Near Escape.
I stared wide-eyed at my knees, which shook spasmodically. I breathed raggedly. Droplets of sweat dripped from my nose, staining my white nurse gown further. It was stained by blood, dust and dirt and now had sweat drops all over it. This wasn't how it was supposed to be stained, not by my blood…
"You-you've survived all three rounds," He said in surprise. He kneeled beside me, looking up at me from the armrest. He had a wide and proud smile on his face. "You survived dear girl, you are now perfect..."
I stared at the man. My entire body felt numb, felt beaten and barely surviving the struggle it just went through.
I got a hot flash suddenly, rocking my whole body in instant pain. A sharp pinching pain in my chest sucked all breath from me and i could feel my heart speed up dangerously and each beat was painful beyond words. I leaned back against the chair, trying to breathe through the pain but each breathe just brought more pain, the pinching becoming stronger when I tried.
"No, no, no, no, no." Dr. Alfonzo cried. He grabbed the last needle and stabbed it into my chest. "You will not die on me Five, I will have a survivor!"
I was suddenly able to take in a deep breath and was able to breath again. He slowly and gently pulled the needle out, smiling kindly at me-the first kind smile I've seen from him. My shaking stopped and I sat still in the chair, staring up at the lights, watching them swing gently back and forth. My head no longer pounded, my heart no longer raced, my body no longer shook or grew, and I could now focus on breathing and relaxing. I had lived… I would see Jemma and Warren again-I would see America again.
"Am I done Doctor?" I asked quietly, still staring at the ceiling. "Can I return home?" My eyes were becoming too heavy to keep open and I closed them.
"You are done dear girl, you are done." He sounded happy and proud. He sounded like a father proud of their son or daughter. I opened my eyes slightly to look at the man. He wasn't a father, he couldn't even be labeled a man for the sick things he had done to so many others. He was a murderer. He smiled at me, "Though you won't get to go home. Hydra has different plans for you darling."
I closed my eyes again and this time I fell asleep almost instantly.
"Do you think she was able to get any tickets?" I asked Warren. Warren and I stood outside the theatre, waiting for Jemma to return with the movie tickets. Warren shrugged, staring at the cars passing in the street.
Jemma came running out of the theatre, her heels clicking on the pavement loudly. "The theatre was full but I was able to get tickets for the late showing," She said, holding up the three tickets with a wide smile.
Warren smiled at her, picking her up in a hug. I was a third to their date because I had nothing better to do and Jemma invited me. I had a feeling that Warren hadn't agreed to me tagging along since he's barely said anything to me. I wanted a man in my life, a Warren per se…but of course not him. I honestly don't think he liked me that much…I don't know.
"Come on Peggy, we're going to the diner for shakes." She said as Warren pulled her along lightly. I smiled and nodded, catching up with them. A strawberry shake sounded great.
"What're you thinking about Peggy?" Warren asked.
I looked at him with a smile but that smile quickly disappeared as some old man with young, smooth skin stood in his place and a nurse stuck with many needles stood in Jemma's place. I backpedaled away from the two of them.
"Why would you want to fight perfection?" The old man asked.
"I like myself as I am," I screamed.
I awoke with a scream; the last thing I remember about the dream was me being stuck with a bunch of needles. My forehead was sweating and I was panting. "He-hello?" I asked under my breath. I sat up on my elbows, slowly moving to a sitting position. I swung my legs over the side of the cot and stood, wobbling dangerously.
Everything about this felt weird and foreign. My dress was shorter, now just above my knees when it had been below; the bodice was tighter and had sweat and blood stains; I felt taller, bigger. My head was clear and I could think fine, my body felt strong and overly energized. I felt great…
Looking around the little dungeon of a room I remembered what had happened… Where I was though was still a mystery. I walked quietly to the door, testing the knob-unlocked. My heart skipped a beat as hope coursed through me. I quickly scanned the hallway, finding it clear, and then ran out to the right. I ran through the halls, turning right then left then another right and left again. It was a maze of halls and I was getting nowhere.
The sound of marching feet made me hide inside the nearest room.
I instantly covered my mouth, tears welling in my eyes. I held back the urge to scream and run and instead looked on in horror at what sat in the middle of the room. A man whose left side has seemingly boiled from the inside hunched against the left side of the chair, his face still contorted in a scream. His tan naval uniform was burned and covered in blood and dirt. The room stunk of death and the new smell of burning human flesh.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and I took a cautious step forward toward the dead man with my hand outstretched toward him. Hands grabbed onto my arm and wrapped around my waist, pulling me out of the room. I screamed and squirmed against the persons grip.
"It's okay lady." A man huffed. "Stop, we're here to help." A man in an army uniform said, spinning me to face him. I stared at the man in surprise. Another man stood at his back, pointing the gun down the hall. I looked back into the room at the dead man. "Don't," He gently moved my face back to face his. "Don't look. What's your name doll?"
I stared at the man, speechless and scared. He was a larger man, more muscle than fat I think. He had the same strawberry blonde hair that I had and he had a long mustache. His small, ice blue eyes questioned my speaking ability.
Finally, "Phyllis Thompson." It was very quiet and barely audible.
I jumped as the back guy shot at two black dressed guards that ran at us. When he shot the guards disappeared completely. I stared at the man who held me still and then back at where the guards had come from. "Where'd they go?" I asked breathlessly.
The back guy was a little Asian man who seemed rather annoyed. He looked at us, pushing us along. "Time to go. We have six minutes before the place blows."
The red head pulled me along, making me run for the first time in…forever. I felt clumsy and unbalanced, tripping over tiny little cracks in the ground. "Is there anyone else here?" He asked, glancing behind us as we ran.
I shook my head, "They're all dead. I'm the only survivor here."
He looked at me and then looked forward. Suddenly we came to a halt and the two men entered into a fistfight. It was quick and a rush of movements that made me scared and speechless. When the fight was over the small Asian man grabbed onto my arm and drug me along.
We sprinted through the complex, running out of the building into woods. A team of men stood in the woods a few yards, waiting ready to fight any enemies that came at them. Captain America appeared at my left and he held my shoulder, asking if I was all right. I just stared at the man wondering if I were still alive.
"I think she's been through a lot inside of there," The red head said. "We found her hiding in a room with a dead man. Not a pretty sight either." The red head stood next to me, smiling kindly at me. "Feeling okay darling?"
"I don't know," I breathed, looking at the red head.
A group of motorcycles sped from the doors of the complex, driving straight at us. I jumped and shrieked, hiding behind Captain America and the red head. "Hold tight men," Captain America said. He quickly threw his shield at one of the on coming cyclists, knocking them to the ground. The group of soldiers dispersed, shooting and running from the cyclists.
I dodged one, jumping out of the way and by accident into the arms of the red head. He smirked at me and then held me at arms length, focusing back on the fight at hand.
A tall man with side swept brown hair grabbed my arm and began to run away from the fight. "The names Bucky miss. We need you to stay out of harms way if you could." He set me by a tree and with a smile he left, heading back to help his comrades.
The men on motorcycles didn't even shoot at the team, they just drove around them, distracting and occupying them. A few of them zoomed by me, scaring me. I leaned against the tree, trying to stay out of their wheel path. One of them drove around the tree and then stopped, grabbing my arms and pulling me back to his bike.
"Help!" I screamed, struggling in the man's grip. I twisted and pushed and pulled against him and was able to free myself. Another had stopped and caught me just as I was about to run away. I felt a prick on my arm and a numb feeling swept through my body. "Hel…" I collapsed in the mans arms and was then lifted into a sidecar. A red, white and blue shield zoomed over my head after bouncing off the man beside me.
The second man ran over and peeled away from the scene with me in the sidecar.