Chapter 51- Stolen and Drink Preferences
Diana sat in the chair listlessly as the soldier touched her face gently with his flesh hand. His hand was callused, but gentle as he caressed her face tenderly and gently rubbed the sore spot on her temples that the machine had touched as it fried her brain. She whimpered softly as his fingers touched the sore spot again and tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Don't cry, doll," he whispered gruffly as he touched his lips to her forehead, down her nose, and then her lips in a mind-numbing kiss.
"Soldat, remove that from her finger," a man with a heavy foreign accent barked sharply, interrupting the gentle pecks to her chapped lips. What was being removed? Diana felt her arm being released from the restraint and her fingers flattening. Something cold was being removed from her finger and she stared morosely as the soldier gave the man behind him a gold ring with a single diamond in it.
"Please, don't. Let me have the ring," Diana begged as the soldier kissed inside her wrist.
"You are marrying the Soldat. You have no need of it," the man said, grabbing a huge handful of her hair and forcing her to look at the soldier.
"Please, don't," Diana begged again as her eyes met the soldier's. His eyes softened somewhat, before dealing a harsh, open-handed slap across her mouth. Before she knew what was happening her mouth was being forced open and the mouth guard shoved in. They made her take this every time they wiped her mind. Belatedly, she realized they were going to wipe the memory of the ring from her mind. Diana screamed as the machine shot electrical bolts into her brain, making her feel as if her brain was on fire and turning it to mush. Quickly the agony was over and the soldier's mouth was caressing her mouth gently. Tears came to her eyes as he tenderly pressed open-mouthed kisses from her lips to her ears and back to her lips, nibbling gently on her full bottom lip. He had recently started to kiss and nip her ears as he claimed he had discovered her ears after kissing the soft spot beneath her left ear.
Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Stop crying, doll. They will hurt you if they see you crying," the soldier's soft whisper rumbled against her ear as he nipped her earlobe gently.
"Please. I want to go home. Please, let me go," Diana begged before openly starting to sob.
The soldier gently pressed his lips to hers, stifling her protests. His flesh hand stroked her dirty hair. Diana had lost track of the last time she had washed her hair, but the soldier didn't seem to care that her hair was stringy and greasy as he couldn't seem to stop stroking her hair as if she were a cat every time he kissed her. The man with the accent spoke to the soldier and the soldier stepped away from her as a doctor with a syringe came to her. He wiped a spot on her collarbone and pushed a bright blue liquid into her. A cry of pain escaped her lips as the liquid hit her nerves and veins. Diana felt herself black out as she received another shot, this time to one of the veins in her arm after the soldier kissed a spot on her wrist.
Diana felt herself waking up to being gently carried, bridal-style. She raised her head from a muscular shoulder to look up at the soldier. "What-?" Diana asked. The soldier looked at her.
"Go back to sleep, doll," the soldier ordered, brushing his lips across her scalp.
"Where are you taking me?" Diana asked as she laid her head back on his shoulder like he had asked. Diana loved obeying the soldier now. If he ordered her to sleep, she would. She found out that he hated slapping her as he always said he was sorry after his superior left the room.
"Commissary. Karpov says you need to eat before we continue with your next injection," the soldier said, his voice vibrating through her. Diana ran her fingers over his metal shoulder, wanting to kiss him. So far he had been starting all the kisses or ordering her to kiss him. She wondered if he would be mad if she started the kiss this time.
"Can I kiss you? You have been starting all the kisses," Diana said, moving her hand from his shoulder to touch his stubbled face and played with his shoulder-length hair. A surprised, happy look entered his eyes.
"You want to kiss me?" the soldier asked, pulling her face up so her mouth was a few torturous inches from his lips. Diana nodded as she pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss. The soldier kissed her, his lips caressing her lips gently, the stubble on his lips and face, rubbing against her face. Diana broke the kiss and looked into his beautiful eyes. She wished she could say that she loved him, but something didn't feel right in saying the words. Before she knew what was happening, he pressed his mouth to her lips in gentle pecks. She kissed him back, all objections to kissing him, leaving her head as he explored her mouth and she explored his. They broke apart for air and Diana rested her head back on the soldier's shoulder, rubbing the strands of his dark brown hair gently between her fingers, feeling content that she had kissed him and he was allowing her to play with his hair
Diana felt herself drift off as the soldier entered the commissary and he settled her on his lap. He forced bites of food into her mouth and gently kept kissing her awake with gentle pecks to her mouth, nose, cheeks, eyelids, and forehead. When she finished the last bite, the soldier picked her up, bridal-style, and carried her back to the room the chair was in. Diana felt incredibly sleepy as the soldier kissed her wrists and the doctors pushed the serums into the veins in her arms and neck. The pain was soon to start and she screamed in agony as the serum touched her veins and blood. This time the soldier held her hand with his metal hand, his mouth latched onto the soft skin inside her wrist and kissing her palm and each finger.
"What is your name?" The soldier asked, stroking her cheek gently, wiping away tears that leaked out of her eyes with the pad of his thumb.
"Diana Mackenzie," Diana said lethargically as the soldier caressed her face with his warm palm. He moved his hand up to her hairline. She flinched as he touched the sore spot on her temple
"No. It's Dyana. I will call you Dianka," the soldier said, stroking her hair.
"My name is Dyana and you are calling me Dianka," Diana said, feeling half-awake and feeling like she had downed truth serum as they kept pumping drugs into her body and the soldier kept his lips on hers or kissing her hand or inside her wrist, claiming that her hands or wrists were very soft.
Diana woke up, raising her face from James's shoulder. Her husband was sound asleep, looking much younger than what Steve had said his age was. Diana had always felt safe in his arms. And she had just had a dream, confirming what he had said about the engagement ring she had been wearing that Karpov had forced him to remove and the day James had given her a Russian name. Now that both had gotten enough of their memories back, James had all but stopped calling her Dianka. He called her Diana like he had always called their daughter Elizabeth. The day she had come back into their lives James had said that they would never call her by the Russian name HYDRA and the Red Room had given her. Everyone else could call her that, but they wouldn't. As always, Diana had obeyed James's wish. The drugs and shocks had permanently, affected her brain where disobeying her husband was never part of the equation.
Diana slipped out of the bed quietly, trying not to wake him. She slipped her robe over her pajamas and made her way to the kitchen. She hadn't known how to cook when HYDRA had taken her to be James's wife, but she had learned and she loved cooking for James's, their daughter, and anyone else. Diana leaned over, pressing her lips to James's perfectly shaped mouth and then kissing him through the scruff on his throat, before leaving the room.
Diana stepped into the kitchen, smiling as she saw her daughter, sitting at the table with a steaming mug and a book. "Good morning, baby," Diana said, pressing a gentle kiss to Elizabeth's forehead.
"Morning, Mama," Elizabeth said with her own smile.
"What are you reading?" Diana asked.
"Peter the Great" by Robert Massie. I read his books about Catherine the Great and Nicholas and Alexandra. Steve didn't want to run today and neither did I. You can't go wrong with Russian history and a cup of coffee," Elizabeth said.
"I don't think your father would approve of the coffee," Diana said, resting her hand on Elizabeth's hand.
"Probably not, Mama. Clint doesn't either, but I haven't lived with him and his family since I was nine," Elizabeth said.
"I didn't drink coffee until I was 19 years old," Diana said.
"Did you drink it while you and Dad were HYDRA's prisoners?" Elizabeth asked.
"No. All the Russians me and Dad knew drank tea. But your father comes from an era where they boiled hot dogs and had polio. Children didn't drink coffee," Diana said.
"Your mother is right, Elizabeth," James's voice came into the kitchen. Elizabeth and Diana turned to see James standing there, his metal and flesh arms crossed over his muscular chest.
"Morning, Dad," Elizabeth said as James kissed the top of her head and then kissed Diana.
"James, you didn't have to wake up," Diana said.
"I woke up and you weren't there and neither were you in your room, doll," James said, pushing a lock of hair behind their daughter's ear, giving their daughter a loving look as he kissed her forehead.
"I want to cook everyone breakfast, "Diana said, kissing her husband's stubbled cheek gently.
"And I always wake up early, Dad," Elizabeth said.
"Good point and your mother is right about the coffee. I would rather you didn't drink coffee," James said, gently stroking Elizabeth's cheek and ear gently with his flesh hand.
"Kind of hard to give up old habits, Dad, as I have been drinking coffee since I was 9," Elizabeth said.
"Could you try, doll?" James asked.
"I guess I could, but I might not like the coffee withdrawal," Elizabeth said, leaning her face into James's hand.
"Understood, doll face," James said, pulling Elizabeth into his arms and hugging her tightly.