BuckyBarnes//Purity

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Strange blue, thick liquid dripped into her arm through an IV tube. Everything was hazy, her vision would go in and out. The feeling in her body had left completely, numbness replacing anything left in her. Not even thoughts raced through her head, nothing actually. She felt she had drowned and her body was just sinking further into an ocean of darkness. Though throughout everything right now she did know she didn't like or trust the IV resting on her inner elbow pumping that odd liquid through her veins.

Hours past by her, still barely any progress made with the feeling of having her control over her body, her lips could move however, no sound was able to pass by them, making her unbelievably frustrated.

Another hour slipped by making her frustration turn into anger, though the twitch of her index finger made her let out a little 'yes!' in her head.

First her body gained more control over her index finger, then her middle finger followed up, after that the rest of her fingers started moving, and soon her entire hand was able to move around enough to lift itself up a few inches with difficulty and a bit of pain but, she's a big girl and able to handle pain unlike some little bitches she used to know... cough. Tony. Cough... unfortunately she doesn't know him anymore, really she doesn't know anyone not even herself.

Groaning, the red haired girl lifted her head and slowly tore the IV out of her arm, a huff of pain leaving her lips. Using her right arm to push herself up Freya rubbed her flushed face with her free hand.

For once she stopped and just looked around, thoughts began to race through her head. What the fuck? Actually where the fuck and who the fuck? Why do I hurt so bad, why do I have no recollection of anyone or myself? James. James. Who is James? Wait am I James? No I'm a girl right, James has got to be a guys name. James Barnes. Who in the fuck is James Barnes? Is he important to me? Who is me?

The freckled girls head began to pound with all the thoughts running through them.

Blinking rapidly, she used her left hand to press down onto the bridge of her nose to stop the oncoming migraine. Nothing seemed to help though.

Freya finally noticed the all wires connected to her and whirled around to rip them off as well, creating a loud beeping noise suddenly making her practically jump out of her skin for a hot minute.

The floor seemingly began to thud loudly with what sounded like footsteps, doctors and nurses in dark colored attire slammed open the door and walked briskly towards her. More confusion over took her when the doctors dismissed her questions and shoved her down, this action making her yell and shake, not only confusion but, immense fear rattled her.

Six doctors managed to press her down against the bed tightly with all the the strength they could muster up. She tried her best to thrash and scream but, froze when a large needle practically radiating heat came into view.

"Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck is all this? Get the fuck away from me or I swear-"

The dark haired doctor only shook his head and pushed the needle into her neck, creating her to scream and thrash even more, deep, burning pain searing through her body. Everything soon blurring and going numb all over, making her feel like she was drowning and there was no end to her pain and no surface to break. The pain was awful, her body felt as if it was melting into lava however, she couldn't move anything once again all her progress from before drowning with her into a pit of abyss, nothing.

Nothing.

She couldn't remember a single thing again. To her this all felt like djvü (lmao sorry idk if I spelled that correctly and was to lazy to check)

Everything going all felt like she was reliving it twenty times.

It was to overwhelming to be honest.

And she had this horrible feeling deep in the depths of her stomach that she lost something.

Not something I guess but, rather more a someone.

It hurt. It all hurt mentally. Badly to although, she really couldn't come to any conclusion as to why. For starters she didn't remember a damned thing except a name, it was a mans name and she did know she wasn't a man so it must not have been hers. Maybe that pain of losing something, maybe the name somehow connected with that feeling she had.

Second off, she had no clue as to where she was I mean it kinda looked like a hospital, but everything seemed darker, I guess scarier. The window had bars on it, jail cell bars, like that's normal for your day in day out hospital. So maybe it wasn't a hospital, or maybe it was a different kind of hospital, she didn't really know obviously.

Third she was strapped down, not fully but metal surrounded her wrists, ankles and waist. Now that she thinks of it, this definitely isn't a normal hospital, not one hospital she knows does that. That strange blue liquid that seemed oddly familiar also continued to drop down into her wrists, it hurt too, she didn't know why it hurt but, it burned like everything else in her body.

If it burned, why did she still feel like she was drowning?

A voice emerged suddenly snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Good afternoon."

The voice belonged to a tall man, short dark brown hair almost black, covered his small head. A white black dirty lab coat stained with what appeared to be blood and some other strange thing covered him, the coat reaching his mid thigh.

She also gathered he was Russian because that definitely was not english he just spoke, luckily with her being Russian originally she spoke it quite fluently, though she didn't know she used to be from Russia.

The girl replied quickly her defense systems in her making her press herself as far away from him as he could but, still managing to look calm.

"Why don't I recall anything from my life?"

The man only turned his head down to pull out a clipboard and dismissed her question like she never even asked it.

"Your vitals are very strong but, quick question, how do you feel?"

The redhead furrowed her eyebrows soon regaining her ability to speak again. "Confused. What the fuck else would I feel."

The man shook his head with a light laugh, making the girl even angrier.

The fuck is this asshole laughing at? This shit isn't funny at all, does he not understand I'm strapped to a fucking bed with metal and I can't remember anything? Dumbass.

"Look dickwad I'm not asking the world of you but, I would be a little pleased to know what is going on currently, and why I have no recollection of who I am."

"Little girl I feel it would be best if you stop acting like you are in the position to talk to me like that." The Doctor looked quite smug and calm as he said all this, the redhead wasn't having any of it and retaliated quickly.

"Sweetheart I can talk to you any way I want cause I'm the bitch that got tied up by I assume you asshats which makes you the bad guy here."

The man placed his clipboard on the table on her bedside making both their eyes trail over to the right.

He turned looking at her and walked as close as he could manage, leaning down he quietly whispered in her ear something she really didn't wanna hear or believe.

"What makes you think that you're not the bad guy here?"

The pale girl froze, not daring to make a move. Her thoughts began to race but, she didn't feel like a bad person. She felt good, not bad. So was this man lying, or was she just another crazy?

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