Hydra Jet
Unknown Time Later

It was the pulling and yanking on his body that managed to stir Sam only partially awake. If it had been his choice, he would have slept until the sharp stabbing pain in his head went away. With each slow beat of his heart, he could feel the blood pounding in his skull. But that was all that he could feel.

Sam knew that his body was lying prone on a surface, but there was no actual feeling in any of his limbs. For some reason they were all numb or incapacitated somehow. But that didn't seem to matter to the nausea that he was able to feel.

How had he gotten here? In fact, where was here?

The last thing he remembered was turning to fly back towards the Quinjet which had taken some kind of possible missile strike.

His left arm was then lifted up by someone for a few moments before it was carelessly released to fall on whatever surface he was lying upon. All he knew was that it was hard, maybe metal. The coolness of the air on his arm told him that his gauntlet had been removed. As the same action was done to his other arm, Sam tried to pry open an eye to see who was stripping him of his uniform.

As soon as he did so, his visor was roughly stripped from his face. His head lifted partially off the flat surface, and when it dropped back down, the impact intensified the thumping pulse exploding in his skull. Another wave of nausea washed over him.

Through the stars in his vision, Sam could tell the room he was in was dark grey and there were multiple ghost figures moving all around the immediate area. None of them had faces, only black masks that covered every inch of their skin. They looked just like the ones that had been heading towards the Quinjet where Teagan was.

Teagan!

Above him, all of the figures matched, so none of them were her.

Listening to the different conversations, none of the voices were hers. Nobody was calling for help. Did that mean that Teagan was not here? Sam went to call out for her and found that just like his arms, his voice didn't want to work properly either.

What had happened to him? He had been high up in the air, trying to get past the treetops and back to the jet. How had they managed to take him down? He could almost remember something shooting quickly through the air and coming directly for him.

His blurry sight showed two figures close to him, hovering over his torso as he felt them begin to work on removing his chest armor and wings. Lifting his arms, which seemed much weaker than they should, he tried to swat away the enemy hands about to strip him of his defenses. All that did was make another dark shape kick his hand back to the floor where booted feet pinned his arms down.

Once they were done figuring out how to get his wings off, the feet released him and then kicked him onto his side then front. The move left his wings on the floor where he had been. They had managed to remove his best hope of getting out of here…wherever here was.

"Get the cuffs on him then secure him into place!"

Sam knew that the voice meant him so he tried to move his limbs to stop them but he was still too dazed to do so. The cold metal clamped around his wrists without any trouble from him. Then his body was dragged over the floor before being lifted to rest his back upon a wall while sitting on the floor. Someone grabbed a hold of the cuffs, lifting them over his head before he felt them being secured upwards. Why wouldn't his body respond properly?

The dark figures moved away but he was unable to pull his arms back down from over his head. Looking around, he could see more black figures further away huddled over something, blocking his view. Not that it mattered much since his eyes still saw nothing but blurry dark figures surrounded by bright stars. Blinking a couple of times, he began to feel a slight burning sensation, similar to having gotten chlorine pool water in his eyes.

"Are you done over there yet?"

"We're working on it!"

"Well, hurry up! This one is already awake!"

"The net's charge is meant to incapacitate his body, not keep him knocked out. The fall did that."

Net? Fall?

That's what helped him to remember the strange gun pointed at him with the missile he had tried to dodge. But instead of exploding, as he went to make his right turn to avoid being hit, the thing had burst open into a large webbed net that had a blue electrical charge all over it. When it had wrapped around his body and part of his wings, it had sent a shock into him and his suit. It had forced his wings to power down, causing him to fall out of the sky.

There had not been time to pull for his parachute, but he had managed to roll just enough so that just before crashing he was able to avoid landing on the concrete landing platform and hit the soft dirt ground. He must have been knocked unconscious upon impact. The shock net was the reason that his body was useless right now.

Taking a deep gasp of air, Sam tried to call out, "Teagan," but the most he accomplished was a whisper. But it was enough to get at least one of the form's attention.

Crouching down right next to him, he saw the black mask much better. There was not a speck of exposed skin and the eyes were covered with mirrored goggles.

"Looks like you have a nasty bump on your forehead. If you behave during the trip, the boss might consider letting someone take a look at that when we land at the base."

Land? That must mean they were in some kind of plane. Probably the very one that had brought Keeling to the base yesterday since it had been parked off to the side of the base's entrance. Where was he being taken?

"Where's Teagan?" he hated to ask.

There was no way that they were dressed like that unless they knew she would be with them at the base and what her powers were.

"Your girlfriend?" Sam could almost see the grin through the mask. Nodding his head to his side, "They're almost finished with getting ready to lock her down."

Turning to look in the direction the figure had indicated, there was now just enough space between the bodies to see what they had been working on. Rapidly he blinked his eyes, trying to clear up the strange image that was still blurry with stars staying on the outer fringes of his sight.

Lying on the metal floor, Sam finally caught his first glimpse of Teagan…and it made him want to scream.

She was totally unconscious, not putting up any sort of fight as the two agents finished removing the last of her clothing, leaving her only in a bra and panties. There were more agents, all in full black clothing, looking and pointing at her now exposed tattoos.

"Leave her alone," he tried to scream at them, but it barely carried to his own ears.

"We have to make sure she's prepped for the trip home," the agent next to him stated. "After all the trouble Hydra has gone through to get her back, we'd hate for her to leave us again any time soon."

Home?

Sam felt his blood run colder than it had in a long time.

Keeling! The new base!

This had all been a trap to get Teagan back!

The anger built up in his body as realization of what they had all walked into overwhelmed him. All of the worrying that he'd had about letting her go with them…he never should have doubted that nagging feeling that he'd had. They had been so arrogant that none of them had spotted the elaborate trap that Hydra had put into place. And they had all paid a heavy price consisting of blood and death…and ended up with the two of them captured.

Pulling hard at the cuffs holding him down, Sam finally managed to let out a scream of agony and anger that managed to echo in the enclosed metal structure. Everyone turned to look at him, even the two working on Teagan. That was when the laughing started.

They were laughing at him! They knew they had won!

"Teagan! Wake up! You have to stop them!"

"There's no point in yelling," he was told by the agent. "The stuff she was injected with will last at least an hour. They'll be done securing her well before then."

He fought until his wrists hurt and the nausea returned, all the while Teagan lay there unaware of what was being done to her.

One of the guards then rolled her onto her belly as another approached with a metal device in his hands. Even without having seen it before, Sam knew that this must be the arm binder that Keeling had kept her restrained in most of the time. He'd heard enough stories from her about it.

"Leave her alone, you assholes!" his voice was growing in strength, just like his body. But with every screamed word, he could feel it pounding throughout his head. The throbbing pain forced it's way forward, causing his right eye to slightly close from the pumping pressure.

"Why don't you shut up before we make you shut up?" one of the two yelled back at him.

Lying half of the item across her bare back, they began to fold her arms upwards, painfully twisting them so they fit into the half-pipe metal-formed W shape. They slipped her hands inside of the small enclosed area that stopped at her neck. The top metal piece was then laid on and an Allen wrench was used to secure down the screws to hold it together. There was no way that she would ever have been able to remove it on her own. No wonder she had never been able to escape. They then rolled her back over.

"We're ready!" the other of the two then called out over his shoulder.

That was when another figure began to approach Teagan from a dark area he had not previously noticed. A tapping sound accompanied the off-gait of the figure that came into view.

Marcus Keeling!

"Stay away from her, you bastard!"

He didn't even bother looking over at Sam, all of his attention focused on the bound form now at his feet. Crouching down, Keeling ran his bare hand over Teagan's cheek in a gentle motion, almost kind if Sam didn't know better. That was when he noticed the object being held along with the cane.

A black leather mask.

"You can't put that on her!" he screamed at the man while rattling his hands, making as much noise as he could to distract him Teagan.

Nausea hit Sam again as his body fought against the jerky movements he was trying to make it do. Considering the other troubling signs he had been ignoring, Sam was now almost sure that he had a concussion from when he impacted the ground.

Not getting any acknowledgement from Keeling, Sam did the only other thing he could…he kicked out at the agent closest to him. His booted foot barely managed to knock the back of his knee, but it at least made him unsteady enough so that he fell to the floor.

Sam then quickly reached out with both feet and managed to wrap his legs around the agent's neck, putting him into a choke-hold with his knee. The agent's hands weakly fought at trying to grasp his legs to free himself, making Sam only tighten his own grip.

"Leave her alone or he dies!"

That finally managed to get Keeling to look over at the situation.

"In case you haven't figured it out yet, this entire strike team was expendable as long as Teagan was recaptured," his voice was eerily calm as he spoke. "Kill him if you want. I would say that it would mean one less person for you to go through later on but neither of you are escaping from us…ever."

There was an arrogant surety in Keeling's comment, as if he could see into the future and know that the two of them were lost. Looking back at Teagan already bound, knowing what he probably intended for her, Sam couldn't stop as he let his anger take over his actions.

Squeezing his legs tightly around the throat, Sam gave a sharp yank and heard the resulting sound of a neck breaking that he expected.

"Well done," Keeling cruelly smiled at him. "I didn't think that you would have it in you. I was hoping that I wasn't wrong with my assessment that you had feelings for her. That only proves it. It will help bring you under my control much more quickly."

Sam opened up his legs, the dead agent's body giving a thud on the metal as it impacted. Still needing to vent his anger, he kicked the lump for not being useful as hard as he could.

Keeling had already returned his attention to Teagan even as the other agents pulled the dead one away from him.

"I've missed you, tool" he could barely hear Keeling tell her.

Taking the strange hood in his hands, Keeling rolled the sides of it back so that the face of it lined up with Teagan's. Carefully he watched as the evil item was slid over her skin, Keeling happily about to trap her back inside of the dark that she feared so much.

And he was helpless to stop it from happening.

Keeling smoothed the fabric over her face, removing any wrinkles to form a perfect leather version of Teagan. Sam saw that the mouth area was still open, exposing her lips, but he knew that would change soon. Keeling would never allow her the ability to talk. The area surrounding her showing eyes had rivets that he could guess the use of.

"Roll her over," he simply instructed and the agent quickly moved to do his bidding.

Once she was again lying on her belly, Keeling began to draw up the cord running through the silver triangle hoops that ran from the top of her head to her neck. Even from this distance, Sam could hear the cracking, straining sound of the leather as it was viciously tightened down. Reaching the back of her neck, he formed a knot before tucking the remaining cord inside of a pocket under the neck collar, which was buckled closed. Sam almost screamed as a small padlock was looped through a ring on the buckle's prong, making it not removable.

Pulling something from a pocket of his cargo pants, Keeling proudly held the gag up for Sam to see. It made his stomach churn. The interior piece looked like the rubber mouth guard that sports players would use to protect their teeth. That was secured to a thick leather panel which had straps to hold it around her head.

Prying open Teagan's mouth using his thumb on her chin, Keeling roughly wedged the item inside, taking his time to insure that it was in place. Satisfied that it was, he buckled and also padlocked it at the back of her head. Now the only way for her to breathe was through the two small holes that lined up with her nostrils. Sam worried that if she started to panic, which he knew she would, that they may not be big enough. She could easily cause herself to pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Turn her back over."

There was a sickening sound of her metal arm cuff thudding on the jet's floor.

Sam pulled hard at his own cuffs again with the final item Keeling produced from his pants…a blindfold.

"Please, don't do that to her," he finally begged for her. "You know she hates the dark. You've already contained her. You can't be that cruel. None of that stuff is necessary, only the gag."

Keeling actually paused as he was reaching over toward her head, turning with a dark glimmer in his eyes.

"But you see, I want to do this to her. Besides, this is only the beginning. You have no idea how cruel I am going to have to be to make her obey me once again."

With that, Keeling placed the thick, padded blindfold over her eyes and began to snap down the grommets into place.

When he was done, Keeling looked over at someone who stepped forward with a long thin tube in his hand. A feeding tube, just like the one Teagan had when they freed her from the Raft. Without a word, the man began to work it through the breathing hole in the mask and fed it down inside of her. The long end was secured to her mask by a piece of medical tape to hold it in place.

If Keeling was putting that in, Sam knew that it meant he intended to keep Teagan locked away in that mask for some time. He recalled the horrific stories of how days or a week would go by as she was 'put on a shelf' until Hydra needed her again. But now, she was no longer the broken, obedient 'tool' that Keeling had created. She had been free from him. Her mind was stronger and she had begun to fight back her fear of her past. There was no way that she would easily give in this time to Keeling.

And that worried him as to what Keeling would do to revert her back to the way she had been previously under his control.

Sam closed his eyes, his head pounding as he gritted his teeth in anger at himself for ever letting her come with them to the base. He should have insisted to Steve and Nat that she stay back at the safe house in Chicago. They could have called Clint or Wanda to come and stay with her so that she wouldn't have been alone. Hell, they should have called in both of them to join them on the base raid. Or called in Shield…hell, even Tony would have joined them if they'd only asked!

Hearing a scraping sound, Sam opened his eyes back up to see what was going on now. That was when he saw that a rectangle item an agent had been sitting on was being pulled closer to Teagan. It wasn't until they lifted the clear lid that Sam understood that it was a box to put her in.

"You'll kill her!"

Keeling stood over her as three agents lifted her limp form off of the floor and placed her inside the narrow item. Closing the lid, Keeling walked over and flipped a bracket down over a ring before closing a larger padlock through it.

"We wouldn't go through all of this trouble just to kill her now. There are air holes lining the sides to let in oxygen," Keeling pointed out. "So, now we wait. There's almost a two hour flight back to our home base. Teagan should wake up at about the half way point, wondering where she is, what happened to her, and believing you are dead."

"What?" Sam felt his body chill over at hearing that.

"You didn't know?" Keeling asked coming to stand just out of reach of his feet. "When she was running away, Teagan turned around and watched as you were shot out of the sky with the net. But she didn't seem to understand what it was. All she saw was your body starting to fall out of the sky, disappearing behind the trees, before crashing to the ground unconscious. She stopped running away and screamed for you, thinking you were dead. It was thanks to her compassion towards you that we were able to shoot her with the tranquilizer."

"Bastard!" Sam tried to kick out at him, not even getting close and only making himself nauseous again with the sudden movement.

"Take the rest of the flight to appreciate the position you now find yourself in. You are not only Hydra's prisoner, but so is Teagan once again. If you do not cooperate with us, I can easily punish her for your disobedience…and she'll never know why. Right now, to her, you are dead. And with all the explosions at the base, there is a good chance that so are Captain America and Black Widow. That means that there is no chance of a rescue from your friends since if you had known the location of our true base, you would have struck there at some point over the past two years."

Sam scowled as he listened to the bastard who was glaring down at him with smugness written all over his face. This entire time, he had not once thought about what might have happened to Steve and Nat. He had seen the explosion that had set off the avalanche which had covered the hanger doors. They had been running towards the back wall of the hanger, away from the debris. Even if they had somehow survived, the plans that Nat had found for the location showed no other way in, the fear of nuclear fallout keeping secondary entrances from being created.

Had they really been buried alive as it had looked like from where he had been in the air? Were his friends now dead or buried alive under tons of rock? There was nobody else who would even come looking for them. Would Clint do something if he didn't hear from Nat for too long? Had he even known that they were moving in on the base? Sam didn't think that he had.

Lifting his cane to gesture to him, letting him see that the pommel was a silver Hydra symbol, "I think you just figured it out," Keeling taunted as he turned to walk back to where he had first appeared from.

The other guards then began to loiter around the cargo area they were in. He paid particular attention to the plastic box that his wings and other items were placed inside of, another padlock securing them. None of them paid any type of attention to the box in which Teagan was sleeping away the flight in.

He wondered if the shots she had so long ago in Wakanda would keep her arms from being damaged again. They had laid her on her back, with her arms secured underneath of her. That also had to be a painful position for her back. Once she woke, Teagan would automatically know who had her thanks to the arm device.

It didn't take long for his own arms still suspended above his head to start to lose some sensations in them and forming a pins-and-needles feeling. Flexing his hands didn't help so Sam pulled his legs under him and moved into a kneeling position to try and get the blood flowing back down to them. A wave of nausea swept over him, making Sam reconsider the position.

After a few minutes, it seemed to help but now his knees began to hurt from being pressed into the metal floor. They had managed to put into a position where it was impossible to get comfortable…on purpose?

"Could I at least have something to sit on?" he asked to no one in particular.

"Shut up," was the only response he received.

He was not sure how long passed as he began to go from sitting to kneeling to standing multiple times, trying to get comfortable somehow. During the short times he stood, his cuffs made him slightly hunched over, still not a good position to hold for very long. The pounding in his head was joined with nausea after only a few short minutes.

Then he heard the new noise for the first time. Was that a thump?

Looking around, none of the others nearby seemed to give any indication that they had heard it too. Turning his head, Sam tried to focus in on the location it was coming from, but it was silent again. Long moments passed before he heard it again, this time it was loud enough to catch the agents' attention. Standing back up, Sam looked over at the box with Teagan in it along with the others.

"She's awake," one of them chuckled, standing next to the box to look through the clear lid.

Sam then heard the thumping sounds become louder and more frequent. Catching a hint of movement from inside, he saw that she was struggling. Inside the small box, Teagan was able to lift her legs to give a slight kicking motion to the top and sides. It would only take her a few strikes to figure out what type of item she was locked inside of.

"Teagan! I'm here! It's me, Sam!"

There was no indication from the bound form in the box that she had heard even a muffled voice as she continued to roll side to side and kick her feet at the surrounding container. He could barely see her head shaking back and forth, trying to dislodge the items keeping her in the dark. Even with the gag, Sam could hear her panicked screams, over and over, growing ever louder. The sound sent a sharp stab right into his chest, knowing that he couldn't help her in any way.

Refusing to give in so easily, he pulled at the cuffs, and this time he finally ended up straining so hard against them that they cut into his skin, blood starting to run down his hands.

The entire time, the Hydra goons watched her freaking out while laughing at her predicament. They had not an ounce of sympathy with what she was going through. To them, Teagan was nothing more than a show.

"That's why we needed the box," one of the guards told another. "Otherwise, she be flopping all around this place like a fish out of water."

"Teagan! Teagan!" he tried to get her attention, to give her some type of comfort, not matter how small it would be. He could tell that she was in the middle of a panic attack as she figured out what had happened to her. Hopefully just knowing that he was alive and nearby would be enough.

"Go and let him know she's awake…and you, shut the fuck up," one of the men said to him, as another ran in the direction Keeling had left in.

In no time, the two of them were back. Having something to occupy them for the first time during the flight since she'd gone inside the box, everyone present was intently watching her struggling form.

After hearing one particularly loud knock, Sam screamed at the top of his voice out to her again, "Teagan! I'm here!"

Keeling gave a loud sigh at his outburst, as if bored and tired.

"Some take care of that noise," Keeling stated while pointing his cane at him. "Double the dosage to compensate for the size difference. In fact, let's just keep him asleep until after we get to the base and have a chance to properly lock him down."

"Yes, sir," one of the agents pulled out his tranquilizer gun, aiming it at him.

"Teagan!" he managed to yell only one more time before two darts landed on his thigh, pumping the cold fluid into him.

Before he could utter another word, Sam collapsed to his knees hard as his muscles forgot how to support his body. As his body's weight was caught painfully by his secured bloody wrists, he was barely conscious enough to care since his last thought was of Teagan and what she must be going through.

Moments Earlier

There was not a single type of sound except for a steady, weak thumping that reminded her of a heartbeat. Listening to it for a few beats, Teagan began to wonder if it was her own. That would make sense since she was just waking up from her nap. But why was it so quiet in the bedroom?

Nap? Bedroom?

No, that wasn't right.

Trying to stretch out her aching shoulders, she realized that she could not get a good sense of where her arms were, as if they were numb. Had she rolled over and pinned them under her as she slept? Trying to pull her arms out from underneath her, they weren't able to respond to her mind's commands.

What was going on?

Feeling a slight ache in her open jaw, she finally registered the intruder in her mouth. Running her tongue across the slick surface, she then bit down and found it to be made of a rubbery substance. Giving a muffled call of 'hello', not a syllable could be understood through the gag.

A gag!

Opening her eyes did not change the blank scene before her, it was still consumed of pure darkness. There was something pressing down on her eyes, irritating them so that she had to close her lids again to stop the pressure. Why couldn't she see? It wasn't just dark in here, wherever here was…she was blindfolded!

Teagan's mind became fully awake at that point, knowing that what was happening to her should not be. How did she get here? There was a gag in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes! It had been so long since she's been trapped like this but the feeling of fear was easy to remember.

Was she back inside one of her nightmares?

Trying to force her body to take a deep breath, she could tell that inhaling through her nose had somehow also been slightly restricted, as if only a small amount of air was being let through. Was she suffocating? That was what made the tightening sensation start in her chest. Even though she knew that she was somehow barely getting air, her body was responding as if it was a load of rocks pressing into her ribs, constricting her breathing even more. Twitching her nose, she felt the old familiar presence of a tube.

Oh, no! Please, no!

Starting to struggle with her body, Teagan knew she had to figure out what was going on. It was as if her mind was refusing to let the truth of her situation come to her.

Where was she? You know where!

What had happened to her? You know what!

How was she supposed to wake up from this nightmare? You can't!

Puffing out her cheeks, she realized that there was a unfamiliar substance covering her skin. Rolling her head back and forth, she was just able to feel the pressure of material all around. Her head was encased in a hood of some kind.

Wearing a tight hood, a gag preventing her from talking, a feeding tube inserted, darkness all around her…

There was only one reason for this type of restriction to her body.

Keeling!

Just thinking his name put her into full-on panic mode.

No, no, no…this had to be a dream…a nightmare!

Something had happened.

Something bad.

Something petrifying.

Needing to get her arms free from under her, to escape from here, Teagan tried to force her limbs to move as much as they possibly could. For so long, she had been held in this position, her arms permanently pinned behind her back. Another wave of panic washed over her, her chest tightening even more as if crushed in a vice as she struggled to breath. She tried to calm down, knowing that something was not actually constricting her, that it only felt like it.

She needed to find out where she was.

Searching outward with her feet, they stopped against surfaces not far away, one on each side. Lifting her legs, she barely was able to bend her knees, feeling them impact something hard not far above her. Pointing her feet down, there it was again. Rolling her entire body as much as she could, anything that would move touched something. Her mind conjured up the shape to explain where she was.

A small coffin!

Knowing that not only were her arms encased in her old arm restraint, but now understanding that she was locked inside of a coffin…Teagan let out the loudest scream that she could form.

Her breathing took on short, hard pants, trying to get as much air as she could. Thrashing her body in every direction possible, every part impacted with all the sides of the coffin. Lifting her head, it also thumped after only a few inches.

She had to wake up…but she already was…

Over and over for so long, Teagan screamed while rocking her body, hoping to somehow free herself from this confine. If only it had been ropes, she might be able to untie herself. To get out of here.

But then she knew better.

If this was Keeling…if…

No.

This was Keeling.

There was no doubt about it. Nobody else would go through this much torture just to subdue her. Not even Ross. But why hadn't the others stopped him from getting to her?

Steve…Natasha…the explosions!

They had been inside the base. The picture on the screen had shown her the bombs that went off, causing an avalanche that filled the entire hanger. They had been buried under the rocks. Then the picture had changed to be that of the outside of the jet she was in. Another explosion had gone off, this one aimed at where she was hiding. The fire and smoke…she had to leave the jet or be burned alive inside of it. She had to get to Sam, they had to get out of there.

That was when she remembered the last time she had seen Sam. She had been running away, trying to escape the men she saw pouring out of the wood in all black. Up in the air past the trees, Sam had barely been visible as he glided over the landing area. There had been an agent with a large gun, a fired missile heading for him. The strange electrical charge that had encompassed him. Sam had been electrocuted and fallen to the ground…dead.

Now she screamed again, this time even louder than when she discovered the coffin surrounding her.

Sam was dead!

There was a sharp stabbing pain in her chest as her mind replayed the scene of him falling towards the ground, disappearing behind the tall treetops. His crumpled body lying on the ground.

He was gone all because of Keeling wanting to capture her again. All of them were.

This was more than a dream…it was a waking nightmare.

She had gotten them killed, all because she wanted to see Keeling taken down, and they had wanted to do it for her. To give her some type of peace of mind. To free her from his repulsive memory.

Well, that had backfired in a major way.

Sam's death, just like Steve and Natasha's, was now on her hands, just as if she had pulled the trigger of a gun to his head. If she had only told them to not go after Keeling, all three of her friends would be alive right now.

Instead, they were dead and she was once again Keeling's prisoner.

She was already trapped back in the dark, she was secured down, she was locked away like a tool in a box.

Just like Keeling had always called her…and would still call her.

At that realization, Teagan began to laugh hysterically.

Her mind couldn't process the massive emotions running through her as she thought about everything that had happened and was about to. The loss, the guilt, the fear.

No more of the outside with blue sky. She would be returned to her dark, black cell.

No more freedom to go where she wanted to. She would be strung up just like she always was.

No more warm showers or baths. She would be hosed down.

No more soft beds with Sam lying next to her.

He was dead.

She was lost once again to the world.

There was no one out there to come after her.

She had been happy after so long!

And now Sam had been taken away from her forever!

At least only she would now suffer at Keeling's hands…Sam was safe from Hydra…

From this point forward, her life was back in the hands of a madman without a conscious. He would torture and abuse her again, this time probably worse than he had before. Keeling would be angry at her for escaping him, and he would take it out on her. He would find a way for her to work for him again…and it would be more painful than the first time.

She had to get out of here!

Sam would want her to get out of here! She had to be strong for him!

Kicking and screaming, her body impacted as hard as she could with the coffin, praying that someone would take pity on her and help her. But there was only silence in her ears. There was nobody even around to hear the screams, the begging, the pleading of being released.

Her breathing became more shallow as her body expended as much energy as it could, trying to escape the box she found would not give an inch, no matter what she did to it. It seemed even smaller than it had the last time she had lashed out at it. There was no way out! Nothing but solid walls trapping her in the confined area.

Did that mean that there was no way for air to get in?

Now a new panic started up.

Teagan recalled the last time she had been forced into a box as they escaped the Tesseract explosion years ago. The air in the cramped box had been used up and she had passed out. She had been at the verge of death before Keeling unfortunately brought her back. Was this box just like that one? Was that why it was so hard to breathe?

Feeling her body begin to shudder, Teagan let the terror of claustrophobia and suffocation wash over her. There was no more air, her lungs…the pressure on them was too much…it was crushing her!

The last thing she thought of before passing out, maybe hopefully dying, was Sam.

Hopefully he could forgive her for getting him killed.