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A Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier Fic - The Constant	By : TheConstant1944 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Captain America Views: 2391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eight
The Nurse - Taken

First, there is a pounding on the front door which is so loud that it wakes all of you.
Then you hear your parents rush out to the landing, and you follow only seconds later, grabbing a shawl to cover your nightdress, trying to put your slippers on as you hurry down the stairs.
The front door crashes open and booted feet enter. Two soldiers appear on the stairs. They are shouting for everyone to come down. They have their rifles at the ready and you know they will shoot anyone who gives them cause to.
Your father leads the way, shielding your mother, and at the bottom of the stairs someone grabs you and holds you by your arms. The man who is obviously in charge steps forward and looks at you. He nods to the soldiers and turns to your parents.
There are now four soldiers. They bundle you outside whilst your parents cling to each other. You hear your father ask what is wrong, what is it you have done?
The man steps forward and speaks quietly to him.
By the time you look back, you see your parents white-faced clutching each other. Your mother looks petrified. You don’t know what must be going around in her mind. Your father is pale, but his allegiance is to his wife and for this he must sacrifice his daughter.
He cannot look at you.
What have you done? What is this about? They must have the wrong person. You have no idea of who you have upset to deserve this treatment.
The man follows.
“They have been told to forget you,” he says, “you won't be coming back.”
“But...but what have I done? “ you ask, fear churning away inside you.
He doesn't say any more.
Instead, a soldier steps forward and roughly places a hood over your head, then they lift you into the back of the lorry. You are guided to a cold metal seat and the soldiers get in either side of you. Terrible thoughts run through your mind as to what is going to happen to you, and now it is not just the cold making you tremble.
*
The man stamps his feet. It is cold tonight, but they didn’t have time to let her get dressed. He is not a sadist and doesn’t want trouble. Doesn't want to have to order his soldiers to kill her parents. He steps up into the cab and nods for the soldier to drive. He made sure her parents realised that if they asked any questions or still remembered they had a daughter then someone would come back, and they would be wiped out.
It was up to them now. Follow his advice or die.
*
You sit on the cold metal of the seat, sandwiched between two men. The metal burns the back of your legs where your nightdress has rucked up, and you try to feel around to pull it lower - but one of the soldiers smacks your hand away.
You can see nothing. The hessian of the hood scratches at your face but you dare not try to remove it. Suddenly, something lands in your lap, making you jump. You realise it is a blanket, rough but warmer than the cold air caressing you. You want to say thank you but you have no voice, your mouth is totally dry.
You huddle up as best as you can and try not to think about anything.
You only realise they are not going to kill you when you are pulled from the truck, and the hood is removed.
You are inside some type of military camp. Even though it is still night, soldiers are moving about and training and you glimpse buildings, lights full blaze and assault courses. You see all of this before you are hustled up some steps and into a building that is isolated from the others.
You have done nothing wrong.
It is your abilities they have recruited you for. They need an English-speaking nurse and that is why you have been selected. In fact, you were recommended by the director of your local hospital. He had no idea of what would happen to you. He thought he was doing you a favour.
A serious-looking military man has been telling you this, and you listen to him in a daze. He is somewhat disturbed by the fact you are in a night gown and shawl, and sends a soldier away to find you some clothes. A pair of trousers and shirt are given to you, and it seems unreal when the man turns his back on you - seeming to indicate you are to change into them there in his office. You put the clothes on over your nightdress quickly. They are too big, but they cover you and for that you are grateful.
After he has advised you that the work you will do here is secret, and that should you be found unsuitable you will forfeit your life, he has you marched away.
You follow the soldiers in a daze, too scared to ask where you are going. They stop by what appears to be a locked, full length, double-door cabinet. One of the soldiers reaches behind it and the cabinet swings away from the wall. You are led into a corridor.
From there you are then taken down into a complex by elevator. When you are hustled out you are in another long corridor. To your right is a locked gateway with armed guards who stare at you, rifles in hand.
You are pulled to the left, and taken down the corridor. You are pushed into a darkened dormitory where there are other people sleeping, and no-one wakes to show any interest in you at all. One of the soldiers accompanying you shows you to a bed and indicates that you are to sleep there. It has already been made up with blankets and sheets, and there is a small bedside lamp lit which indicates they were expecting you.
He advises you that there is bathroom at the end of the room, and that you are to use it and then sleep. You are not to attempt to leave the dormitory. Someone will come for you in the morning.
He leaves, and you are left in this small pool of light. You carefully pick your way over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and feeling for a light switch. You are worried about being in there for too long so you are quick, and then make your way back to the bed.
You are sure you are not going to sleep, Your thoughts are all over the place. This morning you were a nurse working at the local hospital, and now you are a nurse working God knows where again. You are so tired and frightened by now that all you can do is curl up into a small ball and without any more thought, you unexpectedly fall asleep.
This has always been your mind's way of protecting itself.
*
Over the next 24 hours you learn you are there to look after one patient. The eight other people in the dormitory are a mixture of nurses and orderlies, men and women sharing the same space. You will work in an eight hour rotation with them. They seem to be an unfriendly bunch, and you cannot imagine trusting any of them.
One of the nurses gleefully tells you that the patient has already killed an orderly who was helping to take his blood. As soon as you press her to tell you more she is told to shut up by the other nurses.
“Let her find out about the pig animal for herself,” they say.
She shuts up and refuses to say any more, but at least you have learnt that the patient is male.
One of the orderlies, a young man you hadn't noticed until now, tells you softly not to worry. Whilst he is not over friendly, he is also not unfriendly, and you nod your thanks to him.
Over the course of the day you are initiated into the running of the complex below the camp, and where and what you can do. It is deeply impressed on you what you cannot do and where you cannot go. You are given a shift rota but told that you may be needed to work out of the rotation if the doctors require it, because you are mainly here for your ability to act as a translator.
You are given clothes and footwear, told where to eat, how to order anything you need for personal use, where to wash your clothes, all the mundane living arrangements.
It is made more than obvious that it is a permanent situation and you realise that most of the time, if not all of the time, you will spend underground.
That night you are exhausted. It is the stress of the situation and the realisation that you are so totally alone.
Your duties are to start the following day.
You know nothing of the patient you are going to meet, except that he is male and a killer. You do not even really know what is expected of you. Your basic duties were explained to you - you are to look after this one patient, but you are not told who it is or what is wrong with him, although you ask. There is a terrible secrecy surrounding him and you are nervous of pushing to find out any more as it is obvious your life is worth nothing to them. You can always be replaced.
That night, when you are in your bed listening to the snores of the others, you cannot sleep. You feel sick, frightened, what if you do something wrong and do not know? What if you end up somewhere you are not supposed to go? You know your fears are probably worse than they are because of the uncertainty, that by this time tomorrow you should know so much more. If the patient is so dangerous and has killed, will he kill you? What is wrong with him? Why does he need a nursing staff? Who is he?
And your mind asks the most important question at last. 'Does it really matter? Does it really matter if I die?'
You already know the answer to that.
No, it doesn't matter. Anything has to to be better than the state of suspension you had been living in since you came home.
Anything.
Or so you thought.
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A Bucky Barnes Winter Soldier Fic - The Constant