Chapter 49- Being Tortured and Shocking Truth

"Flashback*

Diana felt her lips tingle as the Soldier kissed her. It had been only a few days since he had taken her and he had just told her what she was there for. She wasn't sure if she wanted to get married or have a child for these people who had taken her, but the kisses to her lips, neck, and ears made her want to say yes. "Soldat," it is time. Step away," the head soldier said. The Soldier pulled away and a doctor held a syringe to her neck and shot some dark blue drug into her.

"What are you doing?" Diana asked as a rubber guard was placed between her lips and the metal helmet came down on her head. Before anyone answered her, electricity shot out into her brain like a million needles. She screamed in agony over the guard in her mouth and the wiping was done in a matter of minutes.

"Soldat," the head soldier said. The Soldier reach out and cupped her face, pushing back her limp hair, and running his flesh fingers over the sore spot on her head. She nearly keened into his touch. He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him almost as hungrily as he was her. She sighed with happiness as his mouth explored her lips as if he was tasting her.

"Who do you belong to?" The Soldier asked her, tracing her lips with his fingers.

"You and HYDRA," Diana said, wishing the Soldier would kiss her again. To kiss him, she would say anything he wanted.

"Tell me you love me," the Soldier asked.

"I...I...I...can't," Diana said. The head soldier came over and dealt a harsh slap to her face.

"You will do as he tells you, if you wish to live. Tell the Soldat you love him," the man said just as harshly as his slap.

"Please don't. Isn't it enough that you are forcing me to marry him and have a baby?" Diana asked with a pained groan. Her head was hurting and she found her herself trying to keep her eyes open. She felt a painful slap to her face.

"You will not sleep until you tell us that you love the Soldat," the head soldier said.

The Soldier teased her lower lip with his flesh hand. Diana looked at him as he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. The Soldier's mouth was so warm and gentle and he pressed his lips to hers, digging his teeth into her lower lip. "Tell me you love me," the Soldier said, bracing her face with his hands as he played with her hair gently as his mouth went to her earlobe and he caught the lobe between his teeth

"I...I...love you," Diana said, feeling tears slip out of her eyes as he nipped/kissed her earlobe. It was hopeless. Diana would be tortured and forced to accept the Soldier as her husband. She had already had a vice to hold her head in place while he kissed her, along with the restraints on her arms and legs to hold her down as they wiped her mind.

"You hesitated," the head soldier said as the Soldier stepped away and the doctor shoved the mouth guard into her mouth and the helmet came down. The Soldier told her much later as he carried her to her quarters that they were going to drug her and wipe her until she no longer hesitated on saying she loved him and would kiss him willingly.

Diana stood next to James in what used to be her bedroom at her parents' house. "It looks nice," James said, holding onto her hand with his flesh hand. James didn't like to hold his wife's hand with the metal hand. Diana gripped his muscled bicep with her other hand, feeling tears come to her eyes as she remembered this room.

"I remembered loving it, but I love you more," Diana said, kissing his shoulder gently.

"Diana, I forced you to be with me," James said, pushing her dark hair behind her ear.

"It doesn't matter. I love you," Diana said, reaching up to touch James's stubbled jaw with her lips. She pressed kisses to his jawline and up to his lips. James sat down on a chair and pulled her down to sit on his lap, cupping the back of her head gently with his flesh fingers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as she carded her fingers into his shoulder-length hair.

"You know, Steve asked me if I would consider cutting my hair. He said it might help me remember better," James said when they broke apart for air and Diana played with his hair gently.

"I don't know. I used to not like a beard or long hair on a man. You changed my mind, James. I love running my fingers in your hair or over your face when you kiss me," Diana said teasingly.

"Really? Like this?" James asked dryly as he pressed his lips to her lips and then kissed her neck.

"Exactly like that," Diana said as she picked her fingers through her husband's dark hair and over the scruff on his face. James pressed her hand to his face, kissing the palm of her hand.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," James said, his warm breath tickling her hand.

"Hmmm, I don't know either," Diana hummed softly. James chuckled softly as a knock sounded on the door.

"Who is it?" Diana asked.

"Only me, Mama," Elizabeth said.

"Come in, doll," James said as Diana got off his lap and Elizabeth came in.

Diana went to their daughter and kissed her forehead gently. "You settling in okay, baby?" Diana asked, stroking Elizabeth's face gently.

"The room is big enough to be a landing field. Other than that, I'm fine," Elizabeth said.

"You don't like big bedrooms?" James asked.

"Not really, no, Dad. When I was in the Red Room, I was in a room with camp cots and 20 other girls, training to be Widows or Winter Soldiers. I was only in there at night, and they handcuffed us to our cots so we wouldn't run away. When Clint and Agent Coulson saved me from there, I shared a room with Clint's daughter. When I became a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I moved to D.C. and got my own room at the Transkillion. It was the first time I ever had a room to myself," Elizabeth said.

"I'm sorry, baby. Me and your father never thought that you would be hurt," Diana said, tears spilling over.

"It was HYDRA and the Red Room, Mama. It's what they did. At least I dodged getting sterilized," Elizabeth said flippantly.

"What do you know about sterilization?" Diana asked shocked.

"It was mandatory in the Red Room. When the girls turned 18, they were sterilized for graduation. I was eight when I left. So, I dodged that bullet," Elizabeth said.

"Thank God," James muttered as someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Diana asked.

"Mrs. Macklin. Are you ready for dinner?" The old housekeeper asked.

"I guess. Come on," Diana asked, taking her husband's flesh arm and Elizabeth glomped to his other side as they went out the door. This was a source of constant relief to Diana that Elizabeth had been acting like she had never left.