You're No Specialist
A/N: Welcome back! Did'ya miss me? Let's not waste your time here, you didn't come to say "Hi" to me - you came to read the second installment of You're No Specialist. Here you go, enjoy.
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"Herr Zemo, you're in luck today."
I stopped tapping the back of my head against the thick polycorbonate glass and bent my head to scowl at the guard.
"You..." He tapped the glass in front of me. "...get to go outside."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Outside? For what?
The guard raised his eyebrows and leaned his head toward me, "Your Specialist is here today. You know, your only guest this whole month."
I unfurrowed my eyebrows and leaned back in my seat. Oh. Him.
The guard removed the front panel of my cell and grasped my arm, pulling me out. I stumbled a bit as the blood flowed back into my legs.
"Upstairs says you've been in there for too long. You're gonna need to take a physical." The guard chuckled at me as I took two wobbly steps forward.
I shook off the guard's hand on my shoulder and stumbled forward. Even though I hadn't walked in weeks, I wasn't going to let anyone give me assistance.
"Good morning, Mr. Zemo." The cheerful voice of that brat Ben Shelly rang in my ears. I scowled in return as I advanced to meet him. I glanced around at my surroundings. I was in an outdoor gymnasium surrounded by thick glass walls. Probably has a laser grid just beyond.
The kid nodded to the guard that was escorting me. The guard walked over to the entrance from which I had just come. Another guard passed through the doors and went to stand beside him.
I looked back at the wheelchair-bound brat. "Well?"
The kid looked up at me from his clipboard. "Alright, today you will be doing a physical examination. Right now, we are going to test your physical strength and coordination, and later you will be getting a check-up in the infirmary. Is that understood?" The kid tilted his head as if to question my stupidity.
"I was already told," I responded curtly.
"Yessir." The boy nodded. "Now, for this test you will need to do exactly as I tell you."
I shifted my center of gravity and crossed my arms. "Proceed."
"Put your right hand forward," the brat instructed.
I did so.
"Okay, and take it out," the kid continued.
I did so as well.
"Put in back in," the boy instructed, moving his arm forward to mimic what I was supposed to do.
I did this, my eyebrows raised in suspicion. He's up to something.
"Now shake your arm back and forth." The boy tapped his clipboard with his pen.
I did this, then stopped. "This is not part of the test is it?"
"Nah, I just wanted to see you do the Hokey-Pokey." The brat smiled at me. I could hear the guards chuckling.
I scoffed, doubting his credibility as a specialist even more.
I passed through the doors of the infirmary. Two guards flanked me, the brat wheeling behind me. We walked back to my cell.
When we reached my unit, one of the guards pressed my face against the wall so I couldn't see as another typed in the code to my room. As if I was capable of getting out of my cell once they locked me in.
My nose popped as I was released from the wall. I scowled. I walked into the room and sat back into my seat. I watched as the guards closed and locked the front panel of my cell back into place. They left the room and went to stand outside of the doorway.
The brat wheeled his way toward me. He stopped a few feet away from my cell. "Thank you again, Mr Zemo. The test went well today. I expect the results from the doctors tomorrow so I can sign off on your physical. I hope to see you next week."
I grunted. His goodbyes were getting more long-winded.
The kid nodded to me and wheeled out the doorway and down the hall.
I leaned my head back against the polycorbonate glass and continued my brooding, counting off all of the things I hated about life.
A/N: Alright. Part two complete! Thanks, as always, for reading. I'll see you next week for part three. :D