AN: Here's the next update, I've kinda skipped passed the Avengers finding her location, because I figured that if I had found it boring writing it, the chances are that you won't read it. Also, I'm sorry it's so late, but I had family stuff to deal with.

Don't own anything apart from my OC, if I did though, I would be rolling in money.

P.S. I forgot to mention that someone recognisable from Captain America will be in this.

Warnings: Swearing and violence is all I can think of.

Chapter 7

Petrelli came around to a soft, repetitive slap on her cheek and a slightly gravelly voice repeatedly muttering 'come on kid, wake up' in an accent that sounded both American and Russian at the same time. She groaned, coughing slightly as she forced her eyes open a crack. A man, who couldn't have been much older than her came into focus, his brown hair brushed his forehead slightly as he crouched above her
"Welcome back kid." He smiled weakly "Now I know it may be difficult but I need you to tell me your name."
He hauled her into a more comfortable sitting position and put his hand on her shoulder, tipping her back slightly
"Megan Petrelli, and before you ask I'm thirty and you are currently holding up no fingers."
"I'm actually quite surprised that you remember anything with the knock to the head you've had."
He gently brushed the cut on her forehead with calloused fingers, making her flinch
"Surface wound, I've had much worse."
He gave a minute nod and rocked back onto the heels of his feet, a loud jangling coming from the chain fastened securely around his ankle. She shifted slightly, groaning at the tight, stiff feeling in her body and she glanced around the cell she was currently in, seeing that there was nothing else but dust, damp and the stranger in here with her
"Have you seen my Brother?"
"Brother?"
"Yeah, dark brown hair that hangs in his face, looks a little bit like me?"
She motioned wildly at herself and the stranger seemed to think for a minute before shook his head and looked towards the door, jaw tightening
"I never saw anyone else when they dragged you in here." His eyes settled on her again "I'm sorry."
"Nothin' to be sorry for mate, if you didn't see him, you didn't see him."
She leaned her head back against the cold, slightly damp wall, and the stranger seemed guilty that he couldn't help her. The silence was comfortable for a moment
"Petrelli is an odd name."
"It's Italian." She looked him up and down "you got a name?"
He chuckled dryly
"Not one that I remember, I think my old one began with a 'B'."
"That really narrows it down then."
"Yeah."
The conversation paused briefly when they heard footsteps tapping loudly against the metal ground outside the cell door, slowing slightly outside before picking up pace again and moving away, she whispered when he was gone
"What did you do to be down here?"
The man's eyes went dark, sorrow and regret clouding them
"You wouldn't trust me after I told you."
"No offence mate, but I don't really trust you now."
He puffed out a quick breath that sounded suspiciously close to a snort
"I used to be one of their top assassins...known as the Winter Soldier." He looked up to gauge her reaction but she just motioned for him to continue. He bowed his head "I had woken in one of their secret facilities in Russia, with no memory of who I was and this dammed thing." He tapped his arm, which Petrelli had only just realised was made of a dull, silver metal " They gave me an order and I did what they asked of me without question, regardless of what it was, then once I had done my job, they would cryogenically freeze me. It continued like this for, I'd say seventy, if not more, years until my last mission, where I remembered something. It was odd really, when they took me round from the cryogenic freezing I heard one of the men calling me a... Jerk, I think it was, and it was like I was hearing someone else's voice speaking me, it just felt so vivid, that I'm sure it was a memory, it had to be..."
He cringed
"I'm sorry but I...I don't think I want to talk about this anymore."
She smiled weakly at him
"It alright, I completely understand."
She stared at the heavy looking metal door to their cell, to the chain around the man's leg and at last settling on the man's metal arm
"How much weight can you shift with that arm?"
He looked at her in surprise then down at his metal arm
"About a tonne, why?"
"Ever thought of trying to shift that door?"
"Why? There's no reason for me to try."
"Well there is now."
She hauled herself to her feet with great difficulty, clapping his shoulder lightly before leaning against the wall for support. She held out her hand towards the chain on his ankle, closing her eyes and concentrating on the lock, picking it with her mind, trying to move the correct pieces of the lock in the right way. It snapped as it fell to the floor and the man stared at her in awe, she just winked and tapped the side of her nose
"You have your tricks, I have mine."
His lip twitched against his will
"Come on then Frostbite, we need to find my brother."
He raised his eyebrow at the nickname but didn't say anything as he slowly rose to his feet, placing his hands on the ground for support. At full height he was around an inch taller than she was, and you could tell by the way that he held himself why he had the 'Soldier' in his name. He walked with heavy, even strides over to the door and planted his metal hand on it, testing its strength
"Can you do it?"
She managed to pull herself away from the wall, her weary bones protesting strongly but she forced herself to struggle over to him. He smirked, a small dimple appearing on his face
"Piece of cake."
He shouldered the door hard, denting the metal heavily, before going at it again. He did this a total of nine times, Petrelli should know because she counted, before the door gave way and fell to the ground with a heavy thud that echoed through the surprisingly empty of guards corridors. He stepped out and glanced both ways down the hall before apparently deeming it safe
"Will you be able to walk, or do you need help?"
She waved her hand in a dismissive manner
"I'll manage."
He nodded before turning left. Petrelli gave a perplexed look
"What makes you think that he's not the other way?"
"The exit is this way, if I didn't see him getting dragged past, or hear any other guards down here at the time then it's highly likely that he's in one of the cells to the left and not the right."
She looked impressed for all of two seconds

"You could have said 'Just trust me on this one' and I would have gone with it."

He rolled his eyes before setting off down the corridor, treading lightly and slightly slower than the pace he would normally set for Petrelli's benefit, who was still having a hard time moving at all, holding one hand to her bruised side while the other was placed on the slightly wet from condensation walls. He looked through the names of the prisoners trapped within the cells that were written in barely legible writing on the screens outside the doors, but only after hacking the lock code that came up on the screen

"What did you say his name was?"

"Peter, Peter Petrelli."

She came up beside him, still holding her battered and bruised sides. He looked at her in concern

"You're not looking too good."

"You wouldn't either if you'd taken the walloping I've had."

She scowled at him, looking down at the too blurry names on the screen. He pointed to one of them

"Here. One Peter Petrelli."

"Didn't expect villains to have such a sophisticated system."

He snorted, clearly ignoring her, before looking at the other names

"None of these people are still alive."

"How would you know?"

"I killed them."

He replied bluntly causing a small alarm bell to go off in Petrelli's head, but she shook it away

"Can you get him out?"

"This door seems to be more heavily monitored, but I can't really understand why. I mean, we are surely more dangerous together than one man."

Petrelli thought about it, confused herself, until it finally started to dawn on her

"Of course...They knew that if we escaped, I wouldn't leave my brother."

The loud scream of a warning siren accompanied her revolution, coupled with the loud shouts of Russians and the thundering of many, many boots.

AN: Bam Bam Baaaaam... Cliffhanger! Or my attempt at one anyway. So let me know how I did by Reviewing. Thanks for reading.