I don't know what she's
capable of doing

But she's hurting me
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

SHE COULDN'T BREATHE, it felt as if someone was choking her. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and wait for someone to save her. But no one would, no one was there. A choked cry for help forced itself up her throat, and she felt a drop run down her cheek. It seemed as if this was the end of the road for her.

She strained her vocals but nothing came out, still she screamed, hoping someone would hear her. Suddenly, her body wracked with raw sobs and she shook like a leaf. Fright consumed every cell in her body, swelling them with terror. With every second she practically felt the rise of her blood pressure, but she knew that this was the least of her worries.

"Help!" She screamed her throat horse from her cries. "Thomas!"

She looked to her right to see the door was closed. She crawled to it and tried to open it, her bare hands pushing against the rough surface of the door. However, it stood stubbornly in its place.

Her legs started trembling, her hands weakening until she couldn't cling onto the door handle any longer and she collapsed to the floor unexpectedly. Her chest was heaving with massive breaths she could obtain from the little air in the room. And after several attempts of brushing off the nausea, her eyes tightened into a straight line of exhaustion.

Nonetheless, she was looking down at her feet, dwelling as her back rested against the wall, trying to swallow the lump in the back of her throat.

There was not even a window in the room. A shudder ran through her. Trapped. She was trapped. Melody was confined within the walls of the room,with a metallic smell hanging in the air. It reminded her somewhat of the smell of dried blood.

Momentarily, there was another minute of quietude before the next wave hit in. Her stomach started crumbling inside, while panic inflicted her abdoman as the door flew ajar. Standing there in the shadowy gloom of the doorway was a silhouetted figure, broad and unmoving. She cowered against the walls as if trying to make herself smaller, taking in shallow breaths, careful not to make a sound.

"Miss Moore. Everythings going to be alright." The figure spoke. It was a man, an older man. However, his words were just a white noise in her ears. Her heart was both racing and slowing down, and she didn't know what to do other than let him speak. Her head was thumping in rhythm with her sharp breathes.

She wanted to speak, but as hard as she tried, it was impossible to get a word out between her sharp and rapid exhalation and for a moment, all that left her lips was raspy nonsense.

"Please. Just tell me where he is." She whimpered, her hands digging into her hair as she sat curled into the corner of the small room. "My father."

"He's safe don't worry, Miss Moore." He walked closer, before he crouched at a safe distance in front of her. "Everything's going to change."

Suddenly, she was brought back. Snapped out of what she didn't know was a dream or a memory. Melody didn't know a lot about her past. Where there should be memories is blank space, like a soft beige wall bereft of photographs. So when she did dream, she clung to the visions, hoping they would trigger something. Anything, to give her a connection to her past.

"Doctor Moore? Are you with us?" Alexander Pierce spoke as he continued to search through the file.

When at last Mr Pierce turned, Melody wished he had kept his trance on the file. Deliberation was over. He had judged her already and in his eyes she saw only dissapointment. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard.

"Yes." Melody was mortified, frozen to the spot. She felt traumatized as she stood soaking in the cruel smirk of Rumlow, her head beginning to spin. "Sorry, Mr Pierce." She spoke as she looked towards the ground, attempting to hide her blush of embarrassment.

All she could do was stand frozen as she looked up in awe at his expression. She saw nothing short of disgust on his face, almost hatred, as his face reddened with anger.

"As I was saying..." He began, as he turned back to the soldier. "Nicholas J. Fury. I don't care how many casualties. Eliminate him."

"Now... Doctor Moore, a word please?" However, the manner in which he spoke the words showcased how it was an order, not an option.

Bringing her to the corner of the room he began speaking. "Need I remind you, society is a a tipping point, Miss Moore." He peered her way once again, his face resolutely unimpressed.

"I know, Mr Pierce."

"What he does, it's shaped the century." He spoke, as if he was a politician convincing her of his cause. "You have shaped the century. Your work, your research." Stopping shortly, he began once again. "You're not having second thoughts, are you Melody?"

She looked downward briefly and then hurriedly began shaking her head. "Of course not."

"Good. I know I can count on you so I'd hate for you to dissapoint me, Doctor." He told her before walking away with Rumlow.

He had a way of walking that made him seem perpetually in a hurry. His steps weren't long but they were rapid. Like a speed-walker without that odd twisting motion they make.

Walking over to the soldier, she crouched before him. Resting in front of him while he sat on the chair in the eerie room.

"солдат?"

The soldier bit his lip, eyes everywhere but on Melody.

"солдат?"

Then she moved closer with those eyes that look so deeply into his, "Hey, it's me." His breathing became softer, as the pensive look on her face began melting into a smile as soft as the morning light. His body squirmed just a little as his muscles relaxed. There was something about that gaze of Melody's he would never find in anyone else, as if in that moment their souls had made a bridge.

Melody slowly put her hand softly on the soldiers shoulder as a token of her sympathy.

She left her hand there and spoke with such a soft voice he felt her words calming him more by the way they were said than the actual words.

"Are you going to be alright?"

It was at that moment. When she saw the look in his eyes that the guilt came again to haunt her. After all this time it still cuts just as deep, its visits are more frequent and less softer in duration.

He nodded shortly, before looking down. It was those gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of his heart, as if neither it nor his soul would welcome a beat. Melody could see in his eyes that his brain had built some new walls with him so lonely on the other side.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, before anxiously checking over her left and right shoulder.

"Come back to me, okay?"

He smiled for the first time, and she almost had to look away, as if something that nice didn't belong in such a cruel and gray place, as if she had no right to look at his expression.

However, it was destroyed when they came. They placed him in the chair and locked him in place, turning on the electricity.

The darkness almost had his mind fully now. And as the electricity coursed through his veins and his screams over took the silence, she fell away. And his mind did the same.

Her eyes shifted to the side again and became glazed with a glassy layer of tears. As she blinked, they dripped from her eyelids and slid down her cheeks.

The regret would come to her in quiet moments, such as when she was going to sleep or stopped to take a lunch break. It would seep to the foreground of her mind and demand to be reexamined again. However, recently it was always there. Constantly. But no amount of analysis was going to turn back the clock. She was doing what she thought was right.

However, nobody knew she would sacrifice more than they would believe just to set him free.