Hours later, the sun is about to sink below the horizon. I have stayed out on the balcony the entire day. He hasn't come back into the room, which I'm glad for. He scares me, more than everyone else in my entire life, except for Them.
Since I have come out here, my thoughts have been of what he's going to do to me. Each image gets worse and worse, until I'm hyperventilating. It takes a lot of deep breathes and clearing my mind to calm me down, which I just succeeded.
Seeing something in the trees, my eyes stare at the thing, puzzled. Soon it becomes clear that its a person, with a bow and arrow pointed at this building. I straighten up, hoping its SHIELD and that they are going to rescue me.
I jump, standing up, as the Winter Soldier barges into my room. Quickly he comes out to where I am. I step back, away from him, scared that he's going to harm me now. He takes one giant step, stopping right in front of me, almost touching.
His right hand quickly grabs my left wrist, in an implacable grasp. He firmly but gently drags me into the room and then out of the room. I twist and yank my arm, struggling to get free. But his non-metal hand is way stronger than me.
'If he takes me away, SHIELD might not be able to find me!' My mind screams in horror. 'I can't let that happen.'
We quickly walk down the stairs, to the main floor. My right hand tries to grab anything to hamper our movements but he keeps walking, yanking my grip free. He keeps me close to his side, like he's protecting me though I don't know why.
My bedroom was on the third floor. Higher than I would have jumped from. I know that I'm unable to fly, having jumped off a roof when I was about ten, after seeing the movie 'Superman'. Luckily I landed in a bush, resulting in no broken bones or gashes.
Outside, he forces me towards a black SUV. We only stop when Agent Coulson and Natasha step around the back of the SUV, heading to the driver's door. The Winter Soldier forces me behind him, his hand not letting go of my wrist.
"Sasha." Natasha says, like she's talking to an old friend, though both her guns are pointed at the Winter Soldier, ready for anything.
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here." The Winter Soldier demands, like he's the owner of Agent Coulson.
"Let her go and we will talk." Agent Coulson tries to bargain, taking a step closer, raising his hands to shoulder height.
"She is mine." The Winter Soldier roars out, pulling me forward until I'm against his back. "I won't let you harm her."
Taking a deep breath, I kick the Winter Soldier's right knee. It doesn't really do anything except making his hand loosen around my wrist. With one jerk, I wrench my arm free. Without stopping, I start running away from him, towards the forest.
Hopefully I'm heading to the right spot where I saw the person in the tree. I am known for being without their direction. I can get lost easily, going the wrong way on a street, unless I know the road. That is why I always carry a compass with me.
My breathing is starting to become shorter and shorter, warning me that I'm reaching the end of what my body is capable of doing without killing me. But I have to push on, terrified of what will happen if he catches me.
Shortly, a man drops out of a tree in front of me. I stop, tensing in fear, before realizing that its Clint. Quickly I run to him, knowing that I'm safe now. His bow is notched and ready, pointing at something behind me.
Easily I dodge around Clint, stopping. My chest is heaving from my run, unable to get much oxygen due to lung damage. I try to breathe deeply. My eyes look around Clint's form, seeing the Winter Soldier fighting Natasha.
They both seem to be evenly matched, knowing their opponents' moves. Its like a deadly dance, each move might be their last. Coulson is to the side, looking at both of them, not wanting either one to be hurt though I don't know why.
Pain sears my chest. I bite down on my lower lip to keep from screaming. My eyes tightly close, stopping the tears from flowing out of my eyes. It hurts so much, like a white-hot rod of pain through tissue and bone. It feels like I'm on fire.
I know that this happens if I do too much physical activity or if my body panics for very long. All because my body is still healing from my burial and the coma. Usually I take some pills that help if I plan on doing any extortion or anything.
I haven't done anything this bad since I freaked out in the hospital after I woke up from my coma. The doctors had to drug me for hours until I was able to calm down. Usually I just can't breathe for an hour or two, knowing how much my body can take.
Blackness surrounds me. There are no outlines or gray areas. Its promising that nothing bad is going to happen to me. Trusting it, I lay down, wrapping the blackness around me in a peaceful cocoon. It sends me into a blissful oblivion.
