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My attempts to sleep were unsuccessful and my rest was not peaceful. My body ached from the restraints, I wanted to roll over and curl up on myself but am unable. I shouldn't be here. The mission should have been easy. We arrived at the location where our target was supposed to be isolated and alone but instead we were flanked by more than 40 men with machine guns. We managed to kill a great deal of those men but Clint got shot and I fell back to help him. Somehow while I was applying pressure to his chest where the bullet entered one of the enemy soldiers snuck up behind me and I felt a heavy blow to my head and my world went black.
Now my mind is recalling my previous experiences in the red room. The torturous experiments, the harsh training, the brutal beatings given for things as simple as stepping out of place in the ballet routines, and finally the brainwashing that made me who I am, or I was before Clint saved me. I feel my breath leave me as I gasp that thought reminds of what Ivan said about Clint being dead. He can't be gone, he is my lifeline and best friend. I don't know if I can survive without him, he knows every dark part of my past and understands why I can't sleep most nights and is always there when I need him. I can't live without him.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door swing open again. My stomach turns in anticipation of what is about to happen.
"Hello Natalia. I trust you rested well" Ivan greets.
"That is not my name." I growl angrily in response.
"Are you ready to answer some questions?" he asks me. Still I remain silent. A few seconds later I can feel his giant, hard fist come into contact with the right side of my ribcage. Pain erupts through my rips causing me involuntarily to gasp in pain but I make no sound despite the fact that several ribs are now cracked if not completely broken.
"Where is the new Avengers base located?" I laugh out loud at this question. Does he really expect me to answer that? This response earns me another punch this time on the left side of my rib cage injuring more ribs. I still make no sound.
This continues for several more rounds with alternating hits to my right and left ribcage which is now severely throbbing. Suddenly I watch as he turns and walks out of the room slamming the door behind him.
I take this time to catch my breath and try to think of a way out of this. I can find none. Suddenly the door swings open again and I hear two sets of footsteps enter the room. Suddenly I see Bucky face above mine. Then I feel my heart miss a beat as I realize that this isn't Bucky this is the Winter Solider here to try and break me.
He leans over and nuzzles his face into my hair, his face moves towards my neck "Nat its Bucky. I'm sorry for what I am about to do. Stay strong. I will get us out of here I promise." I nod my head slightly in response.
Bucky steps back and suddenly he pulls out a knife and jabs it into my right thigh. I have to bite my tongue to avoid screaming out in pain. Then I feel him hit me hard in the head and I fall into all too welcoming black abyss.
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