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Cassandra's world was black. Was she dead? She didn't feel dead. But what did she know? She'd never been physically dead before. Light tried to burn its way into her eyes, but she shut them tighter. Voices yelling around her finally woke her up.

"Did you hear! Schmidt's dead! He's dead!"

At the sound of those words, Cassandra's eyes snapped open. She sat up, or she tried to. Someone in a white lab coat pushed her back down.

"Please stay down Miss, your body isn't ready to stand up yet."

When she lay back down, she remembered. The train. James. Falling. Steve. She sighed, and closed her eyes again. At that moment, she realized all she wanted to do was go back to sleep and never wake up again. It would be easier on her brain, it would be easier on her body. And it wasn't like she had anything to live for anymore. James was likely dead, Peggy thought she was dead for sure, Steve and the rest of her old team knew she was dead, they'd watched her fall.

But at least now, she could just be Cassandra. If there ever was such a person. If she'd just gone back inside when she was a girl, none of this would've happened. She would've never gone through what she'd gone through, she would've never met Dorothy, she wouldn't have been in the army, she could just be living a normal life.

Cassandra closed her eyes, and felt her consciousness slip to nothing as she fell asleep. No dreams bothered her, no flashbacks. Just sleep.

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The screams of a male voice startled her from her unconscious state. She sat up, nobody telling her not to, and her arms didn't hurt anymore. There was just a tired aching to them. Cassandra sat up, her feet dangling over the edge of the surgery bed she was on. Her feet carefully touched down on the cold tile floor. She could only really put weight on one of her legs, and even then she couldn't put all of her weight on the one leg.

She scanned the room, looking for something that could help her stand up. She saw a pair of aluminum crutches, and carefully walked over to them. Cassandra stuck her arms into the places where your arms would go, and held onto the handles. At first she slipped on the tile, but she then got the hang on it. Cassandra saw her reflection in the metal door. Her hair was tangled, still in the braid she'd originally had it in, she still had smeared lipstick on her lips, her eyes looked dull, and tired. Oh and she was in desperate need of a shower. Or at least just a comb.

She followed the screaming to a door marked,

Только авторизованный персонал

Authorized Personnel Only

She set the crutches on the ground, and opened the door very quietly. A man with greasy dark hair and a metal arm was strapped to a chair, shackles around his wrists and ankles, something over his face.

His eyes opened, and Cassandra had to keep her self from crying. It was James. Her big brother was being tortured. He was being turned into a monster. He was turning into her. She quietly shut the door, picked up her crutches, and limped back to the room she'd come from.

Cassandra sat onto the bed, and her head fell. Tears flowed from her eyes, she was unable to contain them. She covered her face with her hands, and shook with sobs. She cried until someone came into the room. A man, solid brown hair, and dark brown, almost black eyes, walked into the room.

"Agent Barnes."

"Who are you?" She scowled, glaring at the man.

"I must say, I've never seen one of your kind so, emotional."

"You didn't answer my question. Who are you?"

"Klaus Peters. New director of Hydra."

"Why are you talking to me?"

"We have a few unfortunate things to tell you. While you were unconscious, we injected you with a version of the super solider serum, you have general experience in that arena. We found that, it did not interact well with the Black Widow serum you had been given as a child. Your cells do not die, but they will not grow out of control. You can no longer age."

"WHAT!" Cassandra screamed. "You mean to tell me that not only did you inject me with another serum, which you were not instructed to do to any from the Red Room, but I also can't die?"

"No, you can die, just not of old age or natural causes."

Cassandra stood up, forgetting about her crutches, and hit Klaus in the face. Cassandra sprinted to a stairwell, and hid underneath the stairs. Her breath slowed, as did her heartbeat. She tucked her head into her knees, and concentrated on her breathing. She ignored the screams of her brother, she ignored the loud footsteps looking for her, she ignored the memories and voices. Finally, she was my number again. She'd forgotten how it felt to feel dead. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. How much she'd enjoyed being emotionless.

Cassandra swiped the tears off her face, and shoved her overwhelming anger and sadness deep into her stomach. By the time Klaus found her, she had a blank face, and no feeling in her heart. She decided that she would make the most of this situation. She would train harder, use her strength to her advantage. Maybe staying twenty-seven forever wouldn't be so bad. Nobody would know what was coming.

this chapter is also horse styx.

but, i am tired and out of my mind, so we'll just have to deal with it.

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