Respect HYDRA - Abby
I knelt down so that the woman would have to look down to see me. Her hands were still cuffed together even though she was no longer attached to the table, her face was still bloody and she was still smiling.
"God you don't look older than thirteen." She teased. "How old are you kiddo?"
I don't answer. She's trying to find out more about me so that she can use my own weaknesses against me.
But I'm too strong for that. HYDRA is too smart for such tricks.
"Listen to me." I snapped as I stood up, my tone becoming as sharp and cold as my father's.
"Right now you have something we want." I continued although it just occurred to me that I didn't actually know what she was withholding from us. Wouldn't it just be easier for her to tell us?
"And when we want something." I narrowed my eyes as I stared at her. "We get it."
The woman's eyes softenend as she stared back at me, her smile shifted into a small frown. "Poor kid." She mused quietly. "You've been dragged into something you don't understand."
Before I could reply, the agent behind her striked her again, making her head fall forward until her chin rested on her chest.
She panted heavily before coughing.
Blood splattered to the floor as she glanced up to look at me again. "You say we like they actually care about you." She continued sharply. "They don't. The second you are no longer useful to them they will throw you away."
My head pounded, throbbing in my skull as I tried to make sense of her words.
In the back of my mind, thoughts of my mother swirled in my head. The second she got pregnant they were going to get rid of her. She was of no use to them anymore. It was only because of the idea to give her powers that saved her.
That saved me.
Tears flooded in my eyes but I blinked them away before a cold laugh escaped me. "Now what would you know about being needed?"
My heart leapt in my chest as I smacked her, my hand striking her cheek, hard. The sound echoed in the room, sounding louder for me with my enhanced hearing as I shuddered.
"Now instead of lecturing me about whether or not I'm useful I suggest you start telling us what we want to know."
"You think you're intimidating?" She scoffed derisively. "You are a child. And behind all of those threats you are scared."
Her words came out slightly hoarse but I still heard her. I still felt my heart leap in my chest at what they meant.
"Shut up." I hissed, my tone as cold as my father's, a fact which terrified me to my bone.
It was bad enough that I looked like him, same brown eyes, same brown hair; now I sounded like him too.
I tightened my grip around the handle of the knife and leaned closer to her, trapping my emotions and swirling thoughts in the back of my mind as I pressed the cold blade up against her arm.
She flinched and for a second I felt like my father too. Someone willing to do anything to get what they want.
I ignored that fact.
Applying pressure on her arm, I dragged the blade downwards, watching in sick fascination as it created a cut, a small incision that bled out red, creating a beautiful trail that followed the blade.
"Something you want to tell us?" I asked her with a raise of an eyebrow. Deep down I hoped she said yes, already feeling sick to my stomach as I looked at the cut on her arm.
The cut that I had made.
"You're just doing exactly what they did." The woman laughed, the sound almost gentle as she stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "And because you're a child it just makes you look as pathetic as HYDRA."
Before I had the chance to reply, the agent behind her cuffed her hard upside her head with the butt of his gun. "Respect HYDRA." He said in a gruff voice.
She didn't reply for a few seconds, instead letting out a derisive scoff before she laughed. "Fuck your HYDRA."
I watched in silent terror as an agent grabbed a fisful of her hair and yankes her head back, exposing her pale neck.
With the knife he dotted little cuts all along the skin, creating bursts of blood that blossomed like flowers before sliding down her neck like tears.
Then he cut her hair, scratching the knife through it until clumps of it fell to the floor and her head flew forward with the sudden release.
"Soldier." Rumlow gave me a slight push forward and I continued to torture her, blinking back tears at every new and extra cut I made.
But my guilt didn't stop me.
I continued to drag the knife over her skin.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Making cut.
After cut.
After cut.