Is this a promise of more pain

I wake up in my cell, startled by the sound of people screaming. What is going on? I sit up straight and look around, for the first time in who knows how long the shackles tying me to the bed are annoying me. They keep me from walking around and looking out of my cell, to maybe get an idea about what is happening. The fact that those white bright lights on the ceiling are always on and there are no windows in my room ensures that I don't know whether it's night or day. I have stopped having any sense of time after the first few days being locked up here. I can hear another scream followed by the sound of an explosion. Oh god, not again. Gunshots ring through the halls, I have no idea who the people are that are attacking this castle and whether they are good or bad guys. If they will save me or if their arrival is just a promise of more pain. It probably doesn't matter because I doubt I will survive this, finally I will be able to see my parents again. I see guards running by my cell, they have no eye for me and they scream orders towards each other. "The Avengers have entered the castle, we must get the baron out of here!" My ears pick up the word The Avengers. I remember Strucker talking about those people a long time ago, I don't really know how much time has passed since then. I wonder who they are, it was clear that the baron was scared of them but that doesn't necessarily mean that that is a good thing.

I stand up from my bed, trying to see as much as possible while having limited movements because of being tied to the bed. Another group of soldiers run past my cell, but this time one of them stops and looks at me. I recognize him, it is one of the guards that enjoyed visiting me when I was sleeping to pump all of his frustration into me. He had always been extra cruel and I know he enjoyed it when he saw me bleed. The soldier moves towards my cell door and I just look at him, my blue eyes staring at him coldly. "You know, I have always hated you." He whispers as he opens the door and slowly walks towards me. In the background I can hear more gunshots, more people yelling but somehow all of the noises get pushed back. "People like you are unnatural, freaks. You shouldn't be allowed to live. Oh how often I have asked Strucker to be allowed to be the one to kill you, slowly while taking my time. Watch the life drain out of you." I don't reply, I don't think he expects me to after spending such a long time without saying a word, so I just stand there looking at him. If only he had given in to his urge to kill me a long time ago, it would have saved me from tons of indescribable pain. "Now finally there is nobody here to stop me, enjoy hell you little bitch." He points his gun to my stomach and pulls the trigger.

I had expected pain, but still it is a shock to feel it. I slide down to the ground, with my one hand being held up by the shackle. This puts my entire arm in an uncomfortable position, but honestly I don't care about it. Compared to the pain in my stomach it's nothing. While lying against the bed in a puddle of blood, I try to hold my belly together with my free arm. Yes I want to die but I don't want it to hurt so much. It takes a while before I realize that the noises have stopped. It is quiet, the so-called Avengers have probably left when they got what they wanted. I sigh, this triggering another wave of pain to wash over me and I softly moan. There is nobody left so there is no need to hide the pain anymore. Tears are softly rolling down my cheeks and fall on my hand, joining the blood that is already covering it. My breath is shorter than it normally is and I hope this means that the end is finally getting near.

Suddenly I can hear a woman's voice talking in the distance, she must be a couple of cells away from me. "So far I have found no prisoners Rogers, only dead subjects. I still have five cells to look through and then this wing is clear." She is quiet for a second after which I hear her softly laugh. "Yes, I am also looking forward to movie night with the group so let's finish this." I hear her footsteps slowly approach the cell which I call mine, and when she finally enters it I just lay there, looking at her entering the room. When she sees me, within a second I hear her say "Rogers, Maximoff, Banner, fatally wounded prisoner found! I'm in wing D, the last cell on the row. Get medical help here ASAP." After she finishes giving her orders she rushes over to me, I notice her short red hair, green eyes, and the black suit she is wearing. When she reaches me she puts my head up straight, softly tapping my cheeks. "Hey, hey little girl it's okay we are here now, you are save." I'm really not that little anymore, I think. She rips off a piece of the dirty clothes that I wear and I immediately flinch when she does this. "It's okay I am not going to hurt you, but we need to get that bleeding under control." I softly shake my head, no please don't… Just let me die. "Nat?! Are you here?!" I hear an unknown voice call out, the redhead replies with a "Yes we are losing her!" Two more people enter the room, a tall man with blonde hair and blue eyes and a long slim woman with brown hair and red eyes come into my sight. "Banner is waiting for us outside the castle, Wanda can you carry her out of here using your powers to keep her stable?" The blond haired man asks and within a second the brown haired woman appears next to me and softly touches my cheek, her red eyes looking into mine as if she was reading my soul. "I will." She replies and then she blasts the shackle around my wrist to pieces, picking me up and carrying me away. "It's okay milyy (sweetie), I've got you." After hearing these words I lose consciousness, and drift away from this world.