I startle awake, stunned that there wasn't another dream. I was more or less expecting to be visited by the abusive fuckwad that is using my face in my dreams so when it didn't happen I was pretty floored. But at the same time I was feeling more rested now than compared to the other times I was asleep here.

There was a note taped to the inside of the door, aw crap. Sighing at the inevitable I tiredly make my way to the note, before blanching.

'Dornröschen, my darling you have impressed me time and time again. You have advanced far quicker than the others and I feel you must have training to back it up. There is an outfit laid out, you have five minutes from when you finish reading this letter."

Fuck! I glance at the corner of the room where the only open and OBVIOUS camera was before whipping round looking for said outfit. I almost missed it in my panic about the time restraint, but there it was all folded up on the dresser. Holy shit they put shoes out, the fuck does this mean? Never mind I'm on a time constraint.

Snatching the lot and going into the bathroom for the false sense of privacy I hurriedly get into the workout pants and shirt, chuckling under my breath that they gave me SHIELD branded clothing. The boots looked almost like what I saw Bucky wearing before, just a hell of a lot smaller. Tactical, interesting. I had barely enough time to whip my relatively short hair into a pony tail, the ends of it tickling my neck.

That's when an agent barged into the bathroom and harshly grabbed my arm dragging me out into the hall of the house. Further being shoved I was dragged…out of the house? What in the actual fuck is going on? I didn't have time to question it because I was shoved into a car with entirely blacked out windows, mother fuckers wouldn't even give me an inch to figure where the hell I am in D.C.

Pierce sat opposite me with a fucking picnic basket, a picnic basket? Really?!

"Ah Dornröschen how kind of you to join me." Don't roll your eyes don't roll your eyes, if you're too sassy you die.

"Good morning Papa." Boom I'm fucking brilliant, bastard swelled in the chest like he was a fucking male rat it was almost amusing.

"Where we are going you're going to need your energy," he passed me an apple and a bag of almonds. What amazing sources of sustenance, really I've never felt more full in my life. "You are also going to need this." It was just a normal glass with a straw, but knowing them the word normal was entirely misleading. Whatever it's not like I cared all that much.

Obediently I ate what was given to me and went to work on the funny shake thing. It tasted like chocolate, like he was giving me a protein shake. There were funny swirls of orange in there… Whatever just whatever don't notice, don't comment. But I couldn't help myself, looking at the orange then up at him I quirked an eyebrow but said nothing more.

I just don't have the effort to give any fucks regarding this, too busy planning ahead. Good lord am I glad Hydra doesn't have anyone who can read minds. I just need to figure out when in this history I am, how much time I have before my move. If it was years away I couldn't wait, I would face my chances with Hydra still having power.

But I was also worried hell what it was fucking tomorrow when the events all take place? Would I ever be ready to just go for it? Probably not but really I wasn't ever ready for anything I just fucking went with it.

The drive was over surprisingly quickly, it only lasted maybe twenty minutes at best, the only problem I had was I still had no idea where I was. That was probably the most frustrating thing about this entire thing, mostly because I'm ignoring the gloating look Pierce has on his stupid smug face.

The door was opened and once again I was being dragged far faster than my short legs could keep up.

"Rumlow!" I heard from the car and the agent dragging me turned back, "make sure she sees one of the others training before throwing her into the den." There was a gleam in his eye…fuck me.

Rumlow, oh yeah this son of a bitch at some point tries to kill Steve. I don't like you. He was dragging me through whatever facility this place was, going round bends and down halls until we were in like what looked to be a main area of the building. We were underground, all light was artificial and was the awful kind that make my skin look purple and green.

Oh sweet lord, the center of the room was a cage, like a fighting arena. To one side was a chair, my chair probably. Roughly Rumlow shoved my ass into the chair, probably doesn't want me to move either. Soon enough the Winter Soldier came in the room, god damn he does have a swagger that is just too funny. He stood in the cage, waiting for instruction maybe, but I could tell he was glancing at me. I looked very out of place among the agents, mostly because the majority of them were probably in their thirties while I was only twenty.

Time to act it up, "The soldier from the alley?" I mutter with a question, just loud enough for Rumlow to hear.

"So you do remember him, interesting."

"Hard not to sir." I don't think I will get used to this, not by a long shot.

My attention was pulled to one of the halls where I could hear a girl's voice, she was begging and pleading to go home. How long has she been held here for? Two agents were dragging her along, even as she flailed screamed and cried. I absolutely could not tell what she really looked like because of the lighting, all I could tell is her features were full and luscious. She didn't look very strong if I had to make that observation, no real muscle tone in her figure.

She was shoved into the cage and the door was locked.

"Pay attention D0359, you're in there next." Did he, did he give me a warning? Oh my god he did, he was refusing to look at me. But why? Ask questions later, for now I'm going to do exactly as he said.

The floaties basically covered the soldier from head to toe, I could hardly see him underneath all that and it just about gave me a headache wanting to turn it off. The nameless girl on the other hand not so much. In fact his were highly concentrated his stance calculating and prepared to go hand to hand. Hers were all over the place and sporadic, if she doesn't move them into her legs soon there is no way she would be able to react once he attacks.

Not two seconds later he had used his right leg to sweep hers out from under her and slammed his metal hand onto her throat. She was essentially pinned and down for the count…he isn't using all his strength. Oh good lord I could see it not even half of the things that he could use were putting force onto her throat. If she would focus he was totally going to let her up so she could try again.

But she wasn't she was too panicked, flailing her limbs about wildly instead of focusing on escaping the grasp he has around her throat. This was my competition? She's useless why is she still alive? Somehow I just don't see why. The only reason she isn't dead now if I had to theorize is she has at least some of the healing ability.

Any normal untrained person would be badly injured from that hold. But she also didn't seem to actually be trying to get him off her…what the actual hell kid? Somehow I could tell she was younger than me, if not by much physically then mostly mentally. Did she have any idea as to what Hydra even was? I'd like to bet not.

I almost scoffed when he eventually stood, him realizing she wasn't going to even attempt fighting back. The agents looked quite pissed off, sweetie why in the hell would you do nothing?

A hand rested on my shoulder and I jumped at the sudden heat in the chilly building. "See why you're my favorite Dornröschen? They don't even compare to the abilities that are in your possession." He added volume to his voice, "Bring her here!" What was almost like adoration in his tone when talking to me, turned cold as ice when talking about her. The Soldier lifted her by the back of the neck, forcefully pushing her out the cage in front of Pierce who now had me standing beside him hand remaining on my shoulder.

His face was empty, no emotion whatsoever, but still I fought to meet his eyes. He was trying to avoid my gaze staying frozen still keeping the girl's head facing Pierce.

"Subject D0300 that was a pitiful performance, I'm almost ashamed to have had my Dornröschen witness it." What is he doing? My eyebrows fall and I hardly glance to my right in confusion, just as much as the Soldier. I almost missed it, but the muscles around his eyes tightened ever so slightly.

"Please sir," she was whimpering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll do better I swear!" Why didn't she call him Papa? She has the same kind of subject number as myself so she has to be a part of the project right?

Papa's face fell into a sneer, but it was terrifying since it was mixed with a snarl. The Soldier noticed all the signals from me screaming how petrified I actually was. This was an environment I didn't know, didn't have that semblance of control over. This place was big unpredictable and scary mostly because I hardly think I would be with Papa for long periods of time while here.

"You think begging will have me be lenient with you? Pathetic, truly pathetic. Darling," He leaned in to my ear and my neck cringed away, "cut off her airway."

My heart fell, but my life won out. All I had to do was pull the insides of her throat together. Her strangled gasps, the sounds of her trying to breathe brought horrified tears to my eyes. I refused to detach from this one, I wouldn't do that again. I had to set my face hard as stone, only then did the Soldier make eye contact with me. His dead eyes sparking with the pain I'm sure resides in my own.

The ringing sound of a gunshot scared the shit out of me, making me jump violently with a shriek, hands slamming over my ears. "Sorry Dornröschen I don't have the patience to drag it out today. I do however want to see how well you fare against the Asset." Oh fuck no, I can't fight! I mean I've somewhat done it wrestling my guy friends growing up but this was something that was so very different on a very bad level.

I was very tense as I walked over to the cage, the Soldier only had his hand on my arm as a formality seeing as he was moving at the speed I was going. Think Anna think, watch out for his legs stay far enough out of his reach, he was shifting his arms in a way that seemed like he would initially do something with his right arm before following it up with the left. Oh my god I am so screwed.

I forced myself to relax once the cage was shut, nothing good would happen if I was too tense to react. Now I was hyper focused refusing to be distracted from the floaters around him, the fact that I had insight to his tells almost made me want to weep in thankfulness. I was loose with my feet equal distance apart, mostly prepared to launch myself backwards more than anything else.

Through the floaters I could see his face, he was studying me and every move I made. Out of the corner of my eye Papa nodded SHIT. His right leg got a scary concentration as well as his left arm, he can't possibly be doing the same- HOLY FUCK HE WAS FAST the thoughts were screaming just as panicked as I was trying to move away.

It was only due to the forewarning that I knew to dive roll to the left. I faltered so I was only able to send a shove to the backs of his knees, thankfully with enough force to send him sprawled flat on his stomach. Oh...no...his head whipped to me eyes focusing and recalculating. Let's just say he wasn't on the floor for fucking long. Just long enough for me to stand up.

His metal fist was flying towards my face, and was only barely able to catch it with my right hand backing it up with what felt like a shit ton of opposite energy. It landed with an agonizing slam which thankfully didn't break my wrist. The balance between us was equal, both of us pushing against the other with a shit ton of force. But it wasn't everything I had, as I struggled to push against his fist my mouth opened into a snarl a forceful yell ripping through as I fought.

I managed to lift my foot and slam him in the chest, barely remembering to back it up with my enhancement, he most certainly wouldn't have been moved without it.

I must look like a wild animal with disturbed eyes, breathing quickly in order to take in more oxygen. I could feel all the different muscles twitching as they waited for an attack. Hearing the recalibration whirrs and clicks from his arm quickly had me realizing my mistake, he had been holding back this entire time.

Both of us were jarred out of the fight when we heard Pierce clapping from the side. I could feel my heart beating so fast it was trying to jump through my ribs. I couldn't breathe very well, and my face was uncomfortably hot like all the blood had rushed up there and I was red as a tomato. I'm sure I looked great.

"Well done darling, well done you managed to keep up with him." My face fell into one of confusion.

"But he was holding back?" Papa didn't like being questioned but I could see him bite it down.

"Darling do you have enhanced strength and speed?"

"…no?"

"Of course he was holding back, it is as per our instructions. Asset, take her to the shooting range." And with that he went off to god knows where.

I turn to the Soldier, half expecting him to be in the same place he was before, but he was directly behind me. "Whoa you're quiet! That's talent right there." He said nothing but pushed me slightly along. "Is it a long walk to the shooting range?"

"No." Holy mother above he actually spoke.

"Coolio, it's been a while since I've been to a shooting range so I'm really sorry if I suck." This was quite frankly panicked rambling at this point. So far he hasn't hit me for speaking out of turn and it was just too nice to actually be talking to someone that wasn't myself.

As weird as it was I was actually excited for this bit, purposely shoving the memory of the shot girl from twenty minutes earlier out of my brain made it easier to cope. The range was funny looking, I was used to an outdoor one but this one was closer to the ones seen in movies.

He lowered one of the separating barriers to create more space before laying down a rifle and a multitude of handguns. Ugh handguns I'm really shit at those. Then again I've only ever shot them once and a rifle closer to three times.

I pointed at the rifle, "Can I do that one?" He raised a brow, clearly he was going for one of the handguns but surprisingly conceded handing me the rifle. This one was a helluva lot more complicated than any of grandpa's guns, shit. "Grandpa was an old gun fanatic, none of them ever looked like this can you help me?"

I'll admit the whole reloading a gun thing sucks, mostly because I don't have very strong fingers when compared to the stubbornness of the release. Bucky still didn't say a thing, but I have been rambling this entire time about anything and everything. I did have enough sense to avoid Steve and Bucky himself as topics because that would just end BADLY.

Once it actually came to the shooting bit it was great, I remembered why I liked using a rifle so much. It was easy to zone into focus and attack the target where I was supposed to. "You shoot left?"

"For this, not sure with handguns." Subtle clue for him to train me with both hands, I like having the option available. It's weird how I have to remind myself that he isn't talking to me for the sake of talking, more like extracting information. I was probably making him hella uncomfortable, now that I think about it, normally agents aren't talkative and I have no doubt the other test subjects are too scared of him to do much.

"Did you have to train all of the D subjects?"

"Yes."

"Including guns?"

"No." He is so talkative, if I didn't already know he spoke multiple languages fluently I would think he couldn't understand me.

"I wonder how long I'm going to be here, I was at Papa's house but for all I know I could be made to stay here." I'm just running my mouth here, taking guilty pleasure in just being able to speak at all. He opened my hand and firmly placed a gun in it.

"Shoot." I managed to give him a sheepish grin before turning to the target.

Here I could see him probably thinking along the lines of 'what in the actual hell?' I was terrible with these. I just can't figure out how to aim them right. At least I didn't completely embarrass myself by missing the target entirely but it was annoying as fuck.

"I fucking hate handguns." I mumbled.

"The gun's tipped too far up." Being too stunned to comment on him actually making a sentence I just shut up and lowered the end of the gun. Like magic I hit where I was actually aiming.

"Holy cannoli I did it!"

"Who is cannoli?"

"It is an Italian dessert. I'll have to explain how it's holy another time." He refused to look at me before starting to put the guns away. "Wait are we done?"

"You need food."

"Well when you put it that way, lead the way!" I practically skipped along. I wasn't feeling all that hungry, too used to the sporadic meals I was receiving under Pierce's 'care'.

I was expecting to be brought to some sort of cell, but instead was in some sort of cafeteria. Is this what it's like in public school? The sudden fear in the place where you are supposed to be eating as eyes fall upon you? I cringed away from the stares into the Soldier, huh who'd have thought that the most dangerous one out of all of them was the one I felt most comfortable with?

I mean he was attacking me just earlier in the ring, but I saw myself he wasn't using everything he had. Was that really enough to gain my trust? Wow me you are so fucking stupid. For some reason he didn't smack me into next week for getting so close, instead taking me over to a table at the furthest end of the cafeteria.

"Sit." Fine by me I'll certainly stay over here. He only left once he saw I wasn't moving anywhere. I knew the agents were still staring at me, but I was fidgeting with my fingers to make it look like I was distracted. Reality wise I was watching everyone, every movement.

I checked the floaters, holy fuck. I can basically see people through walls. Course I now have a splitting headache from looking out that far, but potato potahto.

Bucky placed a tray in front of me before sitting opposite, huh grilled cheese and tomato soup. This is literally a meal at a summer camp. That tangent had me going down a rabbit hole of picturing a murder summer camp with child versions of all the agents I could see.

"Eat your food." I was so rudely snapped out of my daydream. I uncharacteristically said nothing opting to just eat the food like I was told. This shit was mother fucking ambrosia, food from the gods above! I haven't had much to eat for however long I've been stuck in hell so I was enjoying this immensely. I suppose I trusted him so easily because so far he's the only one to actually care for my needs of survival.

"Asset why is D0359 not in her room." It was question yet also not, more a 'be careful how you speak' kind of situation.

"She needed sustenance." His tone was empty and factual.

"Food could have been brought to her." It's like they are trying to make him feel stupid.

"This was faster." I was more scared for him than he seemed to be for himself, why was he mouthing off? He shouldn't be mouthing off he's going to be hit, hurt, or even wiped. He was making me just so nervous about what could happen if they get really pissed off.

"Fine. After this put her in her room." How? In the fuck? He nodded robotically and the unnamed agent stalked off.

"I'm surprised he didn't hit you." I whispered under my breath. He just looked at me funny, saying nothing.

All too soon the both of us had finished whatever meal this was and we stood, he never actually grabbed me to yank in certain directions, more lightly prodded on my back every time I got distracted.

In my room- cough cell cough- I turned back just as the door was about to close, "Careful out there soldier." Easiest way to address him in this high stress environment. He just looked confused, pausing for a moment before closing the door behind him.

Immediately I felt way too hyper focused in the bland white walls, the room was tiny and I had absolutely no room to pace whatsoever. I was bored, so very bored and felt like punching something. I just want to be entertained!

Wait, I can basically see through walls…oooooohh goodie goodie gumdrops! I was willing to face the god awful headaches just for this. Glancing out I almost laughed seeing the number of people outside my cell, why the hell were there like twenty people out there? It's not like they were doing anything, mostly talking from what I could tell.

Baring my teeth in a sadistic grin I choose one of them at random, taking their fist and slammed it into the stomach of the person to their right.

"What the fuck was that for?!" it was so loud I was able to hear the punchee through the mostly soundproof door. Was this stupid? Hell yes, holy shit was this stupid. I was walking a line that I couldn't even really see banking on the one fact that Pierce seemed to consider me his favorite of the project…for now.

Surprisingly no one came charging into my cell to give me a beating, really that is more worrying than anything else. When things were predictable that's when things were okay, the fact that they didn't react how I expected them to was annoying at least very scary at worst.

Fuck it, they would wake me up if they needed me. Time to make use of this brick they tried to pass off as a bed.

"So where were you the last time I was under?" I snarked at the oddly tired face of the other me. "Couldn't get it up eh?"

"Just shut the fuck up, I don't feel like dealing with your idiocy today." Her retort had basically no bite to it whatsoever. Odd, what on earth could be causing this?

"What the hell happened to you?"

"You, you are doing this to me."

"Well can't say I'm too terribly sorry, you have been a huge jackass." She chuckled wryly in a pained sort of way.

"If you're so set in making sure I don't exist, don't do anything too stupid. It would be a shame to have you die after all that effort."

"Aww so you do care!"

"Shut up, you may not have been the one to kill that girl but she won't be the first. The others are your threat to freedom and must be eliminated." She just never looks happy does she?

"Why? You say that like their deaths will hurt me more than it should."

"You'll find out, you would find out faster if you would just figure out the meaning behind what they call you." She snapped her head facing the bright light, "They're coming for you, be prepared to perform for your 'Papa'."

"I know he is going to die, when the events fall into place. I will be free then."

"If you're so certain then." She sneered.

"Look no matter what Thanos will come in the future, no matter what I'm screwed and will die at some point." She stilled. "What?"

"Don't say his name, he will hear and will always know."

"Well, with that cryptic response I'm just going to go face the music that is the angry Hydra agents trying to wake me up." She didn't say a thing.