Her dream, she thought in the morning, was rather strange, and interesting. In her dream, she was in the Soldier's room alone. She stood there, waiting impatiently, for him to return. When she decided to sit on the bed, he barged through the door, and they both embraced each other in absolute tenderness. They started to passionately kiss, lightly at first, then it started to get rough. They kissed each others lips so hard, their teeth clashed together. They released their embrace, not too often, to breathe. After a while, they stopped and stared deeply into each others eyes, close enough to share their breath. He cupped her rosy, shaky cheeks. He started whispering, "you left me. Alone. You left me." Bella shook her head, "I didn't leave you. I promised I'd come back, and I did. See, I'm here." The dejected man shook his head quickly, "I was here all alone B-" she covered his mouth with her hand, "it doesn't matter anymore, because I'm here now." He took her hand and longingly kissed her knuckles, "you're here now, with me." They tightly hugged each other; she felt every inch of his body, and smelled the grease in his hair. He was there. Just as they continued, the scene started to fade away. She had woken up. When she got up, that was all she could think about. She took a shower, and ate breakfast, did her usual routine, but this time, she took a shot of whiskey to emforget the moment that never happened. She put on her suit, and headed for 'work.'
She stopped by Sweet Bakery deli on her way for breakfast. She was a zombie; she didn't know what was going on, or at least didn't pay attention, and stared into space. The guy behind the counter wrapped her bagel and put it in a bag. The bag was a bit heavier than usual, but she didn't notice. She parked a few blocks away from the headquarters, for no reason other than her fear of being tagged. The last thing she needs is to be tracked down by Hydra and get caught. She threw the bagel paper in her cup holder, and unconsciously stuffed the contents of the bag in her suit. By the time she had reached the surgery room, she noticed the contents too late. She started to panic, but didn't show it. She kept her arms close to hold up the plastic case. The Soldier came out, and he looked awful. His arms were tied with zip-ties, and his 'human' hand was on the verge of turning blue. They threw him on the chair, that wretched chair. He was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and his temples were swollen and palish purple. Pierce grabbed his hair and pulled his head back; he whispered something Bella couldn't make out, but she got an idea of what he said, after he told the engineer to inject him with synthetic sustenance. "Pierce, if you don't mind me asking, bu what exactly is synthetic sustenance?" Pierce gave the Soldier a light pat on the face for whatever reason, "we don't feed him real food, as you can see. This synthetic food is injected with a long needle into his stomach. It'll dissolve quickly, and meet his 'hunger' needs. We need it to dissolve as quickly as possible so he doesn't need to use the latrine or gain unnecessary weight." "Is that -" She was going to finish her sentence, but she saw the 'long needle' Pierce was talking about. It seemed roughly about twelve inches, and it was metal; it was rusty. The needle pierced the upper layer of his skin, and Bella yelled for the engineer to wait. Everyone's attention was focused on her. She had the floor now, "wouldn't putting him to sleep suffice? Since we practically 'die' when we sleep, he won't get hungry. Also, it seems like you are running low on this synthetic sustenance, so we should use it when we absolutely need it." She spoke about this as if she understood it. And the rest turned to her favor; they went with it, and sent her and the Soldier to his room.
She clenched the case between her arms and her chest as they walked to his uninhabitable sector. They entered the room, and he shyly held his arm, wanting to speak, but unable to find his tongue. She took out the case, which contained eggs, potatoes, and a small chunks of steak; a heavy meal for a big man. He turned his back to her, and she put her hand on his shoulder, "I got you real breakfast." He shrugged her off his shoulder and walked towards the corner of the room. "You're not allowed to be here," he said sternly. "I just saved you from a huge ass rusty needle and a risk of a lethal disease. I also got you food, emreal food/em, so the least you can do is thank me." He quickly turned around and glared at Bella, and she felt nervous; the scenarios came back. "Thank you? You ruined me! Because of you, I can't focus on my mission!" "Maybe your mission needs to change." He quickly paced towards her, and she walked backwards, "maybe this needs to change! You should not be here!" She hit the wall with her back and he hovered over her, "maybe you need to be my mission. Maybe I should just drop everything and try to liquidate you instead of that Captain guy!" Bella started to yell, "maybe you should!" The Soldier's eyes kept scowling, as he scanned her body, up to down. She kept her gaze down, but something tempted her to look at him in the eye. After scanning her a few times, he met her eyes. They both stared into each others souls, trying to find another argument. The Soldier started to breathe heavily. Bella opened her mouth slightly, so she won't make breathing sounds. The smell of sweat, fear, and anger occupied the air, giving off a sour, lemony smell. The Soldier slowly wrapped his hand around her neck, and clutched it delicately. Isabella gulped and clenched her fists, because rough-play was her favorite type of play. She slightly raised her chin to show her 'fearlessness'. The Soldier moved his hand to her chin and shoved it high above than her neck could stretch. He swiftly moved his head towards her neck, and bit her hard.
She moaned in bittersweet pain. She loved it, but if she showed it, he'd stop. She raised her hands to his chest to 'push him away.' He grabbed her wrists and shoved them to her sides, and pinned them down. "Please don't hurt me," she said in an artificial plea. He looked at her in an unpromising way. He maneuvered his face close to hers, until they breathed into each others mouths. He pushed his forehead against hers, and he whispered, "why did you leave me?" emHoly crap!/em It wasn't the exact moment in her dream, but it was pretty damn close. "You left me. You left, and it took you so long to come back." She wiggled her hands under his grip, and he released. She put her hands on his face, "I had to. I couldn't stay." He shook his head, "no, you left me, here, alone. You left me with them." She ran her fingers through his hair, "I'm here. I came back, and that's all that matters. I'm here, and I won't leave you." He cupped her hands with his, bent her fingers and the knuckle, and kissed them. "Promise you'll stay with me." Bella longingly looked at him and was mute. "Promise me, you'll stay." This time, it wasn't a plea, his tone was grim. "I-I can't, stay, but I will come back every-" "Promise me you'll stay." He cut her off mid-sentence, and squeezed the curve of her hourglass figure. His grip was nondetachable, and he started to bruise her sides. She tried getting his hands off of her, but his grip was stone. She looked at him in pain, "let go. You're hurting me!" He squeezed tighter, "promise me you'll stay." She gave in, "fine, I promise I'll stay." His grip released immediately; and he pulled a legitimate smirk. "Come with me to bed." All of a sudden, Pierce knocked on the door, "Isabella, did you sedate him?" "Yes I did, Mr. Pierce. Come in and see for yourself!" Before the Soldier could speak, she took a titanium baton from her thigh and hit the Soldier upside the head, knocking him out. She caught him before he fell, and quickly put him on the bed. Brock and Pierce walk in, astounded at the fact that the Soldier was sleeping, and she wasn't hurt. "Well then," Pierce started, "thank you...umm..." "Isabella." Pierce had been calling her by her name since she got there; he'd probably just wanted to see if Bella was really emBella./em "Right, Isabella. I'll call you Bella, is that okay?" Bella nodded in approval, and made their way to the surgery room, leaving the unconscious soldier behind.
She walked behind them, but Pierce slowly receded from the rest until he and Bella were side by side. "Bella, let me ask you something. How did you put him to sleep?" Bella started to panic, but kept it hidden. "I, uh, well..." she waited for a distraction, but she couldn't always be lucky. "I simply gave him the rest of my sleeping remedy I had, in case of a situation like this." Pierce looked at her in incredulity. "Okay, well, what did you really do? Answer honestly, and I'll see if it deserves punishment." Bella shrugged; should she tell Pierce what had happened? She said "sorry, sir. I-he got a bit out of hand, so I took a baton from my boot and knocked him out." Pierce snickered, "you did? Good, you're capable of self-defense, means less security for you, and you could be our defense system." Bella forced a smirk. When they reached the surgery room, Pierce declined the coffee offer, and left the premises. However, Bella took the coffee, and injected herself in the conversation.
They talked about their plans for New World Order, then they talked about their plans for after they 'win the war.' "Well, all I know is, I'll be a lady killer," the engineer proclaimed. Brock laughed, along with everybody else, including Bella. "What's so funny? I can be a lady killer; I'm like fine wine, smooth and romantic." Brock laughed even harder, "yeah, you'll kill 'em alright. You're too much for me, Joe, you really are!" Joe, the engineer's name was Joe. Bella told herself to remember that. The scene seemed like a day in high school. They seemed so friendly, they weren't serious or talking murder at all. This changed Bella's point of view on the enemies. They may seem like the worst group in the world, but they had their own human side; where they laughed and joked, chatted and forgot about New World Order for a moment.
They turned their attention to Bella. "So Bella, where were you before you discovered Hydra?" Brock sounded intimidating, as if he knew she was part of S.H.I.E.L.D. "I was, all over the place. I worked in retail, then to restaurants, then finally went to train in Russia." Brock looked impressed at her lies, which he perceived as the truth. "Russia? Maybe we had the same trainer? Trained by a guy?" Isabella immediately answered, "I had a girl train me." She was hinting at the Black Widow in an obvious manner. Natasha actually trained her for a year or two. "A woman? Was she any good?" Joe was clearly sexist, and biased in his views of women. Brock looked at him in shame, but Bella only shrugged. "Let me see what you got, though," Brock challenged. The other Hydra members looked in amazement, encouraging the fight. They placed their bets on who would beat the other. Everyone cheered on either Brock or Bella; Brock was ready for a fight, but Bella was a bit shy. She knew how to fight, and win, but she wasn't too sure about fighting Brock. Then again, she never was sure about anything so far. "Come on, Bella, they're counting on a good fight." Brock held his fists up, and Bella finally stood up to the challenge. She deviously smirked, "hope you wrote a will; it's gonna be too late after I'm done with you." Everyone in the room laughed at her witty comment, and Brock got tense. "Let's go, princess."
They walked to a room full of jail cells, but it was spacious; ample room for a good fight. Everyone followed like lost pups. Brock took off his shirt, only to reveal a pure white tank top. Bella tied her hair in a French braid in a matter of seconds, to prevent his ability to pull it. They both did their set of 'eager' stretching; calmly throwing their arms, bending their knee is six different was, twisting their necks. They were both ready at the same time. "Let's make this more interesting; the winner..." Bella tried to think of a desirable reward. After a few short seconds, Brock calls out from the other end of the room, "the winner gets to side with the Soldier when the helicarriers are airborne. Deal?" Winning this fight would mean that Bella would be the closest to the Soldier, and she could easily kill him off, because right now, he is least expecting it. It's the perfect strategy. "Deal."
Both went up to the center of the room, fist-bumped, and took two steps back. They raised their fists; Joe took a slightly rotted police stick, and banged on the cell gate, "fight!" Brock and Bella circled slowly, making sure to never remove their killer stares. Brock gave a sly smirk, and went in for the swing, hitting Bella's jaw, almost breaking it. Brock shook his hand a bit, "is your jaw made of steel? Damn!" The crowd cheered, and Bella indulged in it; "titanium, actually. Forgot to mention it." Brock looked surprised, and the room fell quiet. "What the hell happened?" Bella shrugged; she was ready to fight viciously. "Well, I was on a mission in Syria, trying to calm the havoc. However, protesters didn't like that, so they shot me in the jaw; twice, right next to each other." Joe looked in awe, "so, your entire jaw is titanium?" Bella nodded, "I'm not that badass." Joe walked closer to Bella, "may I?" Joe pointed to her jaw. He squished her fleshy jaw, to be stopped by metal. He went from under her ear to her chin, nodding, "your jaw is half titanium. The scars, right under them, are plates of metal; big plates of metal." Bella shrugged, "yeah." "Amazing!" They were about to marvel in her 'cyborg-jaw', but Pierce walked in, looking pretty pissed. "what the hell are you guys doing down here? Get back upstairs now! You still have work to do!" They all bowed their heads in mock shame, and went back to the surgery room. Pierce pulled Bella to the side, "you have metal in your jaw?" "Yes. How did you hear?" "I heard you from the surgery room. Is it okay, your jaw?" "Yes, of course! No need to worry." Pierce nodded and trailed behind them all.
They all continued their work, once the engineer started with the Soldier, who was waiting patiently on the chair. He seemed, blank. He stared out into space; and gave no clue to what anyone was doing. Bella relaxed her guard, but kept a close eye on the brainwashed, depressing trooper. Bella felt a bit remorseful for knocking him out, but he needed that to be done to him, especially from Isabella. He slowly turned his head towards Bella, and she tensed up. Even though his face was a blank canvas, she felt his emotions of rage and hatred spew out of him like a volcano. Bella stared back, and was interrupted by Pierce, "you can handle yourself with him, yes? Take him to his accommodations. And Joseph injected him with a placid agent, making him slow, and luckily for you, difficult to upset or excite him." Bella nodded, knowing that the Soldier could penetrate past the walls of serenity. He stood up, she grabbed the back of his collar, and shrugged him forward.
She finally opened the 'door-of-all-burdens' and thrusted him inside. He just stood there. She pushed him in a little more, and turned her back to leave. In an instant, he grabbed her hair, pulled her inside the room, and slammed her against the wall. "Stay; if you move, I will hurt you." He turned to close the door. He came back to Bella, and he was beyond infuriated. He kept her against the wall by pushing against her chest with his bionic hand. He stared at her, while she tried to look away. He took his human palm, and pushed her face to one side. He slid his prosthetic up her neck to her jaw, and tapped it lightly. He then pressed his palm against it, and shot bolts of electricity into the metal plates. Bella yelped and fell to her knees, pushing against the sharp electrical pain. The Soldier looked at his palm in astonishment, "I'm-I'm sorry." Bella looked up at him, and he held out his hand. She pushed him away and headed for the door. "Don't leave." His voice was ambiguous. She wasn't sure if he meant it politely, or austerely. She took a step or two forward, and he grabbed her by her collar, and threw her on the table. They eyed each other, deeply. She looked at him lustfully. Everything that had happened had lead to this moment. Something about him abusing her; making her feel like nothing, but everything, made her feel strange.
He delicately pinned her down by her shoulders. He glanced at her legs, and looking at her directly in the eye, grabbed her knees, and forcefully spread her legs wide apart, and stood between them. She was nervous, but he was a wreck. He continued to awkwardly stare at her. She tried to pull her legs together without pulling him in. She sat up and pushed him away, closing her legs; she gave a sensual smirk. He looked at her brutally. He gripped to her knees tightly, and spread them even further apart, making her squeal. Her mouth hung open and he looked down on her. Once again, he pinned her down, this time, harsh. It made her feel paralyzed and vulnerable. He slowly leaned closer to her; she tried to not make eye contact. However, that made the situation run it's course. He went to her neck, and bit it roughly. He continued to plant kisses on her neck aggressively. He breathed heavily on her neck, causing her to arch her back.
He trailed down her neck to her chest, but stopped at her collar bone. He sucked her skin and flesh, drooling and making the area red. She bit her lip; she wanted to do something, but she enjoyed being the 'victim'. After a few kisses, he pulled her shirt over her, revealing her hourglass figure. He looked at her shyly for a brief moment, but overcame that and grabbed the curve of her waist. He continued to kiss and bite her neck, all while she looked to her left. He had bite her hard, and she pushed him up, locking eyes. She entwined a large bunch of his hair, and pulled him to her lips.
They engulfed each other's mouths, never leaving the lip-lock. Once his jaw was low enough, she seized the opportunity to shove her tongue into his mouth. He sucked away, and looked at her bafflingly. She rolled her eyes and pulled him fiercely towards her. They continued to try and swallow each other, not giving a moment to breathe. Shortly afterwards, they pulled away, and breathed copiously into the opposite's mouth. She smelled the sweat and hunger from his breath. He moved his hands from her waist, and leaned on his elbows, which were securely planted on both sides. She rubbed his forearms, then grabbed his biceps firmly. She made her way to thee rim of his shirt, keeping the eye-lock. She pulled it over his head and stared at his breathtaking physique. He put his palms on her cheeks, kissed her forehead, and stood up; and she sat up as well. Her legs, still wrapped around him, pulled him onto her as tightly as possible, telling him not to leave. He glided his hands over her thighs, above her hips, and back down to her rump, and he lifted her off the table, moving her to the bed. The Soldier leaned over Bella, and kissed her passionately.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close. She couldn't wait anymore; she loosened her pants. The Soldier, not taking his lips from hers, tugged at it, and it easily slid down her legs, making a loud thump. He looked down at the pants, but she pulled his face to hers. He took no time pulling down his pants. He grabbed her lacy, sweaty panties, when she swatted him away; "wait." She reached for her burlesque-style stocking, and pulled out a rubber. He took it from her, put it on, and grabbed her lingerie. He swiftly pulled it from her hips, and let it slide from her legs. His metal arm was cold to the touch on her thigh, and it sent a shiver across her back. He picked up her legs, and held it around his hips. She grabbed the sheets and braced for impact. He slowly pushed him inside of her. He clenched his eyes in sweet pain; something he's never felt before. Bella bit her lip hard, but let out a deep moan. He leaned back over her, but was too weak to do anything. He pushed his forehead against hers, and just gave short, resonant grunts. Bella held him, and started to lacerate his back, which made him moan. He grabbed to Bella's hips, and clutched them so hard, she started to bruise right under his fingers. Her legs, still tight around his hips, allowed her hips to roll as he thrusted deeper inside, forcing grunts and sweat to fill the room.
Bella thought to herself, this is sticky. But she didn't mind. The Soldier's eyes closed tighter and his mouth hung open. He breathed heavily on Bella's face and neck, making her stomach twist. Something about his hungry-smelling breath made Bella fall in love with every aspect of him. She gave no thought of the fact that she was having passionate sex with the man she's supposed to kill in a few days. She was screwed.
The Soldier's eyebrows dropped, his grip grew tighter, and he was on the verge of climax. Bella grabbed tighter to him, and pulled him into her faster. Short, loud moans came from the Soldier as he released himself. Bella grabbed his hair and panted heavily through her teeth. He moved his hands to her face, and kissed her. His lips were hot with lust, and his sweat rolled down his face to hers, leaving warm spots on her countenance. Once he pried his lips from hers, she arched her back to it's full potential, grabbed the sheets, and finally rode her climax out. She dropped back to the bed, and her paramour rolled next to her, their legs hanging off the cheap structure (which proved to be better than previously thought). Bella stared at the ceiling, until the Soldier started to stare at her. She looked at him, and he got up.
He got his underwear, and threw the panties at her. Once they were on, Bella got up to get her stuff and leave. However, the Soldier grabbed her arm and pulled her back. He held her to his body with his hand on the curve of her back. He looked at her deeply, "don't leave." It seemed as if he were a child learning to speak; he spoke a few words at a time, and sometimes not even in legitimate sentences. Bella looked at him perplexingly. He slipped his hands down to her rear, and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him, and he lied her on the bed. "Stay the night, Bella." He knew my name.
Bella scooted the pillow away from her, but the Soldier pulled it off the bed completely. "I pushed the pillow for you." On his hands and knees on the bed, he looked at Bella, "if you don't have the pillow, then I won't." His sweetness pulled a smile on her face. He lied down next to her, and she rolled on one side, her back to him. He slipped his arm between her arm and hip, and he pulled himself tightly to her back. Their bodies fit together, as if they were meant to do this; they were meant to be together forever. He kissed her nape, and they both fell asleep in sweet bliss.
