Chapter 13
I know it had been so long, I'm sorry! I had a hard time moving past how I ended chapter 12
Attempted SA in this chapter *WARNING*
"Four months!" Bucky growled at Natasha.
They were standing in the middle of the tower, their friends around them when the spy had gotten a text. Clint had reached for her phone since Natasha had her hands covered in pizza dough.
Which would have been fine if the text had not been for Brooke. Or "River" as Natasha had her listed under. Only reading half the message Clint's eyes narrowed and Natasha did not need to look at the phone to know what he just saw.
She tried to warn him to keep his mouth shut, especially with Bucky and the rest of the team nearby.
"What the hell is this?" Clint said.
It did not matter that he spoke in a normal tone, it still caught the attention of everyone.
"Just an informant." Natasha tried to brush him off.
Clint's eyes darted to the broken-hearted super soldier, then back to his friend. As much as he wanted to cover for her, he had grown to care about Bucky. Seeing him worry and lose his mind over Brooke these last months, he could not help but give him some solace in knowing she was alive.
"This whole time?"
"You know I couldn't say anything." Her eyes subtly moved in Bucky's general direction.
"What's going on here?" Steve asked, never one to not put his nose in other people's business.
"Nat, yes or no."
"No, not this whole time. Just the last few months."
"Fury knows?" Natasha nodded.
Clint had grown very fond of Brooke and had been worried about her like the others. They had spent countless resources and hours looking for her, trying to pick up her freezing cold trail and Natasha had had a direct line to her practically the entire time. Letting them run around and worry, instead of putting their minds at ease.
"Eh, mind sharing with the rest of the class?" Sam interrupted their stair down.
"It's confidential." Natasha insisted.
Her phone started ringing then, Clint dropped his gaze and brought the phone to his ear.
"Brooke?"
Bucky was clear across the room in seconds, Clint pressed speaker and put the phone down on the kitchen island.
"Barton? Where the hell is Nat? I need- Remind her to keep her promise, it's going down today."
She sounded terrible, out of breath and like she was in pain. They listened to her laboured breath for two more beats before she hung up.
"Wait- Brooke!" Bucky shouted reaching for the phone.
There was nothing for him on the line. His girl- he had just heard her voice for the first time in months... And Natasha had been talking to her, it seems, for a long time.
He rounded on the spy, eyes narrow, harsh. She grabbed the phone from him and started dialling.
"How long!"
"Buc-"
"How long have you been talking to her?"
"About four months."
"Four months!" Bucky growled, then froze. "She's who you've been getting all your Hydra intel from!?"
Someone had been feeding them information for weeks now. He never thought in his wildest dreams it would have been her. His stomach rolled knowing she was in their hands.
"If you weren't listening, Brooke doesn't have time for you to be pissed at me."
Of course, Natasha felt bad for keeping Bucky and her friends in the dark. She saw how they worried over her, chasing leads they did not go anywhere, but Fury made it very clear she was not to tell anyone about their contact.
"Where the hell is she Natasha?" Bucky's voice was cold, dangerous.
"I'm not sure."
Steve put his hand on his friend's shoulder steadying him. Bucky shook his off, squaring up to the spy.
"What did she mean by "it's going down today"?" Steve asked.
Natasha bit her lip. She sent off a quick message to Fury and was waiting for him to get back to her, she could not do anything until he did.
"I'm not sure. Brooke was originally with her sister, Abby, Brooke did not say what but something happened, she's been with Hydra for at least a month now." Bucky felt like he was going to pass out. "Our phone calls have never lasted more than 30 seconds, just long enough for her to spit information at me and then hang up. I've never had the chance to ask any questions."
"She never calls from the same location or number. I assume she's been calling me when they send her out on missions. It's probably the only time she's ever alone."
Steve grabbed Bucky's arm as his breathing spiked. Steve could see the panic attack coming on fast, just like it did the night Brooke was taken.
"Breath through your nose." Steve tried to coach him.
Blue eyes looked up at him, "Hydra, Steve."
Steve pursed his lips. The red room was one thing. They were harsh and brutalized their girls, but they were nothing compared to the monstrosity that was Hydra. And if Brooke had been there for any length of time, there was no telling what they were doing to her, or what they made her do. Especially with her father's ties and her association to the red room.
"We'll get her back Buck."
They had both heard how she sounded on that phone call. Defeated and worn down. They also could not help but remember what Craig had said to them when they'd captured him. About Brooke being 'theirs', the hydra breeding programs being unfinished... Bucky paled and greened trying to imagine what they've been doing to her.
The blonde turned back to the spy. "What has she told you so far?"
"I haven't heard from her in almost two weeks. She said they had been planning something, she thought it might have to do with her. They-" Natasha paused. "They know about her attachment to us, to the Winter Soldier."
Bucky's metal arm whirled as she clenched his fists.
"She sounded like herself," Steve said. "And she had the capacity to get in touch with you, to warn you something was coming."
"Unless they are already controlling her. This could be a trap..." Sam said, playing devil's advocate.
"We shouldn't rule it out, but I don't believe so. She seemed to think they had something else planned for her. When she would call me, she said there was new leadership. That this guy was very new-aged. That he had a new take on Hydra... On torture. That we shouldn't be cocky thinking we know what to expect for Hydra."
"Christ." Clint ran his hands down his face.
"Did she say what?" Bucky asked, saliva swelling in his mouth.
Natasha looked him directly in his eyes, "She said that she wouldn't let them break her, that she could hold on... But, she never said what it was."
"What exactly was the plan?" Bucky demanded to know.
"There wasn't a plan! Brooke couldn't get away from Abby. She tried and ended up in a coma for weeks because of it. So she played her game until she couldn't... I got the impression Brooke killed Abby. And somehow she made her way to Hydra, said she was safer there than with the KGB... I don't know much more than that. Mostly she's been feeding me intel, to help us."
"Unbelievable." Bucky growls. "If she dies because of this-"
"Take a breath." Steve stepped in front of Bucky. "We all want her back safe."
Bucky's eyes flicked over Natasha, "What did you promise her?"
Natasha refused to look away from Bucky, even as her stomach turned.
"She asked me to look out for you."
"And." He knew there was more
"We all know what Hydra can do to a person. I promised I wouldn't hesitate to take the kill shot. If it came to that."
Bucky took a step so his chest bumped up against Steve's, "Over my dead body."
Even though he was speaking to her over Steve's shoulder, the treat sent chills up her spine.
"She doesn't want them to leverage her against us."
"I was under their thumbs for 70 years. After all they did to me I was able to come out the other side. You think we don't have the capacity to bring in one girl?"
"She said not to underestimate them. We don't know what they could have done to her."
"We. Are not. Killing. Her. If you even try, we'll see who's trigger finger is faster."
"I'm hoping it doesn't come to that."
"Ok, that's enough." Steve pushed Bucky back, working him out of the room. "Natasha, once you hear from Fury, call everyone to the meeting room."
She nodded slightly. Her body sagging as they left the living space.
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"Abby, tell me more about when we were little."
Brooke had been trying to connect with Abby for over a week now, and nothing. It was clear whatever sisterly love they maybe once had, was now long gone. Abby always redirected the conversation but strayed from her mission. Though it seemed she wanted Brooke in this with her, it was not out of love. Or maybe not radiation love, but maybe more a twisted-up tainted 'love'.
"We'll be leaving tomorrow, you should eat and then rest, it's a long flight. We'll be in American airspace, we'll need to be alert."
Nodding, Brooke ate in silence. She needed to get out tonight, otherwise, she may never make it back to Bucky. Abby may 'care' for her, but if it came down to it, Brooke wouldn't doubt her sister would put a bullet in her back for misbehaving.
She showered and put on a pair of leggings and a cozy few sizes to big sweater. The temperature dropped at night and she would need to keep her core warm until she found her way to a vehicle and a phone to call for backup.
Once the house was dark and quiet, Brooke snuck her way down into the basement. If she was going to break out of any windows she would need to be as far away from Abby as possible, to cut down on noise.
So she slid on her sneakers and into the crawl space. Pursing her lips at the spider webs and dead opossum under the porch. Once she made it outside Brooke dashed into the woods.
She had only a few days of training, not enough to help her right now. Her lungs burned as she ran, putting as much distance between her and Abby as possible. She mixed walking and running until daylight. She was walking along some back road highway. If she followed it for long enough she would stumble upon a town.
Even if she did... She did not know anyone's number. 911 would have to do, unless she found a computer or someone with a cell phone where she could look up the tower number like she had before.
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"Bucky, Sam, Second floor. Nat and I will take the bottom and meet you on the third floor."
"Copy"
"Copy"
They moved through the Warehouse in two person teams.
Tracking a Rogue Hydra cell for months lead them here. Two world leaders were captured and taken hostage for information. They had already had them for three days before the team heard of it. They would not have the training to resist torture if that is what Hydra resorted to, which they all knew the organization was not above.
"We found the captives." Steve announced.
They were bloody and tied up in the main level of house, but alive.
"Did you hear that?" Sam asked.
All four Avengers stopped and looked up. Grunts and scuffleing bodies could be fainly heard through the concreat.
"Everyone converge on the thrid floor." Steve instructed after telling Natasha to stay with the hostages.
Feet echoed in the stairwell as Steve caught up with Bucky and Sam. They breached the doorway as a team and saw the bodies laying in their own blood. Each of them taking a side of the room, Sam left, Bucky down the middle and Steve right. They quickly made their way toward the sound of fighting, guns raised.
Bucky fired as a man turned his weapon on him. He went down with two bullet holes in his chest. Now he had the unobstructed view of a women jabbing a blade into a mans kidneys.
When he dropped the women looked up to face the new threat only to see him slack jawed, gun trained on her.
"James." Brooke staired, eye lids flickering.
"Oh shit." Sam exclaimed.
Steve looked from Brooke to Bucky, Watching the two stair at each other.
Brooke swalled, looking down at her wrist that started flashing yellow. "I- I have to go."
Bucky took a step forward and she took one back.
"Go where?" Sam asked. "Where could you possibly need to go right now?"
"Back to Hydra-"
"Are you insane?" Bucky snapped coming back to himself. "You're coming with us."
Brooke's natural face wavered, "If I don't get back in my car in the next three minutes this necklace is going to shock the fuck outta me until I'm dead."
She looked into Bucky's eyes and wanted nothing more than to run to him and go home. That was not a possibility right now, and it sucked.
"Come here, let me see it." Bucky advanced on her.
"You try to remove it, it'll send one lethal shock and I die." The bracelet turned red." I have to go! Talk to Nat,-"
The GPS tracker in her bracelet monitoring her and sends information back to her handler. She needed to get moving before she upset them more than she already had. She had stayed too long.
"Brooke." Bucky was devastated.
She lunged at him, drawing breath from his lungs and overwhelming him. He could feel the current running through her body and making her muscles twitch. She ripped herself from his arms before he could tighten his around her.
"Whatever you see this next little while-" She turned as she reached the window, half climbing out of it. "Know, none of it is true. I love you."
She dropped and Bucky ran forward to see her sliding off a rope and running toward a truck. She was gone in less than twenty seconds, the dim green light of her bracelet shining in the truck.
"What the fuck just happened," Bucky asked the night sky.
"I put a tracker on that truck. I also rigged it to blow up on five miles. We got to go if we wanna be there to pull Brooke out of the wreckage."
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Brooke made it out of the woods and hitched a ride in the back of an old pickup truck. She climbed inside when the young couple stopped to get gas. She had no idea where they were going, but they would take her a further distance faster.
The smart thing would have been for Brooke to take a nap while they drove. Who knew how long they would drive for and when she would be able to sleep again, but she was running high on adrenaline and could not bring herself to shut her eyes.
So she looked up at the clouds. Her body was exhausted and she wanted to shower but that would have to wait. When they stopped Brooke would make her way to a community centre, ask to use their phone to call Bucky, then take a shower while she waited for them to come pick her up.
The couple only drove for about an hour before pulling into their apartment complex. Waiting till she knew they would not see her exit their truck bed, Brooke popped up to look around.
They did seem to be in a city environment, she needed to start walking and find someplace with a phone, she would take a coffee shop or a library at this point. The coffee shop found her first, but there were no computers inside and she did not have anyone number mesmerized.
The barista was nice enough and pointed her toward their town's community centre a couple of blocks away. Taking off in a run Brooke took all the side streets so she could avoid street cameras.
As much as she might want the team to get a glimpse of her, she did not want her sister to.
She got a little turned around, down an ally and had to circle back. Maybe if she had not gotten turned around, she would have been paying more attention to avoid the hunk of metal flying her way.
Brooke's left side was on fire as she flew through the air. Sliding five feet when she hit the pavement. Her back on fire as it got scrapped up and embedded with rocks and debris.
Groaning Brooke tried to roll to her side but felt the bones grinding together. The driver of the car should be coming to her soon, she just needed to lay still until they called for help. At least when she got to the hospital, the team could be alerted.
"Oh, Brooke. You look terrible."
Abby stepped her boot into her hand, grinding it down into the pavement.
"No." Brooke moaned she lifted her head to try and look around for an exit.
Her head swam, she had not realized she'd hit her head. Until she laid it back down and heard the sick sound of squelching. She was bleeding from her head, enough for there to be a little puddle right now.
"Get her in the trunk." Abby walked away from her.
A man come into view, and he grabbed her carelessly throwing her over his shoulder. Before she was fully resting against his back Brooke lost consciousness.
The next thing she heard was Abby's voice, "Finally!"
The lights were so bright Brooke flinched, raising her hands to cover her eyes.
"It's been three weeks! Get up, your training starts this afternoon."
A heavyweight hit her stomach, looking down she saw black work out clothes. The same clothes she used to wear when she was a kid in the red room. Her stomach flipped, she looked around the room to realized she was not back at Abby's safe house but a small white room. She had been here many times before.
When she was little and training and she would break a bone or get a big skin laceration she would be hauled in here with no pain meds and fixed up then thrown back out into training.
She pulled the clothes over her aching body and followed the unlocked doors and narrow hallways until she came to a big concrete room. The coldness of the room and the memories spread goosebumps all over her body.
A man entered the room, he was dressed similarly to her and he looked to be about mid thirties.
"Assume position, unless you forgot." He taunted.
Sadly she did not, it was still in the back of her mind. His smirk pissed her off and as much as this was going to hurt her, she was not going to let him see her sweat.
She centred herself in the room and instead of waiting for him to attack she attached first. There was a fight for power position, she almost had him when he chucked and pressed his elbow into the bruises he had to know where there.
Brooke tried to push through but she folded, he gained the upper hand pinning her face down on the cold hard floor.
"This is a good look for you." He taunted in her ear. "I've seen the pictures, you've definitely grown into this body."
His chest was pressed into her and his hip dug into one of her ass cheeks. He surprisingly was keeping weight off her most injured side.
More than put off with his comment, Broke knew she could not let that slide. Despite the burning in her side she cocked her elbow back at a weird angle and drove it into his face.
He groaned dropping his forehead to her back, he got up, leaving her to stand on her own.
She smiled to herself, seeing the redness near his eye. She had missed his nose, but her blow would have a nice deep purple bruise forming there.
"Again." He told her.
She tried her best to keep up, but he took her to the floor every time. When she did have the upper hand, she was starting to feel like this guy was playing with her.
She knew she was being given an easy day, maybe it was because of Abby, maybe not. She was not sure, but one on one, all day? After she had run away... It did not make sense to her.
Especially with a guy who seemed to tease her while he kicked her ass. It was not the red rooms MO. He should be cold and unfeeling, not making jokes.
"Ok, I'm bored, that is enough for now. Meet me back here in two hours and be better."
He walked out of the room without instructing her way to do next. No way they were going to let her roam free around here.
"Brooke."
Turning, Abby was standing in the doorway.
"Why are you here? After all this place took from us."
"They took nothing from us." She said simply. "I need your help with something, this way."
Brooke had two ways to handle this. 'Give in' and figure out who was leading the charge here and what she could do about them, or get the hell out and save herself. She could almost hear Bucky in her mind telling her to get the fuck out and come home to him.
"I don't want to be here Abby, this life, it isn't me. There is a reason I left-"
Her cheek stung, Abby's hand had flown at her so fast she had not had the chance to dodge the hit.
"You are ungrateful." Abby smoothed out her hair. "This way."
Gobsmacked Brooke followed after her.
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They ran five minutes up the road to find an oak tree eviscerated, but no sign of Brooke or the vehicle. When they got back home they found out why.
"You sure outdid yourselves." Natasha scolded them, holding out her phone.
"You put an explosive on my car!? You're lucky I freaking found that. If you don't want me to end up zapped to death, stay outta my way."
Sam whistled, "She's pissed."
"She has a right to be." Natasha snapped. "He's been going through hell and the first time she sees a friendly face in a very long time, you almost get her killed."
"The blast wouldn't have killed her." Steve argued.
"No, but not making it back to her handler in time would have." Natasha countered.
Bucky rubbed his jaw, "They have her wearing a sock collar. I felt her muscles twitching when she hugged me, we need to find a way to get it off her without killing her."
The spy looked him over, "I'll get Tony on it. With Brooke inside, we need to be more careful with which missions we take. They know her connect to us and it will get her killed if we get in their way."
Bucky walked away, he needed to hit something.
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"Get up!" Abby screamed at her.
Brooke felt like a walking bruise. She was not training with the young girls, but she did have her in with the older widows. They were younger than her and packed a fucking punch. The hard concrete ground was also not helping.
She was also still training with that man when she was not training with them. He had her mornings and evenings, taking her to the ground, taunting her. It was like his soul purpose was to piss her off. If she were back with the Avengers, in a safe space, she would have said he was rilling her up to flirt, but she knew better here.
Brooke climbed to her feet, she defended herself, but she refused to hit back. She was not going to do to these girls what had been done to her, getting beat down on by someone with more skills and experience just so the red room could get off on it.
"Enough!" Abby yelled from the side lines.
Abby grabbed Brooke by the bicep, her fingers squeezing into her flesh. Pulling her from the room with a yell for the girls to 'pair up', she was dragged to a medical looking room. A lab.
"If you aren't going to play, then I guess there is not further need to hold off on your other tasks."
"What tasks?"
The man from her training stepped toward them. His jeans and button up more casual and put together than she had seen him.
"Jake you're up."
Jake sat down in a chair, one of the lab coats started drawing blood from his arm. He kept throwing glances her way while Brooke watched on in silence. When he was done, Abby forced her into the same chair.
The needle pinch was fast and Brooke watched as multiple blood villas were collected and stored next to Jakes
"What is that for?" The lab coat walked away, "Abby?"
"You don't want to fight, then you can breed the next generation."
Blood drained from her face, no... Warmth pressed up behind her. Her hair moved as breath rustled through it.
"I am not doing that."
Abby smiled, "Dad was right about one thing, your genes are fantastic and Jake here. Well we modified his DNA, but he's perfect match for you now."
"It's sick. I don't care what science you've been doing." She took Abby's hand. "After what you had to do with Kai, having his baby, you're going to make your own sister go through the same thing?"
She had hopped Abby would feel a protectiveness, something between them. But it was clear to Brooke in that moment that Abby may be her sister in blood, but they were not family. She was the enemy.
"I'll make it good." Jake promised her.
Brooke's stomach rolled. She turned and violently punched him in the face, breaking his nose and sending him stumbling back. The lab workers moved toward the back wall. Brooke's foot came up and shoved into Jake's shoulder sending him to the ground before he could grab her.
"Oh my god, enough of the dramatics. You get fucked by a guy with a great dick, coming over and over again as many times as you want until you pop me out a couple test subjects."
Brooke turned to Abby, her fist was inches from her face before Jake was able to get hands on her, restraining her against his body. His warm blood dripped down into her hair and back.
"That's more like it Kitten." He checked, spitting blood from his mouth.
"Get off me." Brooke bucked and snuggled nearly pulled her left shoulder from its socket.
Abby exasperated took a needle from one of the lab trays and Jake grabbed her head turning her head so Abby could access her neck. A pinch and she was unable to defend herself, slipping quickly into darkness.
Her skin prickled, the uncomfortable feeling woke her up. Brooke blinked, trying to open her eyes. Her panic was quick to set it when she felt the ties on her wrists.
"Shit." Brooke squirmed, looking around the room and pulling her arms to try and free them.
Her heart hammer in her chest as her squirming relieved she was on a bed.
"Now do you only like to play rough outside the bedroom?"
Her eyes darted to Jake, he was sitting off to the corner of the room.
"Your sister insisted on the cuffs, but you'll be good for me right. I can take those off?"
Trying to calm herself down Brooke nodded, she had no chance if she was tied down. She was getting the fuck outta here today.
"Nice nose." It was swollen and red.
Jake took them off and Brooke was up on her feet, standing opposite him.
"I'm not having sex with you, so you can lower your expectations."
"We don't have a choice."
Her head tilted to the side, "You can't want this."
"I've seen you in your work out clothes Brooke... This is bigger than us."
"Terrorism, rape, the freaking KGB."
"Science."
"You're just as crazy as she is." Brooke muttered.
Jake studied her, "I've heard you're his girl, the Winter soldier's. You've been here nearly a month, where is he?"
"I don't need him to defend me, or to threaten you for me. Because if you make one move to touch me, I'll kill you."
His hand dropped to his crotch, it was clear her hostility was turning him on.
"If I didn't think you'd bite my dick off. I'd have that dirty mouth sucking me off."
They had to be watching them right? Even if they were in what looked like a bare but functional bedroom.
"Why don't you come over here, try your luck?"
"Maybe I'll but my mouth on your first."
"I'll cut your tongue out."
"With what?" He teased.
She had been looking around the room, trying to find something she could depend herself with, but there was not much.
"Come find out."
He stalked toward her, his pace slow and cocky. There were pictures in the wall, which had to be hung by some form of sharp object, at least an inch in length. Brooke turned and Jake lunged, throwing her down to the bed.
Brooke fought to buck him off but he just ground himself down into her ass.
"Once fill that pussy up with cum, imma take your ass just for fun."
She screamed and threw her head back, the double hit to his nose in less than 12 hours fucking sucked and he fell back. Brooke moved to the side and ran for one of the pictures. She grabbed it off the wall and threw it at him, glass shattering.
Grabbing for the glass would cut her too so she would save that as a last ditch effort and keep to her original plan. It ripped her nails but she pulled the screw from the wall and turned just in time for Jake to slam her body back against the wall with his.
He grabbed her hands and slammed them into the wall, rutting his hips into hers. She knew at this point he was just doing it to piss her off. Who ever was watching them was on their way and she needed to kill him before they got in here.
"Guess we're going to have to knock you out for this after all. Fuuuck we could had some fun."
"Fuck you!" Brooke bucked and threw her body back and forth between the wall and him.
She needed her fucking hand free, she just needed him to grab her somewhere else and let go of her fucking hand. She tried to head butt him again and Jake took the bait. He released her hadn't in favour for wrapping his fingers around her neck.
With all the force she could gather at her angel she pulled her arm to the side and toward him, the screw puncturing the skin of his neck and drove right into he artery.
Jake reached for it and pulled the metal out. Big mistake. His face paled rapidly. As did his grip on her neck. The door busted open and Lab coats came toward her with needles. While the others ran to Jake and tried to to stop the lethal bleeding.
He was on the floor, gone in seconds. As they tried to wrestle her, Brooke drove two of their noses up into their brains. Two left to face off with Abby came into the looked at Jake and rolled her eyes.
One of the lab coats managed to get their arms around her while Brooke kicked to try and keep the other one away from her. Especially with that needle in her hands.
This was her escape, she would not be able to stay here after this.
A man in a suit stood in the doorway behind Abby, he watched the fight unfold with a gleam in his eye.
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"Did you get any information on the collar?" Bucky asked Tony as the team filed into he meeting room.
"No." Tony sighed, "but from the files anonymously sent to us, we found some video footage."
"Of Brooke." Bucky clarified, even thought it was not needed.
Tony's tone, the way he would not look at him, it was obviously who they were called here to talk about.
"Mostly there are security cameras of their training facility. Brooke never fights back against the girls... There is a man they had her training with, she had so problem shining on him, he's also her co-star in this video. I've watched it" Tony's eyes flickered to Bucky, "Now we know how the exchange between The red room and Hydra happened."
Bucky demanded for Tony to, "Play it."
"Hold on." Steve said, "Is this an escape?"
Tony looked down at his tablet, "It's not pretty. I can give you the readers digest version of what happens or-"
"You called us here, play the video." Bucky snapped.
"Just try to remember, this was three months ago."
Bucky watched as Brooke was touched and played with, watched her kill the man who had planned to rape her. Nearly snapped his teeth in half from clenching his jaw so hard when Sam asked if their was audio and he had to hear the vile things the man said to her.
She killed two more people before she was contained. Bucky was well aware of the eye in the room splitting between him and the screen.
He girl definitely had a thing for breaking noses. She narrowly avoided the needing, no doubt with a sedative inside, coming at her and using the body behind her jumped and wrapped her legs around that persons neck.
A move he had seen Natasha use more than once. Had vague memories of her doing it to him once before. The move snapped the women's neck and as she came down, Brooke flipped the person holding her over her head.
He watched as she grabbed the needle and jabbed it into the man, knocking him out in second.
The she turned to face who Bucky now knew was Abby.
"You always were one for the theatrics." Abby's voice was bored, "Jake may have been the best DNA match, but there are other subjects who can breed with you all the same."
"How could we have come from the same people?" Brooke sounded heartbroken. "You killed my mother!"
"She was a weak bitch. An ungrateful waste of space, just like you."
"You are more of a monster than he was." Brooke fired back.
Abby smiled at her, almost sweetly. "You're naive little girl."
Abby pulled a gun and aimed it to Brooke's head. Slowly, Brooke crossed the room, the man in the doorway seemed to be intrigued by what her next action was going to be.
Bucky held his breath. Brooke's head bumped the gun, it would take a twice of Abby's finger to end Brooke forever. He tried to remind himself that Brooke had been in his arms just two days ago. She was alive. Tony's words replayed in his mind 'this was three months ago.'
If that were turn, Brooke had only been with the KBG for a month, and had spent the last 3 with Hydra.
Each of Brooke's words were slow and clear, "Say 'hi' to dad for me."
The gun went off and blood dripped down Brooke's forehead. Brooke pushed forward pushing Abby into the wall near the man in the suit.
The girls screamed as they battled. Abby trying to help her hold on the gun and Brooke trying to ram her into the wall enough times to force her into dropping it. The camera in the room was at Brooke's back.
Bucky could not see what damage the bullet had made to her face. But from the way she was still fighting, he guessed it had fractured a part of her skull or only grazed her skin.
"Fucking drop it!" Brooke yelled.
With all the blood from the man, the two noses she broke and now her head injury, Brooke's hands were slippery. Abby broke away, whipping the gun across Brooke's face. She kept her grip on Abby and with her arm now across her body, Brooke was able to throw her body into her sister to dislocate her arm. The gun hit the floor as she limb went limp.
Abby shouted in pain. Brooke held her against the wall and pulled the empty seringe from her back pocked. Pulling air into the plunger, she shoved the needle into Abby's neck and pushed the arm into her system.
It only took a second for the air to travel through Abby's blood into her brain. She stroked out and her head weight dropped to the floor.
He watched his girl rest her head against the wall. She looked exhausted. In the beginning of the video, they had to have knocked her out with something because the man and Abby had been talking and had not disturbed her.
There was a slow clap from behind her. Brooke whirled, she had forgotten about the man standing in the doorway. He walked slowly toward her, clapping.
She assessed him, much like he had been her. He did not seem like a threat, but that did not mean he was not one.
"I've heard a lot about you Brooke, and I have to say, this little display only deepened my curiosity."
"And you are?"
"Vince Tyler."
"Am I supposed to know that name?"
"I'm one of many anonymous faces behind Hydra's activities."
She tensed, "Then what the hell are you doing here?"
"Like I said, you caught my attention."
"Enough that you were here for a little show?" She gestured toward the bed.
They both knew what was supposed to be currently taking place on that mattress right there.
Vince chuckled and snapped his fingers. Eight men entered the room and Brooke's face dropped. They easily grabbed her and held her to the wall as Vince moved to stand in front of her. Brooke watched as he pulled a gold necklace from his pocked.
Bucky tensed noticing it was the same one she had been wearing when he saw her. A fancy shock collar, made to seem like a normal necklace.
He clasped it around her neck, then stepped away motioning for his men to do the same.
Brooke reached up and pulled at the necklace, her body convulsed and she dropped to the floor with a yelp.
"That was a warning shot. You attempt to remove that necklace and it'll kill you."
"So what now?" Brooke asked climbing to her feet.
"I own you."
Tony ended the video and pulled up a couple new articles.
"Here is everything I could find on Vince Tyler."
He was a rich diplomat, much like Alexander Pierce. He held a lot of weight and invested his money in dirty business.
"And last night, he and Brooke made their debut."
Dozens of pictures floored the screen with Brooke and Vince standing side by side. Well more like her glued to him by his hand around her waste.
She was in a silk dress and him a suit. His hands low on her back and him in every single shot. She had on a pleasant face, even smiled at him. These was a photo of his lips at her neck gold necklace in place and her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Whatever you see this next little while, know none of it is true. I love you."
Her words to him less than 48 hours ago.
As his eyes ran over every pixel of every photograph, he was no light in her eyes, the sparkle was dulled by the part she was forced to play.
"I own you."
Vince's words to her three months ago when he collared her.
Bucky was seething.