Hydra's Widow

Chapter Seven

Just like Barton said, Natasha brought some of her clothes to my room for me to wear for the night. She also brought a cozy fuzzy blanket for me to barrow. 

Soon after Barton came in as he told me it was time for dinner. Of course, I nodded, but he dragged me out of the room, to the dining room. The big table accommodates everyone as they took a seat. 

I looked around to see everyone was making conversation, but I have no idea to what they were saying. Barton switches places with Rogers (who was sitting in front of me) and started signing the big conversation. 

"Thor was training today. Did you see what Wanda did to him? Natasha asked Tony," Barton started translating the topic of interest. "You mean how she blasted Point Break into next Christmas? Tony asked," I laughed (at least I tried to). 

Wanda Maximoff, one of Hydra's volunteers. She had the most fascinating powers I had ever seen in a single Hydra file. Her powers came from the scepter. No one knew how or why. The same happened to her, Hydra taught her how to fight, to use her powers for their gain. 

Sometime later dinner was finished, and I went back to my room. 

I went to the bathroom changing into the clothes Natasha had given me. The clothes did include a red shirt with a black widow sewed onto it in the middle and black shorts to match.  

I hopped into bed, curling myself in the blanket. 

It was a torturous test. The room dropped below zero. I physically started to shake. My hands and feet started to feel numb, my teeth clattering together. I only had on a tank-top with my combat boots and my leggings. The worst part of it all was that I had to be in combat to complete this exercise. 

I would have thought that moving around would have warmed me up, but that was not the case. The room temperature continued to drop. I shakily grabbed my gun from the floor, it was soon aimed at the target of the soldier. I couldn't hold my gun steady, the bullet ended up hitting the wall, which was the biggest mistake I could've made. 

The soldier left, as Rumlow walked in. I shook my head as he nodded and smirks maliciously. A moment of fear was shown on my face, that quickly turned into a feeling of guilt. Guilt that was caused by me failing my task. 

His hand strikes me across my face, followed by him hitting me in the back of my head with his gun. I bend over, as I tried to cover my head. He gripped my leg, causing me to forcefully fall to the hard concreate floor. He kicked me in my side over, and over, and over, until he decided he got bored. He leaves the room as I crawled to the wall to sit against. I lifted my shirt up to see the bruises he left on my fragile form. I let out a sob, soon screams left my mouth. 

I felt a presence in my room. I had no time to think about the sweat covering my body, or the tears running down my cheeks. I had to fight. Surely, it wasn't time for training or breakfast, no, this was a new presence. It wasn't a guard, or Rumlow. 

My fists were in the air, ready to strike first. The intruder came at me. I fired, missing the intruder's face by inches. The person touched my shoulder, softly. That gave me the advantage to kick their leg from under them, but they knew that was coming since they hooked their leg around mine. They weren't playing offence, they were playing defense, why? In a real fight they would be playing offence. Who is this person?  

I blink trying to clear my eyes of tiredness, but I do not succeed, I was also keeping tears that were threatening to fall at bay.  

I pinned the person against the wall, forcefully. 

'Pheonix,' a voice that seems similar said in my head. I back away from the person, to see if it was true. 

I wiped my eyes this time. My face dropped with pure horror; my heart is racing at this point. I knew I had messed up. Loki stands in front of me, still against the wall. 

'Oh my God,' I thought. 'How could I be so stup!d?' 

Loki stepped towards me with caution. I took a step back. He ghostly touched my arm, pulling me towards him. My body almost fell limply into him. Tears left my eyes falling onto his shirt.

 I should have care that I don't know Loki all that much, but I couldn't hold the tears back anymore. I should have pushed him away, after all, Hydra made us worship him, almost as he was the greatest thing that came to earth.  

The tears fell even more as I recall the dream I had.

When my tears came to a stop, I wiped my eyes with my hands. Looking up, I saw Loki's sympathetic eyes looking back at me. 

'You can leave,' I thought to pass on the message to Loki. 

'But-' 

'I'm fine, Loki,' I replied in thought. 

'Pheonix-'

'Please.'

His face seemed to have a certain look that I could have recognize anywhere, sympathy. I hated that look, the look of weakness, the look of pit, the look of a failed mission. 

In the end he took my plead and opened the door, before giving me a "are you sure" look. I looked away from him, after a few seconds I looked to the now closed door. 

In the morning I was awoken by a slight tap on my shoulder, which I recognized to be Barton. I cracked my eyes open to see why he was waking me up so early. 

"You're ready for our shopping spree?" he asked me in sign language. I nod, exhausted from the late-night incident. He quickly exited the room, while I got out of bed to get the extra clothes Natasha brought me, just in case. 

I got changed into one of her many plain black shirts she brought me, and her same many matching leggings. I walked out into the hallway, making my way to the main living room. I saw Natasha and Barton were the only one's up. For about five minutes they looked to be arguing over the car keys. None the less we finally headed out the door.