《Marvel Women One Shots》Part.1 The Winter Soldier - W.M
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A/n: This is after endgame but everyone is alive
Just last week we found a bad who looks to be hydras. And Steve is pretty sure it's still in use so we have just got of the quinjet and have split into three groups. I'm with Bucky, Clint and Thor.
We are taking the right side of the base so we are now slowly walking in a creepy corridor with small rooms on each side. We then have the choice to go straight or go right. So me and Clint take right while Thor and Bucky keep going forward
Another minute or two goes by until Steve talk over the coms. "We are under attack" And after that we are also attack along with more of our crew which is also said over the comes
We seem to handle it pretty well until I see Clint on the floor knocked out. I quickly check is pulls which is betting fast showing that he is just knocked out and not about to die
I have just killed the last of the guys attacking and are about to check on Clint when I'm pined to the wall. I don't get any oxygen as am pressed to the wall by a cold hand. I start to gasp and my powers fail on me. My vision slowly starts to fade in the corners of my eyes until the hand leaves my throat and I fall to the floor as I here some fighting before I hear Bucky speak. "Wanda"
"Yea" I speak still out of it
"I'm taking Wanda and Clint to the jet. But someone need to get here and look at this person" He say before I'm picked up and we start moving
On the way back
I must have passed out because when I wake up everyone is on the jet and we are clearly flying. "What...what happened" I ask when I stand up
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"Ehhh...you were chocked by a metal arm" Tony say
"Like another him" I say pointing at Bucky
"Almost. We just don't know anything about this one so we are taking him back to the compound" Steve say
When we got back some doctors wanted to check on my bruised neck before I got to take a shower and put some normal clothes on. I walked down to the kitchen and grabbed myself some food before I walked to the living room where everyone but Bruce, Tony and Steve were sitting
Everyone was tired from the mission so not many words where said but the silence was broken when Steve walked in
"Anything on the soldier" Nat asked
"Yea...It's a women with no chemicals in her blood meaning that what ever she did back there was with trained muscles making me kinda scared knowing how she just knocked Clint out and stopped Wanda until Bucky had to knock her out with multiple punches"
"No super soldier serum" Clint asked
"Nope" Steve say as she sit down next to Nat and Thor
That night I didn't sleep good one because of the bruise which was killing me but also the fact that someone could have the strength of Steve and Bucky with out chemicals and she was in the same building
The next morning I think we all were woken up by a scream and everyone was rushing to the lab to find her awake trying set herself free from the restraints on the bed she was in
"Well we know she is alive" Tony say as she starts to breath heavily probably realizing she won't get any where
"Someone is going to have to talk to her" Bruce say. "To make her snap out of it"
"And then she needs to get that shit removed from her head" Bucky say
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"You don't even know if this is hydras doing" Sam say
"Yes I do. That base was built like every other hydra base and I had that exact arm until I got this one. And the one she has isn't good with all the wires"
We stand silent for some minutes until Steve speak up. "So who is taking to her"
"I am" Bucky say. "I have gone through similar things and I don't want any of you to get into this until I say so. Go through the files we found. I want her name" He say then he walk out of the room and to the door which leads into the same room as her
As soon as he walk on she tense up and try to get away again. He starts to say something but we can't hear from here. She doesn't open here mouth making it know that she doesn't want to speak
That has now been going on for a week. Bucky try to talk to her and she doesn't do anything. But Nat finally found her name. Y/n y/l/n
Just before everyone went to bed we found her name and I can't fall asleep so I decided why not make another try. So I walked down to the lab and looked through the small window to the room. She is awake.
I slowly open the door and walk in as her eyes land on me with the same cold look. I sit down a few feet from her as we stare at each other. I start with the usual. "I do not want to hurt you in any way I just want to help but in order for me to do that I need you to answer some questions"
I pause before I continue. "Is your name y/n y/l/n" I can see the hurt flashing through her eyes
"Just y/n" She say with anger in her voice. That is a step forward she has said something
"Would you mind telling me your age"
"72" She say still staring at me
"Thank you"
"You don't have to answer the questions I ask but the more we know the more we can help"
"Only you" I stay quiet
"I can't tell the others?" I then ask
"Only you" She repeat
"Okey. Only me. I won't tell anyone else" She seem to easy up a bit at that. "How long had you been in that base for?"
"Since 1977. November" That's almost fifty years I think to myself before coming up with the next question
"What did they make you do"
"Kill" She just answers
"What did they do to you"
"Torture. Water, pain, starving. They cut my arm off. It was damaged from cutting"
"Did you cut yourself"
"When I was 18"
"Why" That she didn't answer so a moved on asking a bit more light hearted questions but she didn't seem to want to answer any questions about her childhood or before her life in the base
When I felt like I had asked enough for tonight I got up and looked at her. "Thank you for answering. I won't tell anyone about this you can have my word but I will find a way to help you. I have been exactly where you are" I said and walked out
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