Isabelle lay upon the table her heart hammered in her chest expecting the pain to come, only thinking the worse and recalling the memories of every other time she had been locked in this position with them. She watched the doctors move around her, non of them making eye contact. She was just an experiment not a human being any more. She had given up crying, screaming and begging for them to stop. It was pointless, there was no hope now, they had taken that from her.
Time seemed to move slower, she felt weak and alone. She was broken, a shell of her former self. She felt some one click the lock mechanism restraining her to the table open. She had barely any time to look at the person as she was force ably dragged off the table. Her body was not hers, it felt numb and lifeless. She had no idea what they had planned for her now, fear didn't seem to come to her now, it was the expectation that there was worse to come. Her legs couldn't keep up with the pace of the person dragging her.
"Move." The person snapped pushing her forward making her fall to the floor.
A sob escaped her lips as she hit the cold floor, pain spreading across her body. She was tired, physically exhausted and tired of the constant torture and beatings they put her through.
"Get up!" the person growled. She could hardly pushed herself off the floor, her muscles protesting. "Get up!" The angry voice repeated itself.
"What's the problem?" Another voice added.
"The bitch won't move." The angry voice replied making it seem like it was all her fault.
"Then make her." The other said chuckling as he spoke. .
There was a moments pause, Isabelle expected a firm grasp and to be hauled to where ever they were taking her. The sudden blow to the guts caught her completely unaware. It forced all the air out of her lungs. She groaned as the pain of the blow of a heavy boot coursed through her body, she could only manage to suck the air back in as she wheezed on the floor. Another kick came one after each other. She couldn't move away, she couldn't even defend herself. She tried to protect herself by curling in a ball as she began to cough up blood. The metallic taste making her feel sick to the core. The pain increasing till she could make no noise or barely breath.
It then stopped, she head a cry of pain and two thuds hitting the floor. She just managed to open her eyes to see two lifeless bodies on the floor. There was a person standing before her, she never saw his face as she felt her body lifted from the floor. The pain became too much for her to bare as she fell unconscious.
She woke to voices, her body aching from the recent attack. She opened her eyes to see a man in black his arms crossed staring at her. She recognised him immediately by the silver metal arm. It was the first time she had seen him without the full mask on. His face was cold, emotionless. His blue eyes were fixated on something, not moving from that one spot. Slowly she shifted, hearing other voices in the room, her muscles hurt from each tiny movement she made.
"Report soldier." She heard another man command.
Suddenly the silver armed man was struck by a weapon across the face by a guard standing beside him. This shocked her, she had never seen him treated like this before but it made perfect sense that he would not be treated any better. He turned to look at the other man speaking to him. That man was dressed in a suit looking more official than any one Isabelle I had seen before. He seemed to be some type of authoritative figure.
"They were brutally attacking her for no reason" The soldier replied his voice quieter than she expected. "She was unarmed."
"No more than you have done in the past." The official man commented still staring at the soldier.
There was a pause as the soldier looked back to Isabelle his blue eyes staring at her. He was obviously thinking about something. She didn't quite understand the look he was giving her, however it made her nervous, she could feel goose pimples raise on her skin.
"It wasn't authorised, it wasn't part of her training." The soldier sighed shaking his head, he was not happy about something, "It wasn't right, she is innocent, defenceless."
"Dr report?" The official man asked turning to a man in a white lab coat who stood beside him holding a clip board in his hand.
"He has been out of the cryo for a while sir, longer than any of the other times. Perhaps this is a side affect. We could wipe his memory, start again but there is no guarantee that this won't happen again." The doctor reported looking through his sheets of paper.
There was a pause Isabelle closed her eyes fading back out for a moment fighting herself to stay awake. She needed to know what they were going to do to her next, she needed to understand what was planned. She needed to understand what they wanted from her. She fought with all the remaining strength she had to stay away, her eyes were so heavy though, like the rest of her body.
"No lets just see what's happening this could work to our advantage." The official man muttered as Isabelle passed out again. "leave her with him."
She woke with a groggy head, what ever drug they had given her had done its job. Rubbing her face Isabelle sat up seeing she had been moved to a smaller cell. Her mind turned to the dream, she recognised Pierce now as the official man. She had not met him before when she was younger like he had said, it was obviously a test to see if she remembered him or not. He had been a double agent infiltrating SHIELD all this time. She understood now what he had meant that the solider had protected her, but why did he do that after all their fights.
Rubbing her leg where the dart had hit her, she wondered what else had happened between them. She had no idea what to expect or trust any more, she knew this situation was bad but perhaps it would also hold answers for her. Taking a deep breath in a deep breath she rubbed her head. The sedation she used was still on board, her mind was clouded. She let a long breath out trying to focus her thoughts. These dreams were answering many questions but it didn't help when they sprung surprises on her.
Her thoughts drifted to Steve, Clint and even Natasha. Did they know she had been taken again. Probably not. She went willingly into the program to retrieve her memories, no one would suspect that she was now a captive again. If Pierce had been a double agent all this time, this organisation would be able to cover up the fact she was not within SHIELD. Which meant there was no rescue being planned, there wasn't much hope of her getting out of here soon. She felt her stomach drop in the realisation this was not going to be a short stay.
Sitting on the make do bed they had given her, she just waited knowing it wouldn't be too long till they came back for her. She had no idea what they had planned for her but it was never going to be good. They made her into what she was now, ultimately to become a willing soldier. She knew that at least, she knew that even if she was just being used to control someone it was never going to end well.
Hours seemed to pass, She had no idea how long she had been here or even what day it was. Her body had begun to protest, tired from healing and hunger. She had laid back, resting her head on her arms, trying to work out what she was going to be able to do here, her eyes felt heavy, she only meant to close them for a minute.
"Why are you doing this?" Isabelle stared at the dark shadow in the corner, he had yet to speak to her, it had been days of sitting alone in each others company.
There was silence, she was fed up of the silent treatment. She had been trapped for days with him, the man with the metal arm, the soldier. She had no idea what he was called or what he wanted from her. The fear she once felt for him was now replaced with anger and frustration. All she wanted was some answers, something that didn't make her feel completely clueless.
Realising she was never going to get her answers she got up, she felt caged, they had done nothing but sit for days. There were now only minor bruises from the assault on her that happened what she presumed was days ago. She started to pace the small room they were given alone but together. At first the fear of being alone with such a monster terrified her but she got over that, he showed no signs of being any danger to her. She was obviously not the only one unconcerned about what was going on within this room. The official man had not retuned, no one had in fact, the only communication they had was some one positing food through a slot in the door.
"I need something from you?" Isabelle demanded trying to use a authoritative tone wondering if he was only trained to answer to authority figures. "An explanation."
She looked to the shadow to see he hadn't moved. He hadn't moved from that spot since they had left alone. Isabelle only slept when needed, so she guessed he ate and did whatever he needed then. She swore one night that she felt the cool touch of metal to her cheek stirring her from sleep, but by the time she had properly woken he was back sitting where he always had.
Sighing she placed a hand across her face. What was it going to take to get answers. She slumped against the wall on the floor her arms wrapping around her knees which were pulled against her chest. Her mind was completely confused, she wondered if this was another tactic of torture. She stared at him in the shadows. She owed him something after saving her from that beating. God knew how far those men were going to go when attacking her.
How the hell could someone be created, turned, made into something like that. None of it made sense, why were they wiping his memory. He was controlled by them, he was what they would eventually do to her. Isabelle knew that was the final outcome, it was unlikely she would be rescued now. A small tear fell down her cheek as she tried to hide the fact she was weak enough to cry over this.
"Please stop that." A small voice said.
Isabelle thought she imagined it, her head snapping around as she wiped her eyes. She saw the solider now standing in front of her, his face slightly illuminated by light. She felt herself shrink under his gaze.
"Why?" Isabelle sighed getting off the floor standing to face this man feeling bolder now he had spoken.
She never got that answer, he moved to quickly his lips crashing firmly against hers. Shock took hold of her entire body as she frozen from the sudden and unexpected attack. Her hands didn't know what to do. they were firmly stuck to her sides. She felt both his hands cup her face. This was not what she expected at all, not has his tongue run along her lip begging for access. Her hands suddenly knew what to do as she placed them onto his chest, she forcible pushed him back. Panting as she stared at him, he seemed to be battling with his own inner demons as he stared down at her. His eyes wide from shock, like he hadn't expected himself to do that either. His hands releasing her, part of her missed the body contact, just the slight comfort it offered, she missed the warm feeling she had. It was the first nice, caring body contact she had had for a long while.
"I'm Sorry." He apologised looking at her shaking her head. "For everything." He added
She guessed he meant from the kiss to the whole training scenarios they were placed in, the pain and fear he had forced onto her. She had no idea why he was saying this now or what was exactly happening between them. Hesitantly she reached up touching his cheek, feeling the warmth from him and the bristle of stubble. He leant into her touch, a small smile appeared on her face. He trusted her, that was something to hold onto.
"I'm scared." She muttered feeling that she could tell him the truth.
"You don't need to be while I am about." He replied pulling her into a hug, it surprised her how her body seemed to relax within his hold, like she actually believed it.