Whelp, there's that. I did a thing.
Ec1aire: Aww thanks! I kind of wanted it to be brutal. And my view of HYDRA is that they were ex-Nazi's, a group known for torturing people, putting them in concentration camps, doing just horrible things and I definitely feel that HYDRA would be the same, if not worse. But I'm glad you like it.
Azure83: Yeah, I was just glad it happened in the ER with the nurse standing right there. Libby's gonna need a lot of help. A lot.
DarylDixon'sLover: Bucky and Libby are both victims, but the getting her pregnant would not be planned at this point. And if she did, I would hate to see what happened.
Tiphanie: HYDRA succeeded. They broke her entirely. Libby is a little innocent girl with freedom to be who she wants to be. Olivia is the girl her father wants her to be. Who HYDRA made her to be. The tornado is only starting, and it's about to get worse. Hang on folks, we're on a one-way trip to OZ. And thanks, I was just glad the nurse was right there when it happened. And it was such an adverse reaction too. And I'm sure Olivia will be fine. I actually have a happy ending planned for this one. Or do I? MUAHAHAHA
Enjoy!
I wasn't sure how long I laid there on the concrete. I was cold, the concrete offering no comfort. The semen covering my skin had long dried, making my skin feel tight, dry. I'd stopped crying a while ago, but my body had refused to stop shaking. I felt violated, humiliated, and the look in the Asset's eyes...how it had changed just a fraction haunted me. The door slammed open, making me wince as it echoed around the room.
"Get up. Get dressed." A guard said, standing in the doorway.
I shifted slightly, wincing at the pain ripping through me. Apparently I wasn't moving fast enough because he marched over, yanking me to my feet. He pulled my shirt over my head, yanking my jeans on, and I had just barely enough time to slip my feet into my shoes before I was being yanked down the hallway.
"Where are we going?" I asked, but got no reply.
A blindfold was pulled over my eyes before I was shoved in a car and belted in. I wasn't sure where we went, but we drove for quite a long time. I was nervous, my hands fiddling by my sides. At least they trusted me enough to keep the blindfold on. Maybe they were taking me out somewhere to kill me. Maybe they didn't think I was broken enough, and they were tired of trying.
The car rolled to a stop, three doors opening before mine was and I was tugged from the car. I was blindly led into a building, and down a long hallway that twisted and turned until I was stopped and lifted onto what felt like a hospital bed. The blindfold was pulled off my face and replaced by a gas mask, and I felt myself drifting off, unaware of the world around me.
I woke up in a hospital bed, in a room with a window with bars on the door. The walls were grey and cold. No comfort here at all. I had an IV, and was attached to a heart monitor. But the thing that shocked me the most was how clear my vision was. I was no longer almost completely blind in my right eye. I would even go as far as to say my vision was better in my left eye as well. I wasn't as sore as before, though they could have been giving me painkillers to help with that, and I didn't quite feel like I had sandpaper shoved inside my private area.
The door opened, and a man in a white coat came in.
"Where am I? What happened to me?"
He didn't say anything as he checked my heart rate, writing something down on a clipboard before he grabbed a pen light, shining it into my eyes. He wrote something else down before he tilted the bed back, lifting the blanket off my lap. He pulled on a pair of gloves before reaching between my legs, feeling around. I bit my lip at the intrusion, trying to stay as relaxed as possible. I bit back a scream as he applied pressure to something inside me, my hands gripping the sheets under me.
He withdrew his hand, writing something on the clipboard before turning and leaving.
I wanted to call after him, but I knew there was no use. I wasn't getting an answer.
I sat there for about five minutes before the door opened again, a nurse coming in this time. She pulled on gloves before checking the IV, making sure everything was okay.
"Are you going to talk to me?" I asked, but got nothing in reply. "I guess not." I said, leaning back in the bed.
"We're not supposed to tell you anything. Under strict orders from your father." She said, pulling a tube of liquid from her pocket. She pulled the blanket up, keeping it over my hips. "This may be a little cold." She said, squeezing some of the gel on to her gloved hand.
She reached down between my legs, rubbing the gel all over, including my thighs. It was cold, but it felt nice, tingly.
"It's going to be numb for a while." She said, pulling the blankets back over my legs. "If anything hurts, use this button to call me." She said, moving the clicker on to the side of the bed.
She left without saying anything else, and I was alone in the room again. They didn't even have a TV, books, nothing. So I resorted to staring at the ceiling, counting cracks in the concrete. It couldn't be sterile. There was no sink in the room, nothing but my bed and the monitor. I knew it had to be crawling with guards, so there was no use trying to escape. Plus I didn't even know if I could run, let alone walk very fast.
I felt like a prisoner. They'd feed me, but it was all bland, stale food. I saw the nurse maybe three times a day, and the doctor once when he'd come in, check my vitals, before shoving his hand up my private area. I wasn't entirely sure how long I was there for, the days seeming to blend together in boredom. I wanted to get up and take a walk, but I knew that would be stupid. If they thought I was trying to escape, it could mean a longer stay here.
I didn't see my father, or Rumlow for that matter, but I assumed they were busy. Pretending that nothing was wrong. They weren't part of some secret Nazi organization. And that they had raped and beat an innocent girl multiple times.
The door creaked open, and a guard entered with the nurse. The nurse unhooked the IV, making sure all the wires were off before the guard stepped forward, throwing clothes on the bed.
"Get dressed." Was all he said before he left the room with the nurse.
I hoped this meant we were going home. I got dressed in the jeans and t-shirt, the guard coming in with a wheelchair. He pushed me down in it, tying a blindfold around my eyes before he pushed me from the room, making his way through the maze of hallways again before I was met with outside air. I was lifted into a car and strapped in, the guard getting in beside me before the car took off, driving away from wherever I'd spent the past couple days.
We drove for a while before the guard pulled the blindfold off. I squinted, blinded slightly by the sun after being in a dark room for days. We were driving through the city, passing by the Lincoln Memorial. We drove for quite a while still, before we got off on a ramp, driving to a large building sitting on the edge of the Potomac. The guards got out, one of them giving me shoes before we walked to the building.
I felt severely under dressed as we walked up to the secretary's desk.
"Olivia Pierce needs a visitor's badge." One guard said. "Her father's expecting her."
"Of course." The secretary said, typing something on the computer before handing a badge to one of the guards. He clipped it to my shirt before leading me to a glass elevator, taking us up a few dozen storeys.
We walked out, the guards leading me to a door before one opened it, pushing me through. My father sat at a desk, a big wall of windows behind him.
"What is this place?" I asked, stopping a few feet from his desk.
"Ah, Libby. So glad to see you up and walking again." He said, getting up and walking towards me. "Look at you." He cupped my face. "You look so much better, Libby."
"Olivia." I said, keeping my gaze hard. "My name's Olivia. Libby is dead. That's what you wanted after all, isn't it? Break me from my free will, taking away my individuality."
He smirked a little, running a hand over my hair. "You are a smart girl, Olivia. A hard headed, willful, free spirited child. And all we wanted was a little cooperation. And we knew we weren't getting that unless we broke your willful spirit. Granted, it took a little more than I had hoped, but yet, here you are. A perfect model for the future."
"What future?"
"Our future. The world's future."
"You never answered my question. What is this place."
"This is SHIELD. Strategic Homeland Intervention and Enforcement Logistics Division. Mouthful, I know. They protect the innocent from threats, including the Invasion of New York. They were behind the Avengers."
"And you work for them." I said, crossing my arms."
"I work for the World Security Council who oversees SHIELD."
"Great." I said, blinking, trying to get used to seeing with both eyes again. "What the hell did you have done to me?"
"I had you cleaned up. Fixed a few minor problems." He walked back to his desk, pushing a button on the keyboard. "You have a few days to heal, so I want you to go home, sit back and relax." The door to his office opened and my favorite person walked in. "Watch the world change from the outside."
Rumlow grabbed my arm, tugging me from the office. We walked out, passing a tall, blonde man in a blue and silver suit walking towards my father's office. My eyes widened slightly as I quickly recognized who he was. I turned back slightly, looking at him and found him doing the same. His brow furrowed just slightly and I cured my over expressive eyes, surely showing desperation. Rumlow tugged my arm, making me turn back around.
"Make sure she gets home." Rumlow said to one of the guards before he turned back around, heading in a different direction.
I turned back, before the elevator arrived, but Captain America had disappeared into my father's office. My heart was still pounding after being in such close proximity with the icon, even if it was just in passing. I felt something rise up inside me, even if it was just a minuscule feeling at the look on his face when he'd seen me. Was it hope? Was that what I was feeling? Was I capable of feeling that again? Maybe I wasn't as dead inside as I thought.