know how transparent he is being?

Slowly I move out of the room, startled by the two armed guards stationed outside my door. Seeing as they didn't SHOOT ME I'm going to pander a guess that coming out here is what I was supposed to do? Why is this so confusing!? Oh right because these people are sadistic bastards.

"In here kitten." I heard Pierce's voice carry from around a couple corners. How in the? Never mind I really don't want to know right now. Quickly schooling my features into a neutral blank expression I walk round the corner…to see what would look like a normal scene to the naked eye.

Pierce was sitting in (an albeit extremely fancy) lounge on a couch that was such a stark white it had to have been patented by Tony Stark for being so stark. God I make horrible jokes. He patted a spot next to him with this just creepy face that looked like he trying to be empathetic.

Cmon Anna don't roll your eyes don't do it you DO want to live don't' you? I sit and feel my heartrate spike, I've rolled right into the fox's den.

"Today starts your training kitten, we are going to start easy. You better do well I'm taking time off work for this, do you want to know what will happen if you don't do well?" Well the answer to that sinister question is easy enough.

"No, Papa."

"That's a good girl." Ugh gross stop smiling at me like I want to be here. That's when I get a closer look at my surroundings, on the table were three syringes all nicely capped…and a gun hidden behind a stack of books. I could just see it in the reflection of the television. What? "Dornröschen, my darling you have to make a choice." What? "I've brought you here out of the good of my heart," is that what you call it? "have and will take care of you," uh huh sure I know what 'take care of' means in the end, "should you choose to stay and keep me as your Papa." He said all this with his right hand placed on my knee in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture.

Oh fuck, how many girls has he done this to? Just how many were stupid enough to reject the offer? How many chose not to see?!

"Or you can leave? If you really want to?" I knew that look, predatory, he knew already that I had seen the gun. He had a gleam in his eye…that can't be the only gun. It's too obvious anyone could have seen it this is far too practiced. I glance down at his hands, right still on my knee and…there. His left was oddly placed near the decorative couch cushion, fingertips practically underneath it.

This entire thing is a test. If that is where his gun is, then clearly something was up with the one on the table. Empty, bait for the past girls to try to attack him and escape, only to be shot for their efforts. But clearly not everyone would go for that option that would be impossible. No, this is also a mind test, to see how smart you are.

One last glance at his left hand then back up to his eyes I reach for his left elbow, high above his hand in case he thought I was reaching for the actual gun. This man is an agent, I can't beat him only play along. Final step of the act was holding his left hand over his right and looking as innocent as the god awful dress he has me in. "Please Papa," yurk I'm actually going to throw up, "please let me stay here, I want to be your Dornröschen Papa." Thank god for high school German otherwise no way in hell would I have been able to even attempt pronouncing that word.

His predatory look somehow was made even creepier by the addition of glee in his face, the unnatural look of it almost had me dropping my mask. "Oh Dornröschen, you are such a smart girl, the best daughter any Papa could wish for." I'm sure you've said that to the other girls you have locked up in the basement. On second thought that statement might be closer to the truth than I would want to think about at the moment.

"Now," he pulled away automatically making me look at the cushion with fear, "since you are my daughter I must remind you of house rules since it's been a while huh darling? After having been at your mother's for so long."

Carefully I nod my head, wondering if this was his idea of creating a backstory via 'just play along' or if he wanted me to just participate in the game. "I see you have your medications, do you remember how to use them?"

Weeeeeelllll seeing as I have no fucking clue what they are and I've had a whole bunch of other shit pumped into me at the still there IV line in my arm what's it going to hurt now? "No Papa, I don't remember." I was fully expecting to be hit for the negative. Instead he grabbed the three syringes and put them physically into my open palms…what?

"That's alright darling Dornröschen, I'll show you, you'll have someone give them to you every morning before breakfast." Wonderful so I guess I'm in this for the fucking long run. But I nod my head, making my face (hopefully) seem pleasant. He was holding one of the syringes before tearing open an alcohol wipe, dude's not wearing gloves why's he care about going through with that part?

I let out an odd wheeze of pain when he suddenly stuck me, surprisingly quick. Without a word he did the same with the second and third before rubbing the area to disperse the unpleasantness. That is until he leaned in and inhaled deeply as if I had turned into a prime rib steak. What…the fuck?

"There we go, moving right along." Oh yeah sure continue talking like that was supposed to be normal. "I would give you breakfast darling, I really would, but we took too much time. You must go to therapy, you will go…won't you?" Oh woe is the subtle warning, this guy sure overused them.

"Yes Papa." He did a weird hand signal towards one of the corners, all the while looking at me. Fun, another lab coat to join the party. He came forward and curled a hand around my bicep easily making me stand from the couch. Time to face the music, I can't help but chuckle wryly knowing the music would probably soon be my own screams.

Semi dragged, almost kinda going of my own volition we head down a hall and through a door…that lead to a set of stairs. A set of descending stairs jesus was I actually right on the keeping the living girls in the basement?! Oh wait no almost but not quite, this was a lab (cough torture chamber cough) with evidence of other girls from before left behind.

It was almost impossible to see, but there were small things like the indentations of where bodies were held to the cushioned chair. It looked like the same material as dentist chairs imprints never really leave them. Like a dentist chair this is just as comfortable, aka not at all.

I didn't like that they were already putting restraints at every possible location they could think of, that just screams electro shock therapy. These people do love to stay in the past since insane asylums and their inhumane 'treatments' have been disbanded…well since the 90s because most of the places didn't close down permanently until then. Fun little tidbit for the day just don't bring it to your family members they'd wonder why you were looking up gruesome history.

Lab coat put a mouth guard in my mouth before I could say anything snarky like how inconsiderate is that! Though one can't keep a mental rant going when faced with an alarmingly large vial of electric green fluid (is…is it glowing?) is being brought to one's own IV.

"Whrmurhuuuh?" I tried to say around the guard but it was too big to spit out. Either way the douche ignored me and stuck the vial into a syringe and thusly into the IV port. Damn that's cold he's not even looking me in the eye…coward. My arm feels like ice, what the hell was that stuff?

With practiced ease he started placing electrodes in varying spots on my body, from my head all the way down to the legs. Needless to say I'm breathing preeetty frantically right now, well until he presses an odd series of buttons and one final big button.

That's when the slightly muffled screaming began.