Atlas has been part of HYDRA for as long as he can remember. He has been tortured, experimented and tested on. He is no stranger to pain, it's normal.
Until one day HYDRA decides to team him up with Winter Soldier for a mission. That was HYDRAs firs...
“I thought at least one of you cared about his health.” Pietro said, flickering his eyes at Bucky who stood rigid, eyes downcast. “we all care about his health, Pietro--”
“but do you really? Huh?” he said, almost desperate as he once again stood between me and them as a barrier. “you didn't see the way he was carried around, leash clipped to his electric collar as if he was a dog. You didn't see the way he was treated when he spoke! They would mock him, they would bring traitors in front of him to show what would happen if he spoke again. You wanna know what they did? Do you?” Pietro was breathing heavily, he was distressed. The man's bright eyes were filled with hurt and so much pain as he looked at the silent people.
“whoever the poor traitor was, would have a thumb sized ball forced into their mouth, their lips would have been sealed shut and whatever the ball was, would start digging in their throats until the person died of blood loss.” his voice broke, making me flinch at the horror of the story, what really made me scared, was not rembering anything he spoke of. Before anyone else could say something, he continued on.
“You weren't there when they'd fed Atlas raw steak every single day, you weren't there when they ran numerous tests on him, making him paralysed and so scared he wouldn't even sleep on his bed but under it.
“I believe I don't know the kid as long as Barnes does, but the time I knew him, he was already damaged boy. Don't force him to interact with the likes of you, let him come to you. You really think he would be comfortable with you lot all pressing him to speak? I had been traveling mere weeks with the kid until he stared chatting with me! Because he wanted to! So, you all better back off because the fact is, you can't force him. I won't let you. I already let him down once, I won't make this mistake again.”
The white haired man was so emotional I was having trouble trying to keep myself away from his vibrant emotions.
I briefly glanced at the others around the room. Steve's bright blue eyes were downcast, his lips in thin line as his posture was rigid. I could almost see the anger radiating off him, making me anxious at his massive form. Wanda was wide eyed staring at his brother, guilt written in her eyes as she stepped closer to comfort her sibling, only to have him step away.
Natasha was expressionless, as good as she was hiding her emotions, I could still feel them.
She was devasted.
And Bucky? Bucky was staring right at me, knowing look in his tired eyes. I looked away, unable to stand his burning gaze. “Pietro, you know Director gave us--”
“Stop it! You're no better then them if you keep letting someone like Nick Fury order you around like a pack of dogs.”
Natashed clenched her jaw as she spoke throught her teeth “its better us then him, Pietro. You know what he is capable of, at least you can guess. I don't want Atlas to suffer.” the red head hissed, taking all the angry looks Pietro was giving her.
“all you will manage is give Atlas panic attacks, you really think he would just start talking while you stare at him with your stoic expression and emotionless voice? Please Romanoff, you were supposed to be the smart one in this folk band of wannabe heroes.” Pietro said, venom dripping from his voice.
Nats dark blue emotion of hurt hit me in tidal waves, making me blink in surprise at how deep it ran into her heart. “And who allowed you to march into this interrogation, Pietro Maximoff?” Natasha narrowed her green eyes, the two looking as if they were born ready to rip each other apart. The air was crackling with electricity, making me place my hand over my chest uncomfortably. My throat was awfully dry as I flickered my gaze between the people.
“my humanity did. Which you lot seem to be missing from your awfully cool and badass spy community!” Pietros accented voice was once again, dripping with sarcasm as he stared at them all with venom in his usually cheery eyes. He was looking at them with anger and spite.
Steve cleared his throat, finally stepping in. “Natasha, step back. Pietro, calm down. Atlas, you alright?”
“Atlas?”
Bucky's voice, so familiar.
“what's wrong with him?”
“Atlas? can you hear me?”
“Someone call Bruce in!”
I was again, paralyzed, my chest hurt, my head was bounding and I couldn't feel my toes nor fingertips. “I told you you were going to give him panic attacks!” “this isn't a panic attack, its something completely different.”
There was not enough oxygen, not enough space. Too many emotions and too heavy expressions.
I could still hear Natasha and Pietro hiss and curse at each other. One of the two was going to attack the other any minute.
“s-stop.” I had no voice as I forced myself to say the word. Nobody heard. only Bucky who was kneeling next to me, a tear escaping down his cheek.
"Stop!”
A/N
Hey. Sorry you had to wait so long.
Also, this chapter is dedicated to all of you who go home from school/work and just cry, not knowing the reason behind it.
I legit just cried in school bathroom because someone told me "why are you such a shit. Can't you speak? Do you have d**k in your throat,huh?” lol, I know this authors note is so random, but I just felt like no ones gonna read it anyways.
So, until next chapter.
Question, are they like, really going to bring 'captain marvel' into A4?
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