Chapter 9
The man you see isn't Bucky.
He's the Winter Soldier.
You feel yourself getting colder.
There's a sinkhole in your gut, one that can't be mended, and you feel numb.
"Your powers."
Shocked, you stare at them.
"Pardon me?"
"We want you to use your powers on missions."
"What makes you think I'll do that?" You spit. "Just mind wipe me like your precious asset, then."
He glared at you coldly. "We are afraid you might lose some.... valuable information. Instead, we offer you a more peaceful solution. Do as we say, and you will not get hurt."
"You think I'll say yes?!" You shout. "I'm Tony Stark's goddamn daughter!"
You feel the emotions rushing in again. You feel yourself getting lost in them, getting drowned in them. You feel the depression whispering things in your ear again.
It's coming back.
His gaze regarded you coldly. "Oh, this path will be painful for you, Miss Stark."
"I don't give a shit if it's painful for me!" You snap, and that's when you lose it- using Nat and Capsicle's training, along with Hawkeye's classes, you swing yourself over the desk and lock your long legs around his neck. His nails rake at your skin, but you don't care. You just want to snap it.
You're almost there when a cold metal arm grips the back of your shirt and tears you off the Captain.
Bucky.
Or rather, not.
He throws you back in your seat. Helping HYDRA. Helping the enemy.
"Oh, god, please tell me you remember...." You plead with him.
He just regards you with cold, dead eyes, and you cry.