(Memory on screen)
Anya stood breathing heavily small puffs of air rising and falling from her lips. The snow was falling hard over the terrain in the woods where she was training. She was angry, she was fuming, and she wanted to beat the shit out of something.
"Finish it." Bucky said coldly standing across the expanse of space watching her.
"I won't." she replied holding the knife carefully in her grip at her side. She'd made a hard move knocking him off her body before breaking his hold. She'd thrown him off, which didn't happen often, and he was telling her to take it. She had to learn to take the kill shots. She was always hesitant.
"Do it!" he yelled angrily. She would get killed if she didn't stop hesitating. Training or not, she'd die.
"NO!" she snapped throwing the knife in the dirt. It stuck near her boot. "I'm not going to hurt you." She narrowed her eyes.
"Punish her." A voice spoke in both their ears. Training almost always ensured that they'd get a hearing piece connecting them back to the base in their ears. They watched them train.
"Don't….Soldat…Don't let them make you." She took a hesitant back clenching and unclenching her fists.
Bucky came at her; at first he started with a slow walk, but in the next seconds that followed he picked up in a run. She tensed knowing that there was no sense in running from him, he'd take her down with her back to him, her only hope was to take him head on. Sucking in a breath she braced and he caught her wrapping his arms around her middle throwing her full force into the ground. She hit, her back aching, and the breath left her lungs. Bucky locked his legs over her slamming his flesh hand over her shoulder to keep her down, and reared his metal arm back. It always ended like this, him slamming that arm into her face, breaking something. Not today she thought. Not today, not again. She was stronger now. The metal in her bones would help.
She bucked against his body pressing down over hers and struggled as the first punch rained over her cheek. Her vision exploded going black as another hit came down. Stars. She saw stars literally dancing as she struggled to stay awake. Fight. Fight back, her brain cried out. She panicked and the adrenaline forced a heavy wave of strength through her. When the third punch came she felt blood dripping down her cheek. She could take it. She caught the fourth punch solidly narrowing her eyes staring up at Bucky.
"You're better than this." She ground out squeezing her hand around his metal one. There was a crack in a finger underneath of hers. Shock registered in his eyes at the sudden intensity of her anger. She jutted her knee up driving it into the base of his spine. He jerked and it was enough. Anya threw his arm sideways countering his weight, unsettling him, and she bucked him off. In the process she rolled to the side and crouched ready for his attack.
"Terminate training." Someone said in the earpiece. "Subject is aware." She ground her teeth together. They were going to take her back to confinement. They would hook her up to that machine. She desperately caught Bucky as he lunged at her again.
"Don't let them take this away from you." She seethed out as she struggled under him. He would take her down. She flexed trying to use the metal in her bones to recoil the strength and combat his own. He had her trapped under his body again as a new rain of physical pain exploded. He was always stronger.
"Terminate training now!" the earpiece screeched as he slammed his fists into her face multiple times. She coughed wheezing.
"Stand down!" someone yelled approaching them. There was a gun raised aimed at his back. Then more footsteps fell across the earth padding towards them. Men in gear surrounded them.
"That's enough." Pierce mouthed standing amongst the ranks. "Stand down." Bucky paused hand shaking in the air inches from her face. Blood trickled over her head, down her nose, and over her lips. Peirce glanced around Bucky coming closer sighing. He made a clicking sound with the back of his tongue.
"Now come on, you've ruined her. This will take weeks to heal." He threw an arm up. Bucky straightened climbing off her to stand up looking down.
"Punishment enough?" he mouthed to the man.
"I think it's punishment enough yes…and then some. Let's go. Inside." he shook his head having the men move around Bucky to escort him in.
Peirce came closer to stop and stand over Anya staring down at her. She'd yet to get up. She hurt.
"What will we do with you? You know, every time I get him the way I need him, you step up and mess with his head. It's about time we do something about that. I didn't want it to come to this." He smiled gently leaning down over her. He knelt to her level reaching to move strands of hair from the blood at her face.
"What you're doing to us…it will fail eventually." She laughed out. She coughed from the strain on her jaw. He made a face letting his fingers trail down her throat before grabbing her there.
"You will submit. From this point on you will do as I say." His fingers played over the base of her skull now. "We didn't put this here for fun. You're going to find out what it's like to forget who you are and where you are…we're going to wipe you much more efficiently than him." He smirked. Anya's eyes widened, she made to move, but she heard the clink of a gun being leveled at her position.
"I wouldn't do that." He told her. He started to stand up again. Before he turned to leave he glanced back down at her one more time.
"When you wake up, it will be him who pays for what you've done. You're going to hurt him this time…and you won't even remember who he is."
(End of Memory)
Clint was very glad the drug they'd given Anya had kept her under. He wasn't sure he could deal with the aftermath of that memory in particular and what it would have done to her being awake. He watched Tony who sat in the chair nearest the computer rubbing his chin. What were either of them to do with that memory. The screen had gone black but flashes were playing on and off like a hazy screen out of focus through white static. She twitched in her sleep and the screen started to come back into focus. Tony started to get up to turn it off but Clint stilled his hand off the button.
"Wait." He said staring at the screen.
(Memory on Screen)
Anya stood over Bucky holding a fistful of his hair. She bent over him getting very clearly in his face.
"Punish him." A voice said from across the room. She reached forward and placed two fingers under the hem of his black beater at the shoulder. Before there was a reaction she dug her fingers very carefully into the juncture where his skin met the metal arm. She dug deep and hard. He grunted between his teeth keeping his lips sealed tightly.
Someone laughed from across the room.
(End of Memory)
The screen went black. Anya made a noise in her haze jerking at the chair starting to wake up.
"No…" she slurred. "No don't make me…." Tony and Clint grabbed her arms to hold her down as she struggled.
"This was a horrible idea Tony."
"I know." He strained holding her as she started screaming. "Jarvis! Call Anya's psychologist!"
"Very well sir."