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A/N: OMG! I'm SO SO SO SUPER SORRY that I didn't update yesterday! I had a party going and... well, you know the drill. Either way, I'm changing my pattern and will update not tomorrow, but the day after, ok? I'm really sorry though!

Anyway, enjoy chapter 30! :3

Ow.

Ow.

Ow.

Ow- wait, what?

Everything hurts. And when I say everything, I mean everything. I can't even remember why I'm hurting.. well, everywhere.

I'm kicking underneath some invisible force. It's like I'm in...cryo?!

No. No, no, no. It can't be. Am I in HYDRA again? Have they taken me, most likely somewhat bruised from I don't know what, and just stuffed me into a fucking fridge again?!

Oh no. I don't want that to be my fate.

Inside, my mind feels like it's on fire and my throat feels like I'm screaming. But I can't be. I'm in some stupid tank again, yet my throat and mind are burning with the same power.

My eyes feel like they're only loosely draped over my eyes, and I could open them any time.

So I do.

I'm in a semi-dark room. Clinical machines beeping. Doctors hurriedly shouting. So I am in HYDRA again. They're fixing me up until they find better use of me. Just. Fucking. Great.

Suddenly, a scream flies through me, out of my throat, and a thrumming pain is laced in my abdomen, like ten thousand knots. What did I do?

The blurred shouts of doctors form words such as 'not stable' and 'anaesthetic, stat' and 'inform Mr Rogers and Barnes'...

Wait a second. Those names sound eerily familiar. What was it again? A car brand? No. Think, Charlotte, think! Cats? Two men? Yes! Two men! Two men called Mr Rogers... Rogers, Rogers, Rogers... Steve! That's my friend! The Captain America guy! And he's like a giant puppy now, right? And 'Barnes'... who was that again?

Suddenly, everything feels an awful lot cooler. Like my cryogenic tank. Or Winter.

Winter. The Winter Soldier... An asset from HYDRA... I've worked with him before... I knew his real name. Wasn't his real name... Bucky?

Bucky! Bucky Barnes! My friends!

I'm remembering again. They didn't wipe me, did they? It is painful to remember where I saw Steve and Bucky last, but it's even more painful to think that I probably won't be able to ask them. I choke back the dreaded tears.

In a flash, all my limbs feel numb again. I must've thrashed around, considering they're binding me down now. My anxiety is kicking up again, and now I'm hyperventilating. I can hear faint, yet erratic beeps from some monitor, and I figure it must be a monitor for heart rates, considering my heart is currently speeding off like a Lamborghini.

Suddenly, my eyelids feel a lot heavier, like they're laden with lead, and my brain is shutting itself down.

And then, my swirling emotions black out and I'm surrounded by darkness again.

I opened my trembling eyelids.

Then closed them again because some light is blinding me to hell.

I blinked for a few times before my blue orbs finally adjusted to the light. Then, I had a chance to check my surroundings.

Well, now I was certain I wasn't in HYDRA, considering I was not in a tank filled with liquid nitrogen. But... where was I?

The room was simple, but beautifully decorated. The walls were sky blue and there were fluffy emerald carpets on the ground. There were white vases stuffed with blood-red roses and ivory leather chairs to surround my bed.

I wasn't dead, was I? Well, I was breathing, and I wasn't walking on clouds (so far), so I couldn't be dead.

I hope.

My anxiety flooded my blood again, clouding my thoughts with more frequent questions, such as where I was, who seemed to have fixed me and where I could find people to disconnect myself from this terrifying isolation. I can't exactly think straight whenever I'm alone in a room seemingly out of this world.

I began checking things around me with more frequency. There were heart monitors, and I disconnected that needle, considering I did not need to hear shrill beeps to acknowledge my racing heart.

Soon, I was sitting up, no matter how dizzying it may have been, and saw one of the shutters, most likely leading to a window, had been closed off. I limped - no, basically stumbled - towards it, reaching my now silver hand out to open it.

Outside, it was.. quite a sight.

Everything was covered in thick blankets of snow, the scenery like an empty canvas. The only thing which had a stark contrast to the scene before my eyes were the dark brown bark trunks of trees. Nothing else, not even a proper horizon, stood out, just the trees. In some way, it looked comforting.

Suddenly, I had a feeling of a presence behind me. It was a comforting presence, yet an aura of mystery oozed towards me in great swirls. Did I recognise this person?

"Charlotte!"

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