Wow I made Rumlow one sick mother fucker. I am such a genius.

DarylDixon'sLover: That he is, my dear. That he is. Don't worry. He'll get what's coming to him...eventually.

Sage: Yeah, I got tired of reading romantic Winter Soldier fanfics where he's still with HYDRA, so I just wrote one myself. I'm planning to go through TWS, and maybe Civil War eventually, so he's going to change into Bucky, though when the actual romance will start is debatable. Probably not until before Civil War, or maybe after.

Tiphanie: Well, that was descriptive. I'll have to keep that in mind...Anyways, yes, they're all a bunch of bastards who deserve to die a painful death. Libby will be very lucky if she gets out alive, much less with her sanity. But don't worry, Rumlow will get what's coming to him eventually.

Troo: I got an idea going, and I'm not stopping until it's worn out. Things are gonna get dark, and intense and probably a little sickening because I am not a nice person. But Rumlow will get it eventually. Eventually being the key word there.

Enjoy!

I was coming in and out of consciousness. I couldn't feel anything, the pain completely gone. I was aware of people standing over me, talking. But I couldn't make out words. They were all mushed together, my brain not able to make sense of it before I was unconscious again.

I was laying down on a bed, feeling like I was floating on a cloud. After everything I'd been through in the past couple of days, I felt like crying from how it felt being in bed. I sighed, but the relief didn't last long. There was a deep throbbing in my arm and my leg, and a steady pulse in my head. I groaned, shifting slightly, but regretted it when I moved my shoulder. My lips were dry and my mouth felt like cotton. I tried to wet my lips, get some saliva built up when a straw pushed itself past my lips. I didn't care that the water was probably drugged. I was so thirsty.

I whined a little when it was pulled away, a soft chuckle meeting my ears.

"Careful, Princess. Don't drink too much."

I groaned a little. Okay, it was nice while it lasted. I cracked my eyes open, a familiar ceiling over my head. It was blurry, but I knew exactly where we were. I turned my head, seeing Rumlow sitting on my left, flipping through a magazine. I kept blinking, trying to clear my right eye, but it was blurry, and I could only see shapes.

"I don't know how you women read this stuff." He said, flipping a magazine page dramatically. "Or why you would take their fashion advice." Says the man who lives in black fatigues apparently. "Anyways." He sighed, closing the magazine and putting it on the nightstand before leaning forward in his seat. "Legally blind in right eye from a detached retina, completely severed ligaments of left shoulder, infected cuts on back of left arm with gravel still present, shattered right ankle and one massive concussion. And you still have the nerve to glare at me like I'm the scum of the Earth." Well you are. "You are a tough kid, I gotta say. You get that from your old man." He lifted the glass of water again, putting the straw up to my lips. He watched me drink, his head tilted slightly as he stared at my lips. It was unnerving, but I was thirsty and sore. "Your daddy had you brought back here after the docs patched you up. Thought you'd heal faster in a familiar place. That, and the old bank's not entirely sanitary. Don't need you getting more infected than you already are. The engineers are working on the eyesight problem, and the rest just need time to heal. Time we'll be spending together."

I couldn't help the groan that came out. I didn't want to spend more time with him. I didn't want to spend any time with him period. I knew what his plan was, and the faster I healed, the sooner it would come.

He smirked at me, and I cursed my overly expressive face. "You know it'll happen. I could take you now and you couldn't do anything about it. But you don't look up to it, and I don't want to risk you passing out before the good part. You had a pretty nasty head wound. Granted, I didn't really help that much, but you're here, and aware. Well, to a point. Are you hungry? I can have food brought in. Your housekeeper...what's her name? Renata? She's been wonderfully accommodating."

"Don't you dare hurt her." I said, glaring at him as best I could.

"Oh, don't worry. We filled her in on your accident on your way home from a trip to visit your sister. She's been making sure both you, and your security guard are well taken care of. She makes wonderful chicken soup. Would you like some? I'm sure you're hungry after everything." He stood up, walking around the bed towards the door. He stopped on my right side, leaning down and taking my chin in his hand. "We've got a lot more to talk about when I get back, princess."

Being spoon fed chicken soup by Brock Rumlow was humiliating, to say the least. He insisted on helping me, despite the fact that I was very capable of doing it myself. I had a feeling he just wanted me to be as uncomfortable as possible. He even blew on the soup to cool it before he fed me. At least he wasn't making airplane noises.

"I see you're being well taken care of." I choked a little when I heard my father's voice. Some of the soup dribbled down my chin and Rumlow grabbed a napkin, wiping it up.

"I don't want her straining herself." Rumlow said, offering me more, but I shook my head. Both him, and my father shared a smirk before they were staring at me again.

"I'm sorry for my absence, but I've been busy at work. The doctors have filled me in on your progress. Rumlow and his team will be gone next week on business, but I'll have other security detail in place while he's gone."

I didn't want to think about what kind of business they would be doing.

"Don't miss me too much, sweetheart." Rumlow said, smirking.

"Can't imagine it." I said, leaning back against my pillows.

"There's the sass I've been looking for." My father said. "Looks like it will be a quick recovery after all." I knew there was hidden meaning in those words, and Rumlow knew it as well.

I wasn't sure why they were bothering to patch me up. They were just going to beat me up, hurt me again. But I guess that was just part of the plan. It's no fun breaking already broken toys further. New, shiny ones were always more fun to play with. And to break.

My dad walked over to my bedside, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'll be back to check on you in a couple hours." He said before leaving me alone with Rumlow again.

"He's such a good, caring father." Rumlow said, leaning back in his seat. "Went through all that trouble when he found out you were missing. Sent out only the best to go and get you."

I gulped a little, thinking back about the Asset. How he'd almost protected me from Rumlow. He'd seen that Rumlow was hurting me, and pulled him away. It didn't make sense to me, why he would beat me up like that, and then protect me. Unless it was some kind of messed up HYDRA pact. I beat her up first, so she's mine. However that worked.

"Don't worry about your friend the Asset. He's being well taken care of. In fact, he probably doesn't remember you exist."

"What?"

"How do you think we got him so well trained? No one with their own free will would act like that. So we took it away. And we keep taking it away. He's nothing more than a dog, trained to do what he's told, and only that. He doesn't think for himself, and when he starts to, we take that away. Remind him he's a soldier. He fights for us. He gets what we want done, and he'll do it by whatever means necessary. I heard he got a little twitchy when he heard you screaming. Broke one of the doctor's wrists. Crushed it, was more like it. They had to restrain him, nearly shot him. So they took him back, broke him. Started off new. Fresh. Like he should be. With no feeling to get in the way."

I don't know why it made me a little sad. Not just because of the horrible things they'd probably done to him to make him forget. It made me a little nervous at what they were capable of doing when they talked about breaking me. I already knew part of the plan, but knowing them, it was far deeper than that. But the thought that the Asset had been tortured because he'd shown emotion because I was being hurt...it made me sad. And the idea that he wouldn't remember me, made me a little disappointed. And I wasn't sure exactly why.