When I told Sam about the memory I had experienced back at my house, he was hesitant whether or not we should continue to dig the rest of them up. I hadn't been woken up in any of the memories I had so far, but if I could recall memories from when Onyx was activated, it meant I had been compromised at some point during my capture.

"I need to get out of here, for now." I told him, standing from the couch as he rose next to me. He nodded before replying.

"Tony can't find out about any of this, Phoebe. I know you've been close for years, but there was a reason we couldn't tell you what happened in Sokovia, and he doesn't need to start digging for answers." We heard a knock on the door and I froze, not knowing who it could be. Sam walked around his chair to his front window, looking at his door and swearing. "You need to get out of here. Steve and Natasha are here."

I gave him a confused look, "What are they doing here?" I asked. He just shrugged.

"Dunno. But they can't know about this, either, Phoebe-" I cut him off before he could continue.

"Sam, they already know about the Winter Soldier coming to my house this morning. They might need help. If they don't, I'll leave, but I can't just skip town when I don't really know how long it'll be before I lose consciousness again." He nodded before heading to the front door.

I lingered in the kitchen, listening to them as they spoke. "I'm sorry about this," I heard Steve speak, "We need a place to lay low." I heard Natasha speak next.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." I scoffed at her straightforwardness and shook my head. I knew things were going downhill fast, but I didn't know they'd start trying to pick us off.

There was a pause before Sam replied. "Not everyone." He held the door open further for them to walk in, and they were shocked to find me standing in the kitchen. I gave a little wave. Natasha was the first one to talk.

"You do know you're about to be classified as a missing person, right?" She asked, I could see concern on Steve's face.

"I'm kind of figuring things out. I've got, what, 24 more hours before they can do that? Whatever. Tony cannot know I'm here." I told them, giving them both accusatory glances.

"Our lips are sealed." Natasha spoke as Steve held his hands up in surrender. Sam had poured me a mug of coffee and I held it to my lips, sipping slowly. I didn't know how long it would be before my next memory kicked in, if it even would. I heard Natasha and Steve talking behind me, but I watched as Sam made breakfast.

It wasn't until I heard Steve call my name that I felt the next surge of pain course through my head. I set the mug on the counter where I was seated, stumbling to find a chair or couch to lie down on. "Sam. Need a couch. Head- hurts." He rushed to my side and I could hear Natasha and Steve's concerned voices before the room around me went dark.

"Onyx Noch'" I heard the man standing above me speak. I was back in the cell in Sokovia. The Doctor and the Winter Soldier had just entered the room. An assistant of some sort followed them behind, wheeling in a machine with a lot of wires attached, and I decided to watch her instead of replying to the doctor.

That earned me a slap across the face from him. "Reply to me, soldat. Is that your name?"

I wouldn't respond. I had gone through months of training and preparation for this. The doctor spoke quickly in Sokovian to his assistant, and she pulled the cart forward. I was yanked from the ground by a cold, metal arm and pushed into the chair behind me.

The assistant approached me, attaching some of the wires to my chest and shoulders, which were now exposed after I had taken my jacket off and wrapped it around the wound on my leg.

"This is your last chance, soldier. Is your name Onyx Noch'?" I grit my teeth in preparation for whatever was to come next, but stayed silent. The doctor moved to the cart, turning a few dials before flipping a switch. I felt the electrical currents rushing through me, causing pain in every part of my body.

I kept silent for a few seconds before I was overwhelmed, I let out a growling sound that ripped its way from my chest. When the shocks stopped, the doctor approached me again. Before he could say anything, though, a soldier appeared in the doorway, saying something in Sokovian to the doctor.

He nodded and turned to the man behind me, the Winter Soldier, and gave him orders before exiting the room. "Don't tell me," I started sarcastically, turning my head to look at the man, "You want to know my name?" He shook his head, as if he was arguing with himself internally. His eyes suddenly went cold and he stepped forward, grabbing the back of my neck and thrusting my head into the tub of water in front of me.

He held me under for what could have been two minutes, but I was struggling to get away. He pulled me back up and my back slammed against the chair. I began coughing up the water that had gotten into my lungs.

"Ready to talk now?" He asked, his hand still on the back of my neck. My body was racking from the coughs I was emitting, but I shook my head.

"I'm not telling you anything." I replied, being interrupted by more coughing. He shrugged, letting me finish my coughing fit before pushing my head back under water.

After the doctor was finished talking with the other man, he reentered the room with a smirk on his face. He signaled for the Soldier to stop just moments before he was about to dunk my head under the water.

I narrowed my eyes at him, shaking my head to move my hair out of my face so I could see better. "I'm not talking." I told him. His face split into a full on grin at my words.

"Of course you are, Ms. Miller." I felt a sharp pain in my head at the name, but my face twisted in confusion as I tried to concentrate on the man in front of me.

"What?" I deadpanned, not sure what he was getting at. I was trained to withstand any torture. I wouldn't give anything up.

"We've found your records, Phoebe." He spoke with a Russian accent. I felt as though someone was breaking down walls in my mind, and trying to take control. "Phoebe Jade Miller." He stated; I felt the walls break down and I responded to the man that woke me up.

"Where am I?" I asked. He laughed, dark and sinister. The last thing I could remember was Major Allen telling me that I needed to report for a mission assignment. If I was awake now, that meant I was being compromised.

"Onyx. Dark, not a day in the light." He read from a paper held in his hand. It was the reactivation code for if I was awoken during a mission. Normally, I would be in a trance for the procedure. No one had tried it while I was conscious.

I could feel sharp pains behind my ears before he spoke again, "Black in the night, lost in sight." He was circling around me now, and I struggled against the cuffs on my wrist as the pain in my head turned splitting.

I glanced around the room. The Winter Soldier was still there. He looked somewhat worried. From what I knew of him, that wasn't possible. Unless he had been awake too long. My thoughts were cut off as the man spoke again, finishing the code. "Red will rise, come due time."

It felt as though my skull had been cracked open with a knife. I could barely catch my breath and I fell out of the chair. It felt as though flood gates had opened in my thoughts. All my missions, every death I had ever caused rushing through my head.

I could vaguely hear the doctor laughing somewhere in the room, and the Winter Soldier began yelling. There was the sound of boots on the ground as he was sedated and taken from the room. I couldn't keep my thoughts straight. The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness was the doctor speaking. "She's of no use to us in this condition. We could just send her back, but I want to know why she's here."


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