Jayden :D

One of the earliest memories you remember was being carried out your room by your mum after you had a nightmare. She used to sit you down on the couch, bring you a big glass of warm milk and a cookie, and put on one of those silly cartoons to take your mind off the icky feeling of the nightmare.

You also remember hugging her leg as she made your favourite speghetti, which's smell you still remember. You remember her kissing your cheek and praising you when you had drawn a picture of her and you under a rainbow.

And one of the last memories of your mom was her holding you, whispering reassurance in a pained tone while she bled to her death. You don't really remember much after that. You have a vague memory of being fed mashed potatoes in a police station.

What you don't remember was how HYDRA had captured you. You remember the first time in your cell, crying because it was scary and dark. you don't remember how that fear, turned into a unacknowledge discomfort. You don't remember what you were being given to eat everyday but you remember that you ate.

You remember one of the nurses pitying you when they first sat you in the chair. How she slipped you a tiny chocolate without anyone knowing. You remember the sweetness of the chocolate. you remember how they had show you her hanging body. How they had forced you to look despite the waves of nausea crashing over you. How they said that it was your fault. You remember how a slight numbness crept into your heart.

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The first thing you register was the bone deep ache across every inch of your body. You tried to open your eyes, but they felt heavy. It was obvious you were under the influence of some drug, you could've figured out what it was it your head wasn't swimming all over the place.

Since you couldn't really see, you had to rely on your other senses. You could hear a steady beeping of a machine. A timer? You thought, but the beeps came with short intervals. It sounded more like a pulse. A heartbeat. A vital monitor.

You smelt the suffocating smell of some sort of medicine. You couldn't pinpoint what it was due to the combination of different types of them.

You could feel something press onto your chest. Something against your mouth. Something against you wrists and ankles. You tried to move them, but they were as motionless as your eyelids.

Panic set in slowly. You tried to make sense of what was happening. You knew that you were currently under the influence of a drug, and in some sort of health care setting. The weight on your face must be a oxygen mask, and the things on your limbs must be restraints. You tried to remember what had happened before you ended up like this, but it felt like something was pulling you in. Before you knew it, you had already fallen unconscious.

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You don't realise that you were awake again until you heard some voices. "How is she holding up?" One asks. It seems to be a man. "She's healing fast, probably due to the serum." Said another, a female. It also seems that the drugs affects were wearing off as now your eyelids didn't feel like heavy weighted blanket. Slowly opening them, the first thing you register was the harsh white celing light above your face. Wincing, you close your eyes for a moment before blinking them open again.

You tug your arms and realised they were bound. looking down a bit, you could clearly see that you hands were cuffed to the bed-railing. When you look further down, you see one of your leg tied and another in a cast.

It was broken about a month ago after you had tried to escape. One of the HYDRA agents had twisted and broken your leg as a punishment. They waited for a week for it to heal and since it wasn't set right nor put in a cast, it obviously didn't heal. You remember sitting on the uncomfortable examination table as the doctor had informed you that they were going to amputate your leg and replace it with a metal one in two weeks. You remember giving a small nod, knowing no one cared if you were okay with it or not.

You're startled out your thoughts as two people walk in suddenly. One was wearing a white coat, short black hair, looked like a woman and the other was a tall white man. You'd recognise that face anywhere. It was the same face HYDRA had made you hate from a young age. Steve Rodgers. When you met his face, your forehead started to hurt, from both the bright lights and the sudden rush of memories.

You were sitting in your HYDRA cell, on the bed. Your feet barely touched the ground, even with the super- soldier serum, you were quiet short. You remember the alarm blaring, the locks on the cells being overdriven, other prisionors fighting the guards. You tired to throw a punch, but the guard had shot you straight in the stomach. You remember falling to the ground, everyone running past you. No one saved you. Then you remember someone coming, lifting you and carrying you in a fireman lift. You slowly lost consciousness soon after that.

The piece fall into place. The HYDRA base your were kept in was raided. You were shot, and someone had saved you. And that someone seemed to be Captain America himself according to your disoriented memory. And now you're tied to the hospital bed in a place which seems to be Avengers tower. You could tell by the car honking coming from the streets below.