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Pronunciation for Semi = Sem-ee.

REVISED 11.25.2017

Voices.

That was all she could hear.

Just mulled voices that reverberated in the dark room she occupied.

Or maybe the room was dark because her eyes were closed.

She couldn't tell either way.

She had been hearing them constantly, coming and going, for some time.

Time.

She wasn't aware how long she had been in this state but it felt like an eternity in the empty space with her thoughts running a mile a minute. Her mind on constant replay, from the moment Nick Fury was in her home to the time she was unnecessarily stabbed with a needle by Schmidt's minion. She had been contemplating theories on how this all came to be; evaluating every recent moment in her life that had brought her to this state.

And being trapped in her own mind had to be a nightmare in itself.

She just wanted her brother. To know that he was safe, healthy, and as obnoxious as he always was. To open her eyes and see his warm chocolate eyes smiling at her while he patted her head and called her kiddo or Semi. And that this was all some crazy dream after an extraordinarily rough night of drinking.

But she knew that wasn't the case.

She was somehow trapped in the thirties or forties drugged out of her mind with a psychotic man doing who knows what to her body.

Pressure.

It felt distant, like a prod on a nearly numbed body; her body. She felt it again this time more forceful. On the third prod – if she could call it a prod since it felt like a punch – she felt a pressure in the back of her head.

Something was forcing her body to wake up. The sensation was so strange, a vibration running through her body. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand on end.

Something was wrong.

She could feel it.

The darkness was beginning to fade slowly as a dull light shone ahead, and she desperately grabbed for it.

And that's when she felt – or what absolutely felt like – a bolt of electricity coursed through her body as if someone set a defibrillator to the highest voltage to resuscitate her.

She could hear the voices more clearly now, a loud roar and crackling of what she assumed was fire.

She felt a pair of strong arms holding onto her body.

Breathe.

Smoke filled her lungs and her eyes sprung open.

A man, she recognized as one of the soldiers in the lab, filled her vision, his arms held her so tightly against him that she could hear his rapid heartbeat.

Her brown eyes took in her surroundings, assessing the situation at hand in such a quick way that she didn't think she was capable of ever achieving. Swirls of amber, crimson, and grey filled her vision as she looked at the flames below, sweat covering her body from the intense heat.

The building was on fire.

Shifting her head slightly, her eyes glossed over the vertically challenged man off to her right and instead locked onto the man with the familiar voice. He looked much different since she last saw him. Crimson skin stretched over his head in a way that showed the skeletal frame of his head as he stood in front of an open elevator, case in hand.

Johann Schmidt.

His eyes were not focused in her direction but that was just fine with her. Especially since the man looked like the damn devil.

She could feel her body sway with the soldier's as he stood on the rickety landing. A brief and horrible thought crossed her mind that the man holding her was going to toss her in the fire, before another thought hit her.

It could've been that she just woke up that she didn't think of this immediately but she sure thought of it now.

The building was on fire.

The attention wasn't on her.

This was her escape.

Adrenaline was coursing through her veins and instincts she didn't realized she had took control. Either kick ass and ask the questions later with the huge possibility of dying, or get drugged off her mind with a larger possibility of dying.

She didn't have to think twice.

"Hold on –"

Before the soldier holding her could say anything further, Semira jabbed her sharp elbow into his ribcage. A startled sound left the man's lips and she felt his grip on her loosen. The young woman wrapped her arms around the soldier's neck before she fell, and kneed the man in the groin. Her feet now on the ground, Semira clenched her first tightly and punched the man in the face. One thing she was not expecting was the man to fly back several feet and hit the cement wall, her punch rendering him unconscious.

"Thank you, Tony," she breathed out, not focusing on how she was able to just punch a soldier into unconsciousness. It didn't come as a surprise that her brother forced her into studying various forms of martial arts starting in her early teen years, especially after he realized that men were looking in her direction. It became one of her favorite hobbies over the years that she decided to continue. But one thing was for certain.

She was never able to punch a man into unconsciousness till today.

Must have been all the pent up rage of being sedated.

"It is a pleasure to see you awake, Semira."

Semira turned her head to see Schmidt standing only several feet away from her, his dark eyes pinned on her form.

"Funny coming from the one who drugged me," she replied in a surprisingly nonchalant manner. But no matter how much she seemed indifferent on the outside, she was frightened to death on the inside as the man strode up to her. "You mind putting your flesh mask back on, cause that is a whole lot of ugly -"

Her mouth snapped shut as a large explosion from below dangerously shook the metal bridge holding them. His hand was quick, shooting out to her wrist in a grip that she was sure could snap her wrist with one motion on his end.

"Come along."

The fast pace of her heart beat pounded in her head, and the sudden touch of his hand on hers triggered boosted both the fear and adrenaline running coursing through her body. There was no way she would go with him.

Snaking her free hand over his gloved hand that held her, she planted her thumb strategically under his pinky. She put as much pressure as she could into the back of his hand while pushing forward, causing his hand to tremble. Distraction already in place, she kicked out at his knee ultimately forcing him to let go. Backing away as quickly as possible, Semira stared at Schmidt whose brow furrowed deeply.

The red man's arm reached forward to the little man, shoving him in the elevator before entering himself.

And then the doors closed.

"Shit!" she yelled out in frustration, realizing that had to be the closest route out.

Or the easiest way to die.

She specifically remembered it wasn't smart to operate an elevator during fires, especially an elevator in the forties, and desperately hoped both men were falling into the pits of hell.

"Hey, pull the lever!"

The loud shout reached her ears, and Semira immediately whirled around to see two men on the other side of the metal walkway. The advice didn't pass her, eyes now on the metal lever sitting atop a steel platform. Thankfully pulling the lever was a nonissue, the walkway moving closer to the other side where the two men stood.

However, a short small grunt reached her ears and she almost groaned herself when her eyes landed on the unconscious and crumpled body on the floor.

It was the German soldier.

Brown eyes narrowed as she contemplated what she should do with the man. He wasn't waking up any time soon, that was for sure. He was out cold.

And the building was burning to the ground.

It didn't help that the walkway she stood on with the Nazi soldier projected out in a sloped position, creaking dangerously as it neared the other side. If she had to guess, it would cave before it reached its destination about four feet away.

Her eyes flitted back to the German on the ground and she sighed aloud. She couldn't believe she was going to do this.

Bending over and planting her feet firmly on the ever descending walkway, she heaved the lanky body over her shoulder. The man wasn't the heaviest, though he was tall and that was a little bit of an issue considering her short height.

And that's when shit decided to go downhill. Literally.

The walkway beneath her feat began to collapse, and Semira didn't think twice as she started a small run and jumped the small two feet gap with the man on her back; the adrenaline never slowing down.

For a split second while in the air, she swore her body felt light as a feather. But the thought left her as her feet connected with the solid metal and her eyes focused on the two men in front of her.

"Ma'am, a –"

Semira quickly gave the two men a once over in order to ensure they didn't have the swastika or hydra badge emblazoned on their clothing. Her eyes roved over the man who initially addressed her, a hard helmet sat atop his head his light brown hair while the other had dark brown hair. Her body had slightly eased at the fact that one of the men just addressed her so formally.

"Let's get out of the burning building first, then we can talk," she interrupted the man with the hard helmet on his head.

Her attention was focused on the path of the metal walkways where the stairs would lead. Shifting the man on her shoulder, she began walking towards the stairs.

"Come on," she muttered, quickly bounding up the steps. "Can't believe I'm a total saint."

It took less than a minute when they got to the highest landing with no walkway to get to the other side besides a dangerously long but thick beam that stretched to the opposite side.

Of course, things had to be more difficult.

"Ma'am, I think you should go first. I can take care of him," the same man who spoke to her earlier said. Semira raised an eyebrow at the man and was about to reply with a wildly inappropriate comment – that she shouldn't have come to her head at a time like this – when another explosion shook the walkway they stood on.

Without further consideration for her life and her fear of heights, Semira stepped on the thick steel with the man on her back before the other man could object. She steadied herself onto the beam, swearing profusely when she looked down at the fiery pit below. Every step she took, her heart beat faster within her chest, the sound rushing to her ears until she closed in on the other side. A shaky breath left her lips as she reached the opposite end of the beam, planting her feet on the walkway and dropping the German to the floor.

Whipping her head around, her eyes landed on the silent man who was several feet away from her. Short strands of his dark hair fell into his eyes, sweat dripping from his sallow looking skin. He took another small step toward her and his eyes widened in horror before taking a leap for his life as the beam collapsed.

Semira scrambled over the railing to grab him, a sigh of strangled relief escaping her lips when she felt his hand gripping her arm from below. Mustering up all her strength, she pulled the unnaturally heavy man up from the railing.

That had to be the worst mistake she ever made in her life. And there were a lot of terrible mistakes that she made.

Somehow her pulling him up propelled the man into herself, his weight careening down on her. The side of her head slammed against the steel floor, the weight of the heavy dark haired man no longer on her, his eyes just inches from her own. But the eyes vanished behind the tears that blurred her vision, the blinding pain overwhelming.

She didn't know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that the blinding sharp pain on the side of her head only lasted for a few seconds, before the small black dots in her vision began to take over.

One thing she did know was that she was going to have one hell of a headache if or when she woke up.