The Avenger's Soul

Escape Attempt #9

Billy's POV

I woke up like I always do. In the dark...in a cell...all alone...or so I thought.
As my sight adjusted to the dim lighting of my "bedroom" I became aware of the fact that my face was barely centimeters away from someone else's. I was staring into the most beautiful blue eyes and I couldn't tear mine away from them. The brilliantly blue eyes stood out in stark contrast to the colorless walls around me. They were unlike anything I had ever seen. In the haze of wakefulness, I couldn't stop my traitorous mouth from revealing this fact.
"I've never met anyone with blue eyes before!" I said in awe.
"Well then it is my pleasure to be your first, ma'am."  My eyes widened in shock as my ears heard the sound of sniggering. I can't believe I had just said that! I held my head down as I waited for the blow to land, but it never did.
When I realized this, my brain finally registered what my ears had. There was more than one person in my "room". I paled, that was never a good thing.
"What is your name, ma'am" the man with the insanely blue eyes asked me, his voice almost gentle. Why was he being so formal? And why didn't he know? I thought everyone here knew who I was. I looked at the man more closely. He was wearing some sort of suit that was red, white, and blue and his lip was split. Was he who I thought he was? I had heard a few of my guards talking lately about some man who wore those same colors who had been recently discovered. They talked about him with fear in their voices and as I continued to gaze at the man before me, I began to hope. Stupid, I know...but if this really was who I thought than maybe, just maybe, I could finally get out of here...
I suddenly remembered that he had asked me a question...but how should I answer it? Hydra's name for me only served to remind me of what I was to them...
"...My name is...Billy," I finally said. I could tell I wasn't fooling the man, considering I had just made the name up on the spot but he decided to ignore it, choosing instead to look over his shoulder. As he did so, I caught sight of the woman behind him, who was pressed up against the wall, nursing a broken leg.
"Is that really your hair color?" I blurted out. What is wrong with me!
"Yes, if we manage to get out of here in one piece, I might just be in a good enough mood to let you touch it," the lady responded with a grin. I looked down at my hands, trying to stop myself from thinking about how much I wanted to do just that. Seriously, what is wrong with me...
"Wow, Natasha, I've never known you to let anyone touch your hair. Can I touch it to when we get out of here?" I heard a third voice say. I looked over to see a black haired man who was completely covered in iron.
"Hell no, Tony! That invitation is for Billy alone." The flame haired women, Natasha, looked over at me when she said my name to confirm she had gotten it right but I just shrugged, barely remembering the name I had told them just minutes ago.
Then I paused and looked again at the man she had called Tony. Something about the iron was ringing a bell. He must be the one my guards called Iron Man!
"Are you actually made of iron? That's what they told me but I thought they were just messing with me. I mean if you are, how do you stop yourself from getting rusty?" Ok, all  this alone time has definitely made me go bonkers!
"No, I'm not, but I have something even harder, that never gets rusty, if you want to see," Tony said, winking at me. My face turned red.
"Tony!" Said a fourth person. "Now is not the time for flirting!" I glanced at the person talking. He was fiddling with a bow in his hands and I noticed an empty quiver slung across his back.
"What's with the bow, I didn't think anyone still did archery?" I asked him, curiosity overpowering my fear.
"Just something I learned from my time in the circus. I also learned a lot of of other useful skills, I can teach you if you'd like," the man said, wiggling his brows at me. I blushed a brilliant shade of red as I heard Tony mumbling, "I thought you said now wasn't the time for flirting!"
I looked at them all, my hopes rising higher than I had ever let them before. These people; besides being incredibly attractive, could potentially be just the help I needed to finally escape this hell hole...if I could just find a way to get my hands on the key to the cell.
"So...I told you my name but you haven't told me yours!" I said slowly, looking at the two blonde men.
"Forgive me, ma'am, my name is Steve," said the overly polite man with the pretty blue eyes.
"And I'm Clint," said the other blonde.
"...what are you guys, sorry, and girl, doing here? And who the hell are you? What's with the outfits?"
"You mean you don't know who I am?" Said Tony in surprise. He looked hurt and I suddenly found myself feeling bad.
"Sorry!" I cried out apologetically, "it's not like I, ya know, get out much...I'm either in here, the training arena, the lab, or the torture chamber/"love" den as I like to call it, depending on what - what they're...doing to - to me...", my voice trailed off as I saw the stony looks on their faces. "What?! Why are you looking at me like that, did I say something wrong?" I started to panic as I thought back over what I'd said. I mean, I'd said a lot of stupid stuff in the last few minutes - it was hard to choose which statement they had a problem with.
"No, no! You didn't do anything wrong!" Steve hurried to reassure me.
Before I could say anything else, I heard the loud echoing sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs. I froze, listening carefully and dreading what might happen next.
I was expecting one of my normal guards, but I didn't recognize the man who was currently unlocking the door. I heard a gasp from behind me and looked back at Steve. Did he recognize this man?
Then I saw a glint of light reflecting off of the steel bars of the cell and my face paled in terror. The stranger's arm was made of metal which meant that he had to be the Winter Soldier I had heard so much about whenever I was being threatened, and or tortured. But thankfully I had never met him. He was supposed to be cold hearted and ruthless, though from what I gathered, it was only because they had wiped his memory and retrained him to be that way. But while he was under their control, he was a major threat to me and I couldn't help but tremble in fear.
"Please, don't hurt me!" I cried, breaking my promise to not stoop so low as to beg for mercy.
"Don't worry sweet cheeks, I won't bite you, not unless you want me to!" said the Winter Soldier as he hauled me to my feet and dragged me to the door. I shuddered, in fear, though a small part of me got the feeling that he hadn't meant that in the cruel way the guards that normally made similar comments meant when they were having their way with me, but in the same tone as my fellow cellmates. What the fuck is with everyone today...
Not only had I never seen another prisoner other than myself at this base, but everyone was acting almost as if they liked me...it was bizarre. I used my free hand to scratch at one of my scars as I was marched up the stairs. Four or five of them were itching like mad for some reason.
The Winter Soldier lead me to Rumlow's office and kept a strong hold of me as he made me stand in front of Rumlow's desk.
"You've been performing surprisingly well lately, Angel, and I have had orders from our leader that you are to start training with a more powerful opponent. I called you to my office to let you know that you will start training with the Winter Soldier in the morning." I glanced sideways at the man next to me, not liking the idea of having to spar with a man who's mind and body weren't his own. Something of my defiance must have shown on my face, for the next thing I knew, Rumlow had gotten out of his chair and pounced on me, a sadistic gleam in his eyes that I knew was never a good sign.
"If you try any tricks or yet another escape attempt, I will let the Winter Soldier over here have his turn with you...I've heard he can be quite the savage when it comes to the ladies. I wouldn't want you to be too damaged for your weekly visit with me and the boys," I did my best, but couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my spine as Rumlow leaned in close and licked the length of my neck.
The only positive thing about this, was that it put me in perfect position to steal his keys that he always kept on one of his belt loops.
I hastily tucked them out of sight in the pocket of my torn and bloodstained jeans as I was yanked back towards my cell by the Winter Soldier. I held my breath as we approached the stairs that lead down to the basement. This was it, it was now or never.
I yanked out the keys and jabbed them as hard as I could into the Winter Soldier's flesh arm, which was currently wrapped tightly around mine. He let out a silent roar of fury as he let go of my hand.
I immediately ducked and aimed a kick towards his manly bits. I grinned in satisfaction as I made contact but groaned as I missed the warning flash of silver as he stabbed me with a knife I had somehow managed to miss.
Oh well, it hurt, but it would heal. I ignored the pain in my side and focused on sending bolts of energy down my arms and into my hands, which I then wrapped around the soldier's mechanical one. I leaned back as the arm sent out sparks and worked on pressing my advantage. 15 minutes later, I finally managed to knock the man out and make my way down the stairs, hoping no one had heard the sounds of our fight.
I fit the key into the lock and opened the door with a flourish.
"Saddle up you weirdos, the Cavalry has arrived!" I said as heroically as I could.
They all stared at me with wide eyes.
"Don't just stand there gawking! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"  
I waited till all of them but Steve had exited the room, but he refused to leave before me. Why was he acting like we were in the 1940's! Geesh, we didn't have time for gentlemanly manners right now!
But he was being ridiculously stubborn as he looked at me and waited for me to leave before him...so I finally gave up with a huff and made to exit.
I hadn't taken more than a few steps when the pain I had ignored in my side flared white hot and what with the addition of those scars; which were still burning like mad for some unknown reason, caused me to stumble and cry out quietly.
Next thing I knew, Steve was sweeping me up in his arms and carrying me up the stairs after the others. I squealed in surprise and looked at him with wide eyes.
"I can walk on my own, thank you very much," I said angrily, not liking to be touched; let alone, picked up and carried like this.
"I know, sweetheart, but you better get used to me carrying you!"
I was about to say something snippy back, when I felt a wave of exhaustion pass over me. It must be the stab wound. It took a lot out of me to heal and the Winter Soldier had managed to pierce me quite deep.
I struggled in Steve's arms, trying to stay awake.
"Sweetie, just relax, you're only going to hurt yourself more," Steve tried to tell me gently as he stayed back and held me protectively while Tony, Natasha, and Clint had it out with several guards.
I kept struggling though, wanting to do what I could to help them. It was strange, but even though I had just met these people, I had this strong urge to protect them and keep them safe...which I couldn't do if I passed out!
"C-can't sleep yet...p-put me down already! I h-have to, have to help..." I tried to saw through several yawns. But the blackness was too strong and quickly overwhelmed me.