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Chapter 10

A few minutes earlier.

I opened my eyes, feeling groggy as I sat up, taking in my surroundings. Shit, I was back in my cell. Wait a minute, didn't Bucky kill me? No, maybe, yes? Ah this was making my head hurt. I rubbed my head and tried to get myself situated. I had to figure out a way out of here. As I began planning my escape I heard the door open revealing Bucky. I stood up and stomped over to him, shocked by the fact that I wasn't chained down.

"What the hell is going on?" I snapped, being held captive was taking its toll on me. It's usually Riley snapping at people.

"We're getting out of here. I'll get Steve and Riley, you need to get out of here now!" He ordered.

"You lied. You weren't brainwashed." I stared him dead in the eye. "And Riley isn't really here."

"Yes she is, but that's not why I'm in here. You need to get out now!" He quickly explained before shoving me out the door. "Take this hallway all the way down to the end and go left then the next intersection go right. When you get to the end of that one, go left, the exit is at the end of that one. There's a van out front running."

"Bucky-"

"Go!" He pushed me harder, making me move.

I started for the exit, going over the directions Bucky gave me. Unfortunately, these hallways were long, so to keep from being caught I made myself invisible. I slowed slightly to focus on the quietest noises, and heard some guards approaching. I held my breath as they ran by and went down the hallway. Then the sound of hands hitting a window made me jump. I stopped a cell they past. By the sound of it, it was occupied, I heard the occupant quickly hit the window. They were trying to see out of it. I walked over to look at who it is, my eyes widened at who it was. Riley. No it's not her I turned and let myself become visible again.

"Damia?" This can't be her. "Damia!"

I forced my head to look at her. "Riley?" She said something, but I couldn't hear her. They were using this look of Riley to break me. I shook my head and backed up. She looked so happy to see me unlike the Riley who visited me often. "No. No it's not you. It can't be you. It's just another trap." Saying it out loud helped me block her out. It helped me hold into the sliver of sanity I have left. I had to get out, so I turned and ran, following the route Bucky told me to take. Riley's voice got quieter and quieter until finally I couldn't hear her calling for me. Crazily sprinting through the halls, I finally busted through the doors taking a deep breath of fresh air. I fell to my knees. I was really out! My celebration was cut short when I found the running van Bucky told me about, across the parking lot. We were being held in what looked like a one floor old abandoned hospital. I jogged up to the black van, and opened the door making it creak, and jumped in. I started laughing; I made it! After composed myself enough to think somewhat straight I looked out the darkly tinted window. It has that weird new car smell and everything was spotless, and the seats are leather, matching the dark exterior. I guess this wasn't used often. I continued to look around the van and found it very roomy. There was also a pile of blankets, some food, and water bottles; the essentials.

When was Bucky getting here? Still feeling a little shaky, I made myself invisible and stepped out of the van. I stayed close to the van and found Bucky dragging an injured Steve towards me. Damn, he didn't look good. I ran to them and put Steve's arm around my shoulders and helped them to the van. Buck stopped.

"You have to help him in the van, I have to go back for-"

Bucky was cut off by a loud explosion. Our attention was pulled to the now burning building, we could feel the heat from where we were standing; about 120 yards away. Bucky swore and Steve just lowered his head.

"It was really her in there, wasn't it?" I asked, dreading their answer.

"Yeah." Steve mumbled.

I was such a bitch to her. I left her to die when she was begging me for help! Steve was still using Bucky and I for support when we piled into the van. We lowered him to the floor, I tended to some of Steve's wounds, as I tried not to burst into tears that to one person I cared about was dead. Luckily, Steve's wounds were just some scraps, but the bruises were pretty bad, so I did my best to help him. Bucky was driving, his knuckles white because of how tightly he was holding on to the steering wheel. After I finished with Steve, I sat on the floor hugging my knees to myself. I failed her.

It was about five hours later when Bucky pulled into the driveway of an old log cabin. I went back with Bucky to help Steve inside and get a fire started. We made Steve take a nap and I went to shower. It felt good being able to get cleaned up. Relaxing in the hot water I let my mind go silent, trying forget for ten minutes that I just left my only friend o burn to death in a death camp. A knock at the door made me being myself back I reality.

"Yeah?"

"There's a set of clothes in front of the door for you to change into." Bucky yelled through the door.

"Thanks." I called back and got out. I dried myself off and wrapped a towel around myself so I could grab the clothes and bring them in the bathroom. After getting changed and brushing my hair, I quietly made my way downstairs, but changed direction when I heard Steve and Bucky arguing in one of the bedrooms. I got closer to the door and listened in.

"I should've brought her here first." I became invisible and watched Steve shake his head.

"If anyone's taking the blame, it's me." Bucky pointed at himself. "If I could've gotten Damia out quicker, you two wouldn't have had to come and get yourselves captured."

They both got quiet, then Steve spoke. "How bad is she?"

"Damia?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah."

"What do you think? Her one and only friend was said to be working for HYDRA. Then when Damia finally gets a taste of freedom she has to watch as her friend dies. She watched as the goddamn building exploded!" Bucky took a breath, calming himself. "Everything she thought she knew there was a lie, including me being brainwashed again. There's bound to be trust issues."

I burst through the door, making myself visible once again. "Why couldn't you at least tell me it wasn't Riley? You let them do this to me, and I wasn't able to pull through and save her." My tears stung my eyes as I blew my cover. "We made a promise that we'd always protect each other; no matter what happens. I broke that promise and she had to pay the price." I thought about the building exploding, the blast echoing in my ears. My gaze went to the wooden kitchen floor. Did she die instantly or did she slowly burn to death? Oh god, she was right, I'm a danger to everyone. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I hesitantly looked up.

"I'm sorry." Bucky's voice silenced the explosion.

"Why didn't you just kill me? Everyone would be safer if I wasn't here." I started pushing away from him, but he kept me where I was.

"This is what they want." He gave me a light shake, making lookup at him. "They want you to feel that you have no worth. This makes you do whatever they say because you just don't give a damn if you're killed in the process. The only thing that matters is if the mission is completed. Damia, I understand."

"But you didn't kill Steve." I stared him dead in the eye. "You were able to break through the brainwash and actually save him!" A stray tear rolled down my cheek. "I killed her."

"Damia, you didn't kill her. You were just afraid, and doing what Buck said to do." Steve argued.

"When you were in the war, you didn't follow orders. If you did, Bucky would be dead." I shot back. "What am I going to do after we finish taking down HYDRA for good, huh? If I go back to our apartment, which is trashed, I'll have to cover bills, work, and try to come to terms with her death." I shook my head. "I can't do it. My powers make me go insane sometimes, and Ri's always there to get me through it. What will I do when they get to me again?"

"Come to S.H.I.E.L.D., they can help you." Steve begged.

"Yeah, and be tested on again. If you haven't noticed, government agencies tend to do that to freaks like me, Steve." I snapped at him.

"You're not a freak." Bucky spoke earnestly.

"You don't know what I can do. If anyone really knew the extent to my abilities, they would label me as a freak. Freaks aren't supposed to be roaming the earth, we're dangerous. No matter how hard you try to control it, someone takes advantage of the instability of your mind. That's why Riley's dead." I stated.

The sound of the door opening made Bucky and I get into a defensive state, but nothing could have prepared me for who just walked into the house.

"You know it's not nice to leave people in exploding buildings. I could've gotten hurt."

The person stood in the doorway, a katana clenched in their hand. As they stepped further into the room I saw that their hair and face were covered in ash and the front of their shirt was completely soaked in blood.

"Riley?"

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