It came as no surprise to see how upset Roman was about his current situation. She’d been on the very same chair as he was now, interrogated with wires coming off her hands and head as they tried to figure out who she was and how much she remembered. She’d felt like a caged animal on display back then, someone who needed to be TIED to the table because she couldn’t be trusted when really, she’d been scared. Scared of everyone and everything that was happening to her...
“Roman, please!” She begged him when he gave a vicious pull to his cuffs, hurting himself more than actually achieving anything in his goal to escape. She walked closer, careful not to step too close despite every cell in her body yelling at her to hug him, to pet his head, to tell him that everything was going to be alright again.
“It’s okay, you hear me? You don’t have to remember anything now. Just ask ME. I’ll tell you. Come on, ask me. Let’s talk!” The only reason she was allowed to be here by her own was because currently CAPTAIN AMERICA was in a different interrogation room with Weller, discussing how he might be of use where Roman, his memory, and calming him down was concerned.
@thcenemy (cont.)
