CHAPTER 11
*Please note that Elliot Dawes is an OC of mine and that this happens after Avengers Assembled and before Captain America 2, carrying on into that timeline*
That night I slept fitfully. It was filled with fire and terror, the world burning alive and people getting shot down dead. I watched as the people I know (I don't exactly have friends) get slaughtered in front of me. I tried to help them but I found myself trapped in a glass box. I slammed into the walls repeatedly but it did nothing. Beside me laughed a terrible figure bathed in flame.
"This is what your work has accomplished," he told me. "This is what you are destined for: to destroy the world,"
I woke up screaming. I bolted upright, my eyes flying open. The scream died in my throat as angry yells from other prisoners came through the darkness. I sat there, alert and panting. I couldn't get those words from my head. I slammed my head into my palms, tugging on my tangled mass of hair. My face was damp with tears. I hated crying but mostly due to the fact it was beat into me that crying showed weakness and made you out to be pathetic. But I had started now and I couldn't stop them. I just let them flow freely down my cheeks. It was nothing like in a Hollywood movie- these tears were loud, messy and disgusting. My nose ran and my face swelled and turned blotchy. Nobody was here to judge me for that. I drew my knees to my chest and hugged them fiercely. I wanted to be back in my apartment, I wanted all my equipment in an environment I felt safe in. I wanted to be curled up on Steve's couch eating takeaway and watching all the classic movies. I wanted the closest place I ever had to a home. Unfortunately that was no longer an option. I couldn't believe how much I was missing Steve. He was the kind of person that made you feel safe and it was something I was craving right now. He's the closest thing I will ever achieve to having as a friend. The uncomfortable bed I sitting on did not help matters. I found myself unable to settle down again and get some more sleep. I ended up staying up the remainder of the night thinking about what lay in store for me. I wanted to desperately convince myself I'd never talk but I was too smart to fall for it. I might last three days at the most but no more. I know my limits. I want to be heroic and brave. I want to say I'd die before talking but those were nothing but pointless fantasies. Although I would rather die than reveal all my dirty little secrets to Red Skull. I'm no Captain America or Black Widow. I'm just a girl who only wanted to make the world a better place. And it's gone horribly and terribly wrong.
After what felt like a decade in darkness, the lights were switched on. I was dazzled and temporary blinded by the sudden brightness. A small door opened at the bottom of the metal door and a tray was shoved roughly in. the door slammed shut straight behind it. My stomach grumbled loudly as I realised how hungry I was. I can't actually remember the last time I ate. I dived down and snatched up the tray and sat back down on my bed. There was a slice of toast, a bowl of porridge, and apple and a glass of orange juice. It was better than I expected. I took a bite out of the toast and almost spat it back out. It was cold and stale and had nothing on it. I knew they were watching me, probably laughing at my misfortune. I chewed the toast that tasted more like cardboard and took another bite. I slowly ate it until there was nothing left, not even a crust. I then turned to the porridge. The porridge was ice cold and bland but still I ate it. I was being foolish but it was the only way I could come up with to prove them wrong. For a genius, I don't exactly act it much, do I? I turned to the apple. I picked it up and almost died. It was soft and rotting. I ate into it and almost gagged at the sourness of it all. I choked and coughed and tears rolled down my cheeks but I ate it all. Then came the orange juice. It was fresher than what I expected. Admittedly it was warm and tasted like it had been lying out for a few days but it was better than everything else. My throat was dry after everything I forced into me so I gulped down the juice in four gulps. It wasn't long after breakfast when several members appeared. One they cleared up my breakfast tray whilst the other handcuffed me and led me out the room. We went out back through the freezing room. I glanced towards the window with the frozen man but he was gone. Did I imagine it or is there something else going on?
"What happened to the frozen dude?" I asked the guard escorting me.
"None of your concern," he barked, slapping me.
My cheek stung but that was all I needed. That man was frozen unless they needed him for something. My guess is he's genetically enhanced and a trained assassin. He could be born in this century or the last. Either way, I wanted to find out who he was. Curiosity had awoken in me again. I was taking to a small room with a naked bulb hanging over a single chair. In the darkness stood a man.
"Shall we begin?"