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Moscow - Russia.
4,666.36 miles From New York
When she was untied Daisy made the assumption that they were to go to another location and she was to be shoved and again into a vehicle and taken somewhere unknown to her, again, so when she was handed her bag of clothes and told with a gruff voice by her kidnapper’s to use the bathroom and wash up she was very relieved. The relief she felt at having a quick shower and letting the tepid hot water hit her gave Daisy a small amount of peace, she tried her best not to close her eyes and fall asleep and though she would have preferred to shower longer and have the water warmer, she didn’t mentally or verbally complain. Putting clean clothes on and stepping out she was greeted with the smell of food.
Sat in a chair far too small for him and table that had seen better days was her metal armed kidnapper. In front of him were 4-5 boxes of Chinese/Orietial take away food, the steam and the smell oozing out of the all over the room.
Unsure what to do, Daisy stood look at her kidnapper, her stomach begun to growl and grumble.
“Sit and eat.” Was all he said.
Not waiting another second she walked over to the table and started to look inside the boxes, the boxes were all the same size and all green labeled.
“There all the same.” Her kidnapper said as he reached forward and took a box and a plastic fork from the table.
Daisy swallowed, she felt worried asking what was all the same.
“Noodles and vegetables.” He said before he started to eat.
For a moment Daisy didn’t move, she watched as he ate and the way he ate reminded her of a person in prison, he kept the box and the fork close to his mouth, not losing a single piece and eating it as if it was his last or first meal. It might have been he noticed she wasn’t eating or he felt her looking at him, with food in his mouth his hissed at her. “Eat!”
With that Daisy begun to eat.
What Daisy could only guess was 5 mins her metal armed kidnapper had eaten 4 of the boxes, while she was still only 1/3 of the way through the one she was eating. When finished, the empty boxes in front of him, her kidnapper leant forward in his tiny chair and then placed in palms together, similar to a praying position and looked down at the floor in total silence. Daisy continued to eat her food, trying very hard to not make much noise, but gradually finding it harder and harder as she reached the bottom of the box. When finished, she placed the box on the table and crossed her arms over her lap and sat in her kidnappers silence.
Bitting her lip she said. “Thank you…for the food.” Then she too looked at the floor, she begun to noticed the long and scratches that stretched out all over the floor, some deep and old, some deeper and newer.
There was no response, which Daisy had anticipated.
Maybe the food or the fact there was temporary amount of civilness between them for the moment, Daisy said, without taking a breath before. “I remember you.”
Both were still looking down at the floor.
“I remember when my Father bought me to you.” Daisy said in a low voice. “And all the things my Father said you had done…you had done because of Hydra and him.”
From where he sat she could hear the sound of twitching in his metal arm as if he was flexing it uncomfortable.
Continuing, though a part of her wanted to stop herself Daisy managed to make her eyes look up at him. “I don’t blame you if you want to kill me…but can you just tell me why I am here? I have no value to you.”
Again there was no response, which began to make Daisy feel angry, she felt angry for all the strength and courage it had take to speak and nothing, she had feared the worst but instead, nothing.
“Please…Winter-!” Daisy started but before she could finish her kidnapper bought his metal arm crashing down on the small table in front of them and making the empty boxes fly up and the crash down on the floor. With the boxes rolling on the floor in their own state of shock of being thrown, the two sat in silence, even their breathing was equally silent as one another.
Unfolding her arms Daisy stood up, walked over to the corner of the room where the radiator was, and to where she had been tied to before, sat down on the ground crossed legged and said nothing. Though she wanted to say more, she knew that there was no point.
Staring down at the ground her kidnapper started to speak, his voice still gruff and croaky but not as angry as previously. “They called me The Asset, The Fist Of Hydra…when they woke me up, i never knew my name…just Soldier…when I started to remember I was swiped again.” Touching the back of his head and still looking at the ground he continued. “They put things in my head, plates that make my brain their’s, anything they wanted, I did, there was nothing i wasn’t capable of…the whole time, I didn’t know my name.”
Looking at him, her eyes were wide open from the shock that he was actually talking to her, that words were coming out of his mouth that were angry directions or instructions to her.
“Do you know your name now?” Daisy asked quietly.
Lifting his head from he looked directly at her, he gave a small nod. “Yes.” He said. “Its James.”
Both held each other gaze for a moment, neither one looking away. Swallowing the nerves she held, Daisy attempted again to ask. “...Why am I here?”
Still holding her gaze and this time with a voice which Daisy felt was more the person James that he was then that of The Winter Soldier. “You’re the key to getting my revenge on Hydra Doctor Pierce.”