Chapter Nine: Watch the World Burn

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The sanctuary, what is that suppose to mean, the word rings some distant piece in my memory but I can directly pinpoint it or what it means. The lack of knowledge is really starting to grin on my gears in the worst possible way. Bucky and I are about to head out, taking supplies from the base and are planning on heading to the cargo ships.

That seems so familiar to me...

Once before I did that, I can recall a bed, me underneath, pressed close to the wooden boards and the ruff bumps from the water. It was a long ride... A ride to, I can't remember where but it was far away, busy. Lively with people and so many signs, cars, and advertisements. I was running, running fro HYDRA I believe but that didn't sit right with me.

Something's missing between the gap in my memory. It'll come to me eventually but I don't need to know it right this minute, I've still got time to spare and besides, there are still memories that I don't have in my brain. Where is she? The Black Widow I mean, since she's my mom, from what I know, shouldn't she be here, looking for me?

Maybe she is...

A piece of me chimes in but without a counter response I move on, grabbing the backpack with clothing I head down the hallway, hiding the note I found from him, I'm not sure why I have it hidden from Bucky but something just tells me I should. Just as I reach the living room an odd sound, a loud, rumbling sort of noise clatters about the house, on the earth's surface.

Bucky rises to his feet, looking so intensly at the ceiling that you'd think he could see right through the roof, dirt, and rocks to the surface above. He steps from the room and reaches for the doorknob.

"You stay here, I'll go up and investigate," Bucky tell me and I'm sure he can see the scowl falling over my face. How come he gets to go while I stay here and watch the base like a good little ladies from the 40's who can't protect herself. I can take care of myself just fine, I've been doing it for years.

"Why should I? I have as much right to go see what's going on up there as you do."

He glares at me, brown eyes blazing with fury. "Because I said so, you are slower, and weaker then I am. You're more of a liability then an asset. You'll only get in the way, so stay here."

Without another word he pulls back the door and exits out, placing the slamming the door loudly, as if that will keep me in. How dare he say that to me!? A liability? Me. I speak at least twenty different languages and am trained extensively in a multitude of hand to hand combat including karate, Tie Kwan Dow, Jujitsu, and many other forms of combat methods.

I'm incredibly agile and can dodge a bullet coming at me at point blank range, only one bullet of course, but still. An assassin is a liability, I think he has lost all his senses. All frustrations aside, I need to know what's going on at the surface even if it mean denying the Winter Solder himself. Reaching for the door I realize the sound above has ceased.

A bad feeling washes over me, something's wrong.

Bang! The loud noise stuns me for a moment until only a second later my composure is regained, that was from the surface. A distraction—! Suddenly it dawns on me, a newer HYDRA strategy put in play after I was held in custody at some... It was a... I can't remember exactly, it's one of those memories at the tip of my tongue but slip away whenever I reach for them.

In an instant I spin around to find Sergei standing there, face emotionless. Backing up I reach into my belt and pull my daggers free of their sheathing and prepare to fight him.

"Ruark isn't here if that's what you're thinking," he says as if it even matters to me. He's the enemy that will in the end take me back to that man in the first place but by the look in his eyes there something more going on.

"Doesn't matter."

"Yes," he nods, "It does, a man even higher up then my commander Ruark wants to see you, so either you can come willingly or I can take you by force."

Force sounds better. I lunge forward, knife raised. He ducks, thinking I'm going to try something as futile as stabbing. Bringing my knee up it collides into his face and he howls out in pain and looks up, left eye splashed in blood. Must have popped a vein in the eye.

Swing my leg out, I knock his feet out from under him sending him to the ground. As he attempts to get up I pull out my pistol and fire, hitting him in the calf.

"Argh!" he groans, trying to crawl away from me. Slamming my foot down on his injured leg I lean over him, releasing his foot as I flip him onto his back. Planting my foot firmly on his chest I have him pushed against the ground, unable to escape as I have the pistol aimed at his head.

"Who wants to see me, the Red Skull, Ruark's dad, is that who!?"

"No," he growls out, looking at me through one open eyes while the other squeezes shut as if that will stop the pain that he's most likely feeling.

"Y-you met him once, you were only five years old and he wanted to meet the great prodigy of the KGB, Red Room, and HYDRA. You were his ace in the hole,
you were mostly used for mission that he, the higher up assigned, all the mission you went on that were assigned by Ruark happened after you turned sixteen there were a few that happened when you were nine but I doubt you remember that."

"I don't remember that!" I shout, pressing my foot down on his chest even harder. "Why is that!? How come I don't remember!"

"H-HYDRA wiped you memory, every eight years your memories were wiped, so twice, once when you were eight and again when you were sixteen."

"Why, why would they wipe my memories, what could HYDRA possibly gain from doing so?" I press, craving more answers. I need to know why, what did I do?

He laughs. "You would crumble under the wight of guilt as well as when you got older you'd understand the mission much better and know what is is you actually did and we couldn't risk you betraying HYDRA."

"And look where we're standing now!"

"I am not the one to blame child besides," Sergei stops and a new, male voice behind me speaks.

"You're not the picture of innocence either child, you've done a lot of awful things. Things HYDRA was kind enough to spare you from, you may want to acknowledge all the good we've done for you."

Suddenly Sergei jams a needle with weird neon green liquid into my calf and quickly injects the liquid and suddenly everything begins to spin our of focus. Even with all this considered, all I can think about is what horrible things could HYDRA have made me do that I was forced to forget? I fall forward but darkness surrounds me before I can feel the pain from the impact.