Final Experiment ?

I pulled the red zipper all the way up, enjoying the soft material against my skin.

I gulped, looking around the small, sweet smelling and pale room. I leaned agains the bed, afraid that I would collapse if I didn't have anything solid holding me up. Oddly enough, I felt weak and awfully tired. My legs felt like the weighted a ton, as if they were tied to a rock.

I glanced on the floor, where a pair of dark coloured shoes and black socks laid. I pinched the bridge of my nose, looking around swiftly, I pushed the shoes and socks under the bed and out of sight.

I did not like socks.

After the doctor named Bruce Banner had walked in the room, he had looked over my vitals. It was safe to say he wasn't very pleased with my results, but just like Steve, he suggested that I get some food in my body. They had left me with the clothes and walked out after that, leaving me unguarded and alone with my thoughts.

Of course I wasn't naive to think I was really alone. The red dot in the ceiling was still blinking.

I swiped all the emotions from my face, but there was still some things bothering me. It was what Barnes had said to me earlier, about the justice and revenge.

I knew Hydra was my creator and handler. I knew their rules, and I had already ruined rule number one.

If you get caught by enemy, always go for suicide.

Yet, here I was. Being nursed back to health by those so called enemies. Enemies, who offered me food -- even thought I did not eat it--, and warm clothes. They offered me care, even when they knew what kind of monster I was capable of turning into.

Didn't it mean anything?

I knew it shouldn't mean a thing, I shouldn't care about it. Yet deep down I enjoyed it, I liked being taken care of. It made me feel wanted, just for once. I wouldn't mention it to anyone, of course.

I pushed myself off the bed, dragging my tired feet towards the door. Not believing it would open, but to my surprise, the doors slid into the walls with quiet hiss and I was met with Bucky leaning against the wall, arms crossed and glaring at the floor.

Hearing the hiss of the door, he looked up. “Come, Steve went to the kitchen already.” I looked across the hallway, noting the emptiness of the gigantic place.

I followed Bucky, forcing my weak legs to carry me down the hall. Noticing my lack of energy, he slowed down almost unnoticeably. He didn't say anything, which I was glad for. I would have denied it anyway.

My eyes flashed over the possible exits, so many closed doors and tech hanging on the walls. It was truly another level of systematics. It was as if the very walls were alive.

Throught the small trip, Bucky stayed silent. It was as if he was trying to say something, opening his mouth but then closing it in defeat. It was an obvious sign that he did not know how to communicate. And that was totally fine with me, I would not have answered anyways.