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There was nothing at first.
The warmth of your tank was soothing you as you rested.
Then there was pain.
An electric pain you couldn’t escape. Your muscles seized as you thrashed in your containment tank.
Suddenly you were falling forward.
Then there was white.
White and more pain.
Blinding lights.
Too bright and cold for you to keep your eyes open, you sputtered as you fell from your tank, wires ripping off your skin. The fluid that had been holding you upright draining into the grates below your knees and palms.
The lab was always too bright when they woke you, but something was off about today. By now you would’ve been grabbed off the floor to be dragged to the programming room. Your handlers never liked to let you come to before they could program you for the upcoming training session. You couldn't remember very many of them. They were too blurry. Burned out of your mind after each session to keep you compliant. The ones you could remember however had all been successful. You knew better than to displease them.
There was a ringing in your ears.
Waking always felt like your nerves being scratched raw with bright lights. You could hear voices, speaking rushed and quiet in English from across the room. Gulping down a large, greedy breath you tried to rub the remaining liquid out of your eyes, trying to straighten up for your handlers. Trying to bite down your nerves, bracing yourself for the electric current in the back of your neck.
The use of English raised even more suspicions. Your handlers almost never used English. You’d learned bits and pieces, enough to get information. They were having entire conversations. Blinking and squinting, your eyes tried to focus on the men in front of you.
A woman with red hair kept a gun trained on you. A red and gold robot with its hands raised stared at you from the other corner. You had not been aware there was a robotics program. How long had you been asleep? There was a man with long dark hair, a riffle held in one flesh and one metal hand, whose eyes were locked on you from a few feet away.
“Uh, hi miss, could you tell us your name?” A tall, broad shouldered man in blue asked, extending his hand in a manner too kind for you. You blinked several times before the recognition set in. This man was the enemy. You remembered the training. A monster with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Steve Rogers.
Captain America had woke you.
Before you could absorb any other details about the strangers in front of you, you lunged. Fingers outstretched like claws, wrapping themselves around his neck.
“Hail Hydra” you growled out before a pain in the back of your head dropped you back into unconsciousness.