Silver Death

Soldier Number Three

How hard did that jerk hit me? Who cares, first chance I get I'm going to kill him.

"I would like to stand, I would rather not be stiff when we arrive."
Anatoly snaps his hand at the agent standing beside the entrance to the cockpit without lifting his eyes from the file he is reading. "Try anything funny and I will have Alex over there- the agent you and the Winter Soldier were to train before you both left us that is- will take care of you."
As the agent silently undoes my bonds I stand and crack my neck "Oh and I wouldn't be trying. I would succeed."

I pick up my purse and walk to the bathroom and lock the door. Looking to the mirror I come to the conclusion that I'm a mess. The makeup that Natasha had done is now smeared and blotchy, my hair is frizzy and looking like a birds nest, my feet are killing me in these damn heels, and my head feels like a jack hammer is hitting it. Hearing "Fix your face before you come out please darling." I let out a sound that can only be described as a growl. Fine, if you want me to 'fix' my face I will. But not the way you might like it to be.

When I walk out my makeup has been redone, lips bolder than before and eye shadow more dramatic. Looking at Alex with a smile I ask "Well darling is this better?"
"Wipe it off."
Plopping down in the seat beside him I turn and lay my feet in his lap head resting on the arm rest of the couch "Sorry Hun, I'd rather not."
"Get your filthy shoes off me."
"May I ask where your manners are?" He shoves me off of him, as I fall I use the momentum to spin and kick him in the side of the head with my heels. Jerk deserves it, he grunts -obviously not used to a return of hits during sparring-who ever has been training him has been doing a horrible job of it. I'm on my back on the floor but do a Chinese getup and look at my 'doctor.' "Who's file?"
"Yours actually."
"What are you reading in it?"
"The procedures that I have personally had a hand in helping with. Unfortunately we didn't get to finish one before you left for that last mission, I suppose we will have to finish it now."
Please no. "what procedure?"
"oh you know so don't even pretend not to. Comon now tell me which one." I stay silent "fine if you won't I will."
Cutting him off "I don't want a prosthetic limb."
"Oh don't worry my dear. It won't be a limb." I look at him as he continues "it will be two." He smiles as the seatbelt lift comes on indicating that we are beginning our descend to land.
"They will find me before that happens."
"I doubt that they will my dear. Considering that as soon as we do our minor preparations, the surgery will begin."
"No."
"You have no say in the matter small Soldier. I assure you that you will be in no pain afterwards. Not that we would care if you were anyways."
"You're all monsters."
"Alex. Sedate her."
A needle jams into my neck before I can react, and the world around me goes black. Guess they found a sedative that can knock me out now. That's going to be great.

(Winter's P.O.V.)

They have her for a second time. After she got away and spent so much time making sure she couldn't have been found.

If we would have been more carful, or not have had a stupid party she would be fine. When she told me who was here I panicked and let her go off on her own. I shouldn't have. She could be killed, or worse in our shared opinion; used by HYDRA again.

It's only been two hours since everyone has woken up, well come back to consciousness. Tony went straight to the lab, Banner assessed every one except me. No one had come close to me since I woke up, the reinforced handcuffs that were made specially to keep me in line still lay snapped at my feet. Why just her and not both of us? What are they planing?

Thinking back to what they were working on before she escaped I fear for her. They wanted to give her an  arm like mine. No. Two, two arms that are like mine.  "They're not going to kill her."

Clint being the only person in the room now spooks before stuttering out "hu-huh?"
"They're going to experiment and torture her. Send her out on missions probably to kill us or just me, and then put her in a freeze, but they won't kill her."
Hearing Wanda behind me and feeling her in my head I try and pull the memory of them assessing my arm and discussing how it could be modified to fit Jess better.

"Сначала нам нужно было свернуть с рук, сэр." (We would have to take her own arms off first, sir.)
"Я полностью это понимаю. Как будет проходить эта процедура?" (I am fully aware of that. Now how would the procedure happen?)
"Ну, после того, как мы построили оружие, нам пришлось бы снять оружие и приложить протезирование." (Well,after building the arms we would have to take hers off and attach the prosthetics.)
"Сделай это. Тем временем у нее есть миссия завершить." (Make it happen. In the mean time she has a mission to complete."
The man that was working on fixing my arm that was damaged in a mission earlier that day turns from me and starts gathering materials as the doctor that was assigned to Jess walks out. Anatomy- no Anatoly. Before I can say anything else I can feel Wanda pull from my mind and hear her say "FRIDAY can you run a search for a Doctor Anatoly?"
"For you I can Ms. Maximoff."
"Thank you Friday."
"The results will be sent to the lab."
"Thank you."