《Young God ϟ Marvel [1]》3.2
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First Escape
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"No, Please! Enough! Please!"
Baron Wolfgang von Strucker ignored the cries of the fourteen year old girl just meters from his stance. She was contained in a mirrored room, everyone outside of it being able to see inside. Her hands were chained with the strongest metal Hydra could find, along with her feet. She couldn't reach up and block out all the noises being emitted from the speakers, her chains clanging every time she tried. Her strength had grown immensely but they had given her something to dub down the strength.
A few scientists were observing and writing down her behaviour. She was supposed to block out the static and find the hidden message that was being replayed. She was trained, well more like forced, to focus on different sounds so she could pinpoint it's location.
It had been three hours. No progress.
Strucker sighed in disappointment, lifting his head at his men and waiting for them to cut the sound. Ana's hands trembled, her damp face lifting up and her lips pulling down in a frown. She was scared all the noise had made her deaf, but when the creak of rusted door alerted her, she sighed out.
The two men dressed in black robotically moved to her and one bent down and unlocked the chains keeping her tethered to the floor as the other stayed still. Once she was free from her holds, they each grabbed her by her elbow and walked her out. She tiredly tried to shake them off, stopping when she saw Strucker step to them, his face pulled up from his cold smile.
Ana gulped, crying out when the two men dropped her weak form in front of his feet. She quickly sat up, knowing he didn't like to be waiting. Strucker sighed, "Subject 2, you have been practising all week to perfect this task. Why did you fail?" He asked, peering down at her.
Ana breathed out, feeling her head pound from the constant noises. "I- I am sorry, sir. But I wasn't r- ready today, I-" She stuttered.
Strucker roughly pulled her up by her dirty white gown, scowling. "This is the last time you will fail me. All you do is fail. You're lucky I only order you around, it's the powerful heads of Hydra that own you and your worthless mutations." He growled, pushing her away from him.
Ana managed to catch her feet and stand up straight. She looked up at him with rage. She was in this hell hole for over a year, always being tested and prodded and pocket at. She was just an experiment to them, an opportunity to be one of their powerful weapons. She only acted like she had no clue on what they were trying to teach her, but in reality she took in everything. Every fighting combo and style, every language she had to learn in one month, everything she was supposed to adapt to.
So she tightened her cut fists, hearing the quiet straining of the metal as it started to break. She planned her moves, as she glared at him. Just one hit with her strength would give her enough time to grab his gun strapped to his hip and his key card that allowed him access to every single entry and exit. The only thing that put a kink in her plan was the word around base that the Winter Soldier was there and he was as strong as her as long as he had that metal arm of his. But that could easily be detached.
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Ana snapped her restraints off, kicking her leg back to break the ones on her feet. Strucker widened his eyes and went for his gun but she had already used her speed to run up to him and punch him across the face. She twisted his wrist and took the gun, swiping his key card too.
With another kick to the side, she looked down at him. "I am not worthless, you demon." She cursed, knocking him out with a kick to his face.
The scientists were running away from her yelling in German. One of them hit the emergency alarm causing her to groan. She tightened her hold on the gun and ran forward to the exit. The doors were closing and she dove through just in time. Since she was always kept in one ward, she had no idea where on earth she was. When she looked out of the windows as she ran, she saw snow and mountains. Where the hell was she?
Ana skidded to a stop, a squadron of Hydra soldiers in front of her. They all held their batons in their hands. She wasn't supposed to be hurt which gave her an advantage. She counted six and she knew there was only six bullets in the gun she was holding.
She didn't want to kill anyone, because that meant she was the same as the monsters in the room she was kept in. The gun aimed at the first soldier and she pressed the trigger. The Hydra soldier clutched his thigh and fell over with a yell. The rest of them charged at her and she shot them in the exact same place.
A few keeping coming back up, and one of them slashed at her with his blade. She cried out and clutched her lower back. She looked back at the man and kicked her leg back, hitting him in the chest. She dropped the empty gun and dashed away, her eyes reading all the German signs. Once she found the one that stated an exit she went in that direction.
Ana turned the corner, her bare feet padding against the floor. She went through the double doors and widened her eyes, seeing more Hydra men coming her way. She looked back and found a stair case behind her that lead up to the roof. She quickly stepped back behind the doors and grabbed the pipe on the wall next to her, shielding her eyes when the water sprayed on her. She used the pipe to lock the doors, bending it so it was secure.
Once she was sure it would hold, she dashed up the flight of stairs. Her lungs were burning and her legs were aching. She groaned in pain when she stretched her wound, falling onto the wall. Her bloodied hands made a print on the grey walls as she pushed herself up. She had to keep going. She could hear the men trying to get through the door.
"You're almost free, come on." She huffed, climbing up the last steps and barreling through the door. She immediately felt the cold air and shivered. There was a helicopter on the landing pad, and she hoped there was some kind of auto pilot nice she had no idea on how to fly one.
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Ana hobbled over to the copter, smiling when she got closer and closer. But she was pulled back into someone's chest, their metal arm and trapping her. She looked down at it in horror. It was the Winter Soldier.
She started to struggle as he pulled her along, but not back to the doors, to the helicopter. She kicked her legs, crying out when her wound throbbed.
"Otpusti menya!" (Let me go!) She yelled in Russian, knowing he would understand her.
The Winter Soldier opened the door to the helicopter and hauled her up, "Poluchit' i byt' spokoynym." (Get in and be quiet.) He replied, pushing her in.
Ana didn't know why he was doing this, maybe he was going to take her to those Strucker spoke of, the ones who own her. When she realised it, she widened her eyes and hit him. He just caught her small hands in his metal one, his blue eyes peering up at her. She couldn't see the rest of his face since it was covered with a mask.
"Ty khochesh' poyti domoy?" (Do you want to go home?) He barked, narrowing his eyes at her.
Ana glared at him, "U menya net doma." (I have no home.)
He didn't say anything after that, just strapped her in and closed the door. Ana breathed in and out, she reached back and felt her wound stop bleeding. She looked down at her pale arms, her hands shaking from the cold as she rubbed them together. She jumped in her seat, the door to the other side of the copter opening. The Winter Soldier jumped in and started the machine up.
Ana looked at him as he pushed buttons, "Gde vy sobirayetes' vzyat' menya?" (Where are you going to take me?) She asked quietly. She then looked down at her hands, "Pochemu vy menya vezete?" (Why are you taking me?)
He looked at her, handing her a black jacket. "Vy prosto rebenok." (You are just a child.) He said before putting on the headset and lifting off just when the Hydra soldiers came onto the roof, looking around for her. They disregarded the helicopter flying away knowing the Winter Soldier was going on his mission to New York, he wouldn't take the girl.
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Ana had curled up, her eyes drooping every time she felt tired. She didn't want to fall asleep, she had to see where he was taking her. She ignored her wound as she felt it bleed a little. He didn't speak the whole time they were up in the air. She was scared of what he would do once they touch down to wherever they were heading. She was scared she'd die the second her feet touched the ground.
"Posle togo, kak my prizemlimsya , vy dolzhny imet' kogo-to posmotret' na vash razrez." (Once we land, you need to have someone look at your cut.) He spoke up.
"Gde my?" (Where are we?) She asked as he lowered down to a tall building. She looked out the windows, her eyes growing big as she saw many different buildings. No snow or mountains.
He didn't answer and she was growing irritated. When the copter landed smoothly, he quickly hopped out and she took off her belt. Her head snapped up when she heard barking and her door snapped open, a pairs of hands grabbing her and pulling her out.
"Get off!" She shouted, elbowing the man in the face.
He yelled out and before she knew it, her hands were cuffed and she fell forward from the weight of the restraints. Her knees scraped against the ground and she groaned.
Ana looked up when a pair of nicely shined shoes stopped in front of her. She saw an old man probably around his fifties peer down at her with a smile. He bent down to get a better look at her. She shuffled backwards, looking to her side and seeing the Winter Soldier shake hands with another man. She held back her tears, she had hope she would be free but now she realised, freedom will be an experience that she will never have.
"It's alright child, I'm Mr. Pierce." The man called.
She looked at him and growled, "What do you want from me?"
"Well sweetheart, I want you to forget everything we've done to you. We can't have people knowing of our plans." He replied. She looked at him like he was crazy, "You can't just wipe everything you psychos have done to me." She said angrily.
He smirked at her, "We've done it before, Ana. Lots of times."
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Hey guys! This is just a little flashback of Ana's life. It reveals that she was tortured by Strucker, the same guy that brought out the powers of Wanda and Pietro, I also made it like she gets wiped so she can't remember anything Hydra does to her. Anyway more will be explained and I hope you enjoyed this mini chapter and please comment!
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