Forget
Ava's hazel-hut eyes snap open in panic, she can feel the thick lining of sweat pouring down her face - her breathing is shallow as she feels no pain surging through her own body, only numbness. Rolling her numb head to the side she catches sight of dozens of surgical instruments and machines near where she's laying. Is she in a hospital? Did she actually manage to survive that fall? She thinks to herself, blinking rapidly to rid the bleariness from her vision.
"Steve…" she whispers hoarsely, but her tongue feels like lead. Her words slur as they flow out of her mouth. "Bucky…" she gets no reply, she feels tears sting her eyelids as she closes them to blink them away - needing to be strong no matter what. She wills for Steve and Bucky to come in at any moment, tell her everything will be okay and that she will be fine; but she doesn't know where she is or how she's alive. She can't remember how she got there; why can she remember falling from a train, why is she in a medical room? Where is everyone? Ava feels slight relief rise up in her heart as she feels her body starting to come back to life, she notices that her body feels tied to the table she's currently lying on; but instantly she starts to feel sick when she looks at her left arm. Her breathing quickens in horror, her whole left arm looks like it has been ripped off - she wants to puke but something is stopping her from doing so. Ava starts to beg silently in her head; that all this show is just a dream, that she's somewhere in one of the base camps; safe and under a high density medicine that is causing her to hallucinate while being under.
"Steve!" She shouts, louder than before but feeling a tear fall on her paled cheek. "Bucky!" She hears footsteps coming towards her from outside the metal door connecting her room to a hallway. "I'm in here!" She cries, begging for someone to save her - she's pretty sure that whoever has her, are no friends of hers. She hears the lock of the door open, making her head tilt upwards. Ava feels the makings of a huge headache coming on. Ava feels her eyes widen in fear as she feels trapped, suddenly wishing she's still under whatever drugs that keep her asleep. Standing in the doorway is one of the men she despises the most, Dr. Zola.
"Ah, Miss Avery Rogers," Dr. Zola speaks, his accent becoming prominent as his smirk widens at her discomfort. "Welcome back," he greets, looking at Ava like she's a piece of meat. "You know, it wasn't nice of your brother and boyfriend to take you away so soon." He places a thoughtful look on his face, still holding the menacing feeling of doom for Ava. "However, I feel as if it were the best choice - now we will be able to give you an extra ability to fill that missing arm of yours."
Ava grits her teeth, wanting to punch the guy in the face - she has no idea what he did to her before Steve and Bucky got to her, but something doesn't feel well settling in her stomach. "What are you doing to me?!" She demands, clenching her right fist as she gets the feeling back in it. "Why am I here?"
Zola's smirk becomes wider. "You will be our greatest weapon, Miss Avery," he tells her, he presses a small red button on one of the side tables. "You will serve Hydra to the best of your abilities when we are done with the reconstruction."
"Only Steve and Bucky get to call me that, now let me go!" She yells at him, trying to budge out of the binds that are holding her down but there's no use - there's no way she has enough energy to get out of there or even fight the weasel.
Zola tuts her with his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Oh, Avery. They won't coming for you." Ava shakes her head not believing him. "But, no matter. By the time we're finished with you, you'll want to kill them with more than pure vengeance." His chuckle sounds hollow and cold, like he knows there's nothing standing in the way. He will carry out his original plan for Ava Rogers and make damn sure that those two boys will pay for what they did to Hydra. This plan will succeed in the positive future of the world. The metal door opens once again and nine different people start to pile in. Ava's heart starts to race, feeling dread and desperation of just wanting to go home to Bucky and her twin turn back up to a high level. Zola turns to them, "let us proceed." The people start to file around Ava, who lays struggling in her current position.
"No…" Ava whispers as someone injects her with a clear blue liquid into her forearm, she feels ice fill her veins as her vision starts to darken.
She vaguely hears Zola say, "Goodbye, Miss Avery." His cold voice sounds miles away as Ava's eyes closed, her head flopping to the side - looking dead to the world again as the scientists begin to work on their true weapon.
…..
In a room, where the lights are slightly dimmed, a young woman, around 27 years old lays on a clean white bed wearing pitch black clothing that will soon be of use to her in her upcoming missions. Her luscious dark, dirt colored hair is longer and darker than before, her full hazel eyes shut as they hold a viscous tint to it and her breathing is within the normal range of someone who is asleep. The woman's left arm is completely covered in metal as if it's an implant, there's a distinct red star stamped onto it, signifying that she's now fighting with Hydra. Her mind is blank and void of emotion within it, there's nothing in there from memories to recognitions, just nothing but knowledge and battle strategies - it's like there's a blank slate covered inside that head of hers, anything that has anything to do with personal knowledge is now gone. A drop of water sounds somewhere within the room, there's a moment of silence before the woman's eyes open with sharpness - eyeing the room with caution. The Winter Soldier is alive and ready for duty. While Avery Rogers is dead.