Kyra's POV
We waited until rush hour to leave. All the morning commuters would help us blend in. In new clothes we headed west out of the city. Fury updated us that he had a car for us just outside Tineretului. We just had to get there without rousing suspicions. We walked hand in hand down the street towards a tram stop. A scarf loosely wrapped around Bucky's face. It was a windy day so, our appearance wasn't abnormal compared to the crowds.
The tram ride was peaceful. Everyone kept to themselves. Murmur of soft conversations could be heard while Bucky and I kept quiet. We reached our stop with no problems. Made it all the way to our small compact car. Fury left us a second care kit in the glove box. Ammo, snacks and water. The package made me smile. Bucky insisted he drive, since he could read Romanian as well as speak it fluently.
We made it to the edge of Bucharest when the car flipped and rolled repeatedly. The black cat guy from yesterday had rammed into the car. Bucky ripped open my seat belt right before the door was then torn off the hinges and the black cat guy threw Bucky across the highway. The cat guy turned his back on me, focused only on Bucky. I used the distraction to launch myself onto his back. His armor was a flexible metal, jabbing would be useless. Electricity may have helped, but my Taser was in the car. I just needed one patch of skin. I hadn't tried my powers yet, and this could kill the dude. But right now another murder wasn't really a concerning notion.
Frosty had been thrown into another car, its alarm amplified the sound. Blood leaked from his lip. Quickly I kicked our attacker's knees. He dropped to the ground before his hands grabbed for my legs. His claws missed my leg by centimeters. He had actual claws. Actual claws. What is this guy? Some kind of crazy cat man? With a move I got from Natasha, I squeezed his head with my thighs before he was launched away from Bucky and I.
"Shit, I'm out of shape." I breathed, once I reached Bucky's side. "You good?" He had more blood on his lip then I'd previously thought. The crazy cat guy sprinted towards us again before Bucky could respond. With no avenue for escape, we took a stance to fight. Then an American shield hit the crazy cat guy square in the chest. "It's Steve." Bucky met my gaze.
"Run." he commanded. We used Steve's distraction to our advantage. Soon enough there would be more attackers. With our car out of commission we needed a replacement. Bucky and I sprinted down the highway. We passed cars as horns blared and Romanian curses were thrown in our wake. But with the crazy cat guy close on our tail there wasn't much else we could do. If we looked back it would waste time, we didn't have.
While focused on our escape we had missed the black cat guy as he launched himself at Bucky. The two rolled on the ground and fought like dogs. I glanced his way to come help. Bucky met my eyes the smallest shake of his head. He was faster than me. He'd catch up. With a nod in confirmation I continued to sprint away from our attacker. The sounds of metal as it scraped the pavement and the sparks it created were so loud it was as if I was the one who made them. An engine roared in the background, a loud whistle managed to meet my ears over all the carnage. Frosty. I threw my arm out just as Bucky sped past, I whipped on to the back of our stolen bike. We swerved in and out of traffic, Bucky used his arm to pivot the bike when cornered.
"Is now a bad time to tell you how sexy you look?" I screamed in his ear. His chest rumbled a little as he pinched one of the hands I'd wrapped around his waist. Bullets started up again, more cruisers on our tail. The crazy cat man continued to advance as well. Focused on our enemies, I loaded the guns to shoot. Bucky swerved us left and right. We were dozens of kilometers over the speed limit, but it wasn't enough. We needed some distraction. Just ahead there was an overpass. About a half a mile out, while not ideal we didn't have a lot of options right now. I grabbed a bomb Fury was kind enough to leave us, and launched the unit with all my might. It embedded in the concrete. I prayed it would be enough to stop this crazy cat. He seemed to catch onto my plan though. As the charge blew, he launched himself forward. Those menacing claws reached out and slashed our back tire.
"Sunny!" I made out over the crash of the explosion, the metal of the now destroyed bike as it scraped along and tires of the many cop cars that were now buried under, or blocked, by the rubble. Two large arms wrapped around me, my love took most of the impact. We bounced along the pavement, and launched to our feet the moment we were stable. Only to see our path blocked by over 50 cop cars.
"Just how big is their police force?" I muttered angrily. With a backup gun in hand I prepared for a shootout. The cat man landed in front of us as well. I squared on his chest without a moment's hesitation. Steve appeared to our left, and moved to block the cat man from us. The explosion subsided, over the cries of the sirens the roar of thrusters could be heard. Two metal feet clamped down on the pavement to our right.
"Stand. Down." a familiar voice called out angrily. Bucky's tall frame blocked me from Rhodey's view. He squared with Rhodey as I remained focused on the cat man. The cat man made a move towards Bucky, on instinct I jumped in the way. A loud gasp halted everyone's movements. I didn't need to look to know that Rhodey's face held betrayal.
"Kyra, what are you doing here?"
"Vacationing, what does it look like?" sarcasm and anger dripped from my words. He'd kept me captive too. He was no better.
"Who is this woman?" an accented voice came from under the black cat mask.
"Kyra Stark, at your service" I bowed mockingly. Cops shouted orders such as stand down and hands up. But my focus was only on the man who seemed to want my Frosty dead. He puts his hands up slowly. My body stiffened at his every movement. Lifting his mask off my heart stopped, his actions made sense. "Prince T'Challa." I breathed, pain gripping my heart.
"King T'Challa now that my father is dead."
"We didn't kill him." I bit back.
"And why would I believe either of you?" he snarled.
"Stand down!" The cops and SWAT teams moved in. I'd forgotten they were even here. Hundreds of guns were squared on the four of us. Bucky and I moved back to back. His arm ready, I reached for a second gun, "Stand down! Or we will shoot to kill!" We'd never taken down this many people at once. Still I wasn't in the mood to give up. A gloved hand reached around then pulled my elbow down. I threw a glance up at Frosty, our eyes met. His held a resigned frustration. Let it go. They said. It's not worth it. I dropped my gun and kicked it away at his request. Bucky laced our fingers together and squeezed. An action I instantly returned as the teams moved in. Someone grabbed me roughly from behind. They grabbed Bucky as well and we were ripped apart. Panic instilled for a moment, as we were thrown to the ground he and I kept eye contact. They hauled him up leading him towards a large armored truck. I was lifted up as well. They pulled me in a different direction.
Well that just won't do.
With a head butt to the guard that currently held me I was released. I jumped and dodged over to Bucky. I could have broken my restraints easily, but I didn't. Guns were drawn and shouts were heard. A team was heading towards me.
"I stay with him." My voice echoed loudly. Leaving no room for discussion.
"I think you are under the impression that you are in a position to negotiate." My eyes glowed as I met the gaze of the commander head on.
"If you want us to cooperate, you keep us together." His pupils dilated as I pushed further into his brain. He resisted, but with no knowledge of what I could do, there's little chance for him to prevent my invasion. It had been a while, but I was able to push him hard enough for his resolve to snap. He was now mine to control.
"Get her loaded up too. We are wasting time!" They shoved Frosty in a glass containment unit, with me close behind. He was strapped in, bolted down and the door pressure sealed. Six armed gunman lined the walls of the van, I sat next to his prison. Three guns were pointed at me at all times throughout the trip. But I didn't really care. As long as they didn't separate us I'd be fine. Bucky's eyes were tired. He hated being confined. There's always that lingering memory of HYDRA. Through his fear he still managed a halfhearted smile, one I did my best to return.
The convoy stopped sometime later. The soldiers filed out, two grabbing me before they went. The barrels of their rifles jammed firmly into my sides. Steve and Sam exited a black van. I was led towards them, but Frosty and his containment team did not follow. Panic set in again. I ducked down after a well-placed elbow is jammed into each of my captor's sides. The soldier on my left fired, the shot connected with his partner's ribs. His partner drops his weapon. Instantly, it's in my hands and disarmed. More soldiers show up, Steve screams but I couldn't care less. They broke the rules. We stay together. Or else.
With a one track mind I cut down any and every adversary in my path. The guards barricade Bucky's prison. I scowl angrily. They charge, within a minute they are all disarmed. Bucky strains against his binds. Concern etched in his face.
"Kyra! Stop!" Rhodey bellowed.
"Fuck you! I told you assholes! I'm only cooperating if you keep us together! Now either I go with him or a lot of people start dying!" Bullets start to fly after that promise. It's easy to dodge, and the soldiers are easy to take down. "I just want to stay with him Jesus! I'm not breaking him out god damnit!" Metal arms wrapped around my waist as I struggled violently.
"You're only making things worse for yourself Kyra." Even in the War Machine armor he struggled to keep a firm grip. I expected two giant nasty bruises to appear soon. I looked over my shoulder at the man I once considered family. My eyes filled with every ounce of hatred I could muster.
"Keep us together and I'll behave." I dared him to make a move. His face contorted into something I'd never seen. I don't know what Rhodey was looking for as he searched my eyes, but apparently he didn't find it.
"Get another capsule down here!" he called out. "Permafrost needs to be detained and questioned." I flinched as he called me that name.
It didn't matter, as long as I was with Bucky. Nothing did.
Steve's POV
"What's going to happen?" I asked as Rhodey struggled with Kyra.
"The same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition." a short guy in a three piece suit piped in. I raised my brow. Sharon stood to his left.
"This is Everett Ross, deputy task force commander." She introduced.
"What about our lawyer?" I asked,
"Lawyer, that's funny." Ross scoffed before turning to some of his underlings. "See to their weapons are placed in the lock up. Oh, we'll write you a receipt."
"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that." Sam ground out as they walked off.
"You will be provided with an office instead of a cell. And do me a favor, stay in it."
"I'm not intending on going anywhere." King T'Challa commented. The King was taken away. We were lead into a command room, greeted by Tony as he argued on the phone with someone.
"You can bet there will be consequences!" he paused. "Obviously you can quote me on that since I just said It." he finished the conversation and glanced at Sam and I in exasperation.
"Consequences?" with a raised brow I glanced towards Tony.
"Secretary Ross wants you both prosecuted. I have to give him something."
"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?"
"Technically, it's the government's property." Natasha threw over her shoulder. "Wings too."
"That's cold."
"Warmer than jail." Tony threw back at Sam as he walked off. I was taken to a glass office. I could see the security screens from here. Seeing flashes of Bucky and Kyra was some comfort. The door opened, Tony shutting it behind him.
"What's that?"
"Any, uhh, olive branch. Is that what it's called?" he looked like off his nut. Seemed to have moved in. "I found this in Dad's archives. FDR used these to sign the Land Lease bill. Giving support to the country when they needed it the most."
"Some say it brought us closer to war."
"So then without these pens you wouldn't even be here." I smiled softly at the thought. Tony always had a twisted train of thought. Pepper was the only one who could ever level him out.
"Is Pepper here? I didn't see her." She'd want to see Kyra as soon as she could, maybe if I spoke to her she could knock some sense into Tony as well.
"We are... kinda…" he rubbed the back of his neck. "Well not kinda…"
"Pregnant?"
"No, definitely not." a forced laugh parted from his lips. He sat still, formulating his words. It wasn't every day I saw Tony Stark at a loss for words. "We're taking a break." his voice tight. "It's nobody's fault."
"So sorry, Tony. I didn't know."
"Few years ago, I almost lost her," his voice distant. "So I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to muck up Hydra." hands gripped to his knees as he spoke. "And then Ultron," With hands on his chest he continued "my fault." Tony accepting blame. That's new. "And then, and then, and then." he stood in exasperation. "I never stopped. Cause the truth is I don't wanna stop." his eyes glanced away. They returned as he continued. "I don't want to lose her." regret flashing across his face "I thought maybe the Accords can split the difference." With a shake of his head Tony moved away again. "In her defense, I'm a handful." sarcasm didn't hide his pain this time though. It was quiet for several beats before he spoke again. "Dad was a pain in the ass, but he and mom always made it work."
"You know, I'm glad Howard got married. I only knew him when he was young and single."
"Oh really? You two knew each other? He never mentioned that." Tony scoffed bitterly. "Maybe only a thousand times." I smiled sheepishly. "God, I hated you." Tony breathed.
"I don't mean to make things difficult."
"I know. Because you're a very polite person."
"If I see a situation pointed south, I can't ignore it." With a deep breath I glanced his way. "Sometimes I wish I could."
"No, you don't."
"No, I don't." I admitted with a halfhearted smile.
"Sometimes…" with a shake of his head Tony continued. A half smirk decorating his face. "Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth. But I don't wanna see you gone." Our eyes met. "We need you, Cap. Nothing's happened that can't be undone, please... sign." And Tony Stark begged. "We can make the last 24 hours legit. Barnes and Kyra get transferred to an American psych center instead of a Wakanda prison." This is hard for him. Keeping Bucky and Kyra out of jail is ideal. They need help. It's such a mess. I turned, one of the screens playing the feed from Bucky's containment room.
"I'm not saying it's impossible. But there would have to be safeguards."
"Sure." Tony jumped up. Relief clear in his voice. "Once we put out the PR fire, these documents can be amended. I filed a motion to have you Pietro and Wanda reinstated."
"Wanda and Pietro? What about them?" worry instantly making a comeback. I'd completely forgotten about the Maximoffs.
"They're fine." Tony waved dismissively. "Confined in the compound currently. Vision's keeping them company."
"Oh God, Tony!" Turning away before I punch him in the teeth. "Every time. Every time I think you're seeing things the right way…"
"What? It's a 100 acres with a lap pool. It's got a screening room. There's worse ways to protect people."
"Protection?" unbelievable. "Is that how you see this? This is protection? It's interment, Tony." How can he not see that? How do I make him?
"She's not a US Citizen"
"Oh, come on, Tony."
"And they don't grant visas to Weapons of Mass Destruction."
"She's a kid!"
"GIVE ME A BREAK!" Tony took a minute, till his anger faded some. "I'm doing what has to be done ...to save us from something worse."
"You keep telling yourself that." The pen landed on the table as I walked away. This is wrong. I'm not going to move. Not on this.
Kyra's POV
Bucky was placed in a room that looked like a bomb shelter. They dragged me to the side behind a wall of glass. I observed each move made in the room. Ready to attack if needed. The whoosh of the sliding door broke my focus. With a glance over my shoulder I saw Nat cautiously moving towards me.
"Come to talk to the captive?" I snarled after she didn't speak for several minutes.
"Kyra, I didn't want this." her voice was soft and held regret. But all I could hear were lies. I don't know if she even remembers how to tell the truth.
"Bullshit. Don't you try playing me Natasha. You signed it, this bullshit document. You support this. You support the governments. After everything."
"The world is different now." she offered. I however don't buy her half ass excuse. My body practically pressed to the glass. He'd calm my rage. Say it was okay. His eyes were closed right now. His chest moving at a slow steady pace as he tried to focus on his breath. A common tactic we both use when we feel overwhelmed. "He can see you, you know." With a roll of my eyes I don't spare Natasha a response. Bucky's eyes finally open and he meets my gaze in an instant. Eyes sad, I doubted I looked any better. They had his prison locked in place. Bright lights surrounded him.
"He's the one who stopped us." I breathed out finally. "I was ready and willing to keep running. To kill each and every one of those cops." Natasha gasped at my quiet admission. "I'll kill anyone who tries to take him from Me." tears pricked my eyes as I looked at Natasha with betrayal. "Anyone."
"You could have avoided all of this. All you had to do was stay in the Tower. You were safe there."
"We were imprisoned there."
"This wouldn't have happened if you'd stayed. There are people who are hurt. People who are dead because you both left."
"You're right." my glare met hers head on. "I'd still be a blind decrepit. The officers who have attacked us would have terrorized someone else."
"Kyra they were doing their jobs."
"And we were protecting ourselves."
"King T'Challa would still be alive if you stayed."
"We did not bomb the UN." jaw clenched I stepped into her personal space. Any other time, I'd be so thrilled. To see Natasha's face for the first time. But that didn't matter now. She'd betrayed me. They all had… "You need more concealer under your eyes there Romanoff. Your bags are showing." My lip curled in disgust as I turned from her. The silence was full of all the things she wanted to say. She tried to calculate a way to manipulate me to agree. To 'see the light.' I'm not the one being stupid here.
"Do you honestly think the greatest assassin of all time would let himself be photographed like that if we were on a mission?" My glare returned. Her eyes widened slightly, like she hadn't even thought of that "Clueless." I scoffed in disappointment. The doors opened and closed. Frustration drowned me in my little glass box. There wasn't much time for me to suffocate though, the doctor walked in. The movement claimed every aspect of my attention.
"Hello, Mr. Barnes. I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit?" Bucky didn't bother to respond. "Your first name is James?" my eyes stayed locked with his. "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" the doctor continued. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."
"My name is Bucky." I encouraged him to continue with a smile. He met my eyes a reserved smile my reward. The doctor glanced over my way as well.
"Would you feel more comfortable with Ms. Stark in here?" Bucky's eyes flashed between the doctor and I. Alarm peeked through. I nodded instantly, desperate to be closer to him. The doctor checked something on his phone, before turning to face Bucky. "It seems we've run out of time."
The power instantly shut off to the entire facility. Emergency lights illuminated the shadows on Bucky's face. Panic filled both of our eyes. I couldn't hear the man anymore. With the power out, the intercom system was down. I pawed the wall. Anxiety snowballed into something unbearable. The doctor got up, Bucky's eyes following him. He threw his head back and began to shake. The doctor looked down at something in his hands. Through the dark I managed to make out the side of a black star on the leather book cover.
"Fuck!" Instantly I started to throw myself at the glass. My eyes trained on Bucky. He started to scream. So loud I could make out the sound. "Bucky! Frosty no! Where did you get that book you bastard?!" my agony fueled more strength than I ever had.
Bucky's arm snapped the restraints like a toothpick. Tore through everything with ease. Still I screamed. I managed to break the glass. The shards tore at my skin, but I couldn't feel it. If the man finished the sequence, I'd lose him. I can't lose him.
"Bucky!" I sobbed out, finally free, just in time for him to throw the door of his cell across the room. He didn't respond.
"Soldier?" Bucky's face raised to meet the doctor's eyes. My eyes wide with horror as I watched the last bit of the man I loved was taken away all over again.
"Готов выполнить (Ready to comply.)" my knees buckled beneath me as desperate wail left my lips. All I could hear was the sound of my heart as it broke. Two large hands roughly pulled me to my feet. Through my tears I saw the doctor's face for the first time. He wasn't HYDRA, how did he have the book?
"What do you want?" I sobbed out. With no motivation to struggle. My Frosty was gone, there was nothing I could do to bring him back this soon.
"Ah, don't worry Ms. Stark, I haven't forgotten you. Well done on staying hidden. But luckily there is a nice little chapter on Permafrost here as well"
"No!" my horror multiplied, my motivation restored instantly. I struggled violently, but Frosty held me firmly in place. Tears stained my face as I begged every god above that someone would come and stop this. But no one did.
"Тень. (Shadow.)"
It's where we had been trained to live. The darkness. We were kept in the dark every second possible. It was a stupid fear, but I feared it all the same. Not because I didn't know what was in the shadows. But because I knew what was there waiting.
"No. No, please. Don't do this!" The Doctor ignored my pleas.
"Пламя. (Flame.)" pain shot down my spine, throwing my head back my body convulsed, taken over by another memory.
The flames danced around the cabin. Steam coming from the melting snow and ice. It still did nothing to quell the blaze.
"Солнечно! (Sunny!)" he had screamed. In front of the others. Fear too great to stay composed. I was stuck in the flames. He disregarded the mission, in front of the others, to retrieve me. They knew then. I was his weakness.
"Frosty! No! It's a trick!" The crackled voice I heard wasn't my own. Reality began to fade. The doctor's face mixed in with Peirce's or Strucker's.
"Изваяние. (Sculpture.)" My temples exploded, my body convulsed. No longer my own.
All I had done was look at the man. I wanted him to stop. Stop hitting me. Stop screaming. Just stop. And he did. Every muscle in his body went ridged. Another member went to touch him, their hand recoiling in shock.
"Она замерла его (She froze him.)"
"Еще раз. (Again.)" More men filed into the room and the attacks began again.
Muscles failed me as I hung limp in Frosty's hold. Overwhelmed with every sensation and memory that rushed to the front of my mind.
"Немой. (Mute.)"
He was bloody and broken. The other soldiers had outnumbered him from the start. We'd finished the mission late. He had at least three broken ribs, still Pierce refused to call them off. He held the back of my neck firmly. Nails digging in my skin. At each whimper, every sob, Pierce signaled more men to join the beating.
"Ты убиваешь его. (You're killing him.)" He breathed in my ear. Biting my tongue to try and stiffly the noises I made Pierce showed no mercy. "Только сильные могут служить нашей великой цели. Вы двое собираются, чтобы спасти мир. Почему ты плачешь? (Only the strong may serve our great purpose. You two are going to save the world. Why do you cry?)"
"Please! Stop!" I begged as they were ripped away again.
"Часть. (Part.)"
"Стоп! Пожалуйста! (Stop! Please!)" My begging was useless. He was being punished for my mistake. Nothing could be worse.
"Вы должны были убить цель. Вы потерпели неудачу. (You were to kill the target. You failed.)"
"Я убил его! (I did kill him!)"
"Я приказал вам, чтобы убедиться, что его семья получила четкий сигнал. Простая колотой раны не было достаточно. (I ordered you to make sure his family got a clear message. A simple stab wound was not enough.)"
"Что я должен сделать? (What should I have done?)" I screeched.
"Растерзать его. Как мы учили вас. (Tear him to pieces. Like we taught you.)"
The blood dripped from my naked fingers.
"Склянка. (Glass.)" my screams blended into the background as my heart roared in my ear. Pounding so violently, I couldn't breathe.
"Where are we going?" I asked him as I was dragged from my cell, a blindfold securely keeping me in darkness.
"You are to accompany me to a New Year's Eve party."
"What makes you think I won't run?"
"If you do, I will kill every single person in attendance." grinding my teeth in agitation my hands clenched and unclenched. Through the short drive, I tried to think of a plan. "Now, you will not speak, is that understood? I just want to pay the host a little visit." The blindfold was removed. "I think you've met before." he commented stepping out into the cold. Looking around my stomach dropped.
Moving through my old home, brimming to the seams with people partying. People I knew.
"Here he is! Tony Stark!" Peirce's hand tighter around my waist. Tony turned, eyes glassy, but he wasn't trashed yet. "So good to see you!" Tony's eyes made it clear he had no idea who Peirce was. He glanced at me, expression unchanging.
"Happy you could join us! Please make yourself at home!" I begged Tony to recognize me. I was right here. Tony turned away uninterested.
"I told you, you have nothing."
And I was shattered once more.
"Ледяной. (Ice.)"
The sweat that had built up was soon turning to ice on my skin. They consistently changed extremes. Hot to cold. Cold to colder. I was passed the point of shaking. My heart rate slowed. I could feel the blood in my veins clotting. They'd be in to beat me soon. I wasn't going to die. They wouldn't let me. I just had to hold out a little longer.
My body trembled violently as the heat followed my every vein. I begged as I was ripped away again.
"Спокойно. (Easy.)"
"It's easy! I give you an order and you follow it!"
"Fuck you!" I screamed in the man's face.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." I spit on his face. "Hard way it is. Hold her!"
"Орнамент. (Ornament.)"
"Isn't she just the prettiest little decoration?" I hung from the rafters. Too tired to bother with an insulting remark.
"A beautiful ornament, without question." With that the two men turned, leaving me hanging in my cell, for who knows how long.
The strain in my muscles so great. Feet weak. The voice continued. Reality was so distorted, I didn't know where I was. Who I was.
"Железо. (Iron.)"
They were clearly getting fed up with my mouth. I'd been chained to my bed after attacking a few guards. One walked in. I can't remember his name. His eyes trailed up and down my body. Malice clear. He said something, in Russian I think, I couldn't understand. His tone scared me more than any beating they'd given me.
He walked forward. I couldn't move. Fear gripping me. This had happened before, but Frosty had been there to stop it. He wasn't here now. I was alone. The disgusting man climbed on top of my struggling body, a disgusting smile on his face. He kept speaking in Russian. The language barrier not helping my fear at all. His lips and teeth began to sink into my neck. Hands roughly groping my body. Sobbing for the first time in months I looked to the ceiling. There was no God. No one was here to save me.
He seemed to like the fight, so I stopped fighting. There wasn't much I could do. He ripped open my tattered shirt. Licking down my chest. I choked on my vomit. Wrenching violently. His head was on my chest, hands holding my waist, working at my clothes.
I can't give up. But there were no weapons within reach. But I had my hands. I wasn't strong enough to choke him out. Hands shaking I pulled him away from my chest. He locked up my neck. Speaking in Russian in my ear. My hands snuck slowly up his neck. Lacing my right hand into his hair. I relaxed as much as possible. He busied with my neck again. I used all my strength to rip his head back. A sickening snap echoed through the room as his body collapsed onto mine. I sobbed harder than I ever had. Lifting my hips trying to get his corpse away from me. Three HYDRA officials walked in, grabbing the body and dragging him off. Pierce followed behind.
"See, killing him wasn't that hard at all."
"You're a monster!" he simply laughed.
"I'm helping you realize your true potential. I'll leave you with your thoughts my dear."
Screams continued to erupt as I felt his hands all over me again. The pain splitting my head into pieces. I felt everything. Every ounce of pain. The floodgates had opened as I was drowned. Ten years of agony overtook me.
"Фары. (Headlights.)"
The road hadn't been slick at all. The journey from New York to Montana was long, but I would have been fine, even though my eyes focused on the road, my mind focused on everything I had lost in the last week. Not what I had planned for the new year at all.
The screech of the van's tires echoed through my head. The car had shuttered from the impact. The sound of glass and metal and heat and pain surrounded me. Staring out the now shattered windshield, I could see the headlights of the other car close by. The pain in my head clouded everything, I tried to focus on the lights, as the night darkened around me. Voices were muffled, desperately I clung to life, but my body refused.
Once again I could feel the light fade. My freedom fade. The memories, hopes, happiness. All wiped away.
Till I was nothing.
Hey double update! Chapter 24 and 25 were originally all included in chapter 23. I broke them up for easier reading. Figured since they are already written might as well post them.
Peoplers these are for you. Thank you for being such an active reader right from the get go. :)
Thoughts and opinions are appreciated. What do you think will happen next? Are you surprised about Kyra's trigger words? I'm starting to combine the comics with the movie for a clearer transition, that is why things are changing.