So, I'm back again, sooner than I had anticipated. I actually wasn't going to post this until this weekend, but then I realized I'm going to be in a Benadryl induced haze, so it might be best to get it up while I can. This story is going to be different than what I've written so far. Those of you who have read Broken, you know what I'm capable of doing, and those of you who haven't, well...brace yourselves. It's going to be dark, in a different way than Broken, and it's going to be graphic. So if you're rather sensitive to graphic things, then you probably shouldn't read this. It's for your own good.

It does take place in the Soulmate AU, like I told a few people, there are going to be some parts of Angel that I'm going to use in it. Nothing major, just small plot points, details, things like that. And there aren't enough Sam stories out there, so I had to do it. My baby bird needs some love! It's also an AU as Age of Ultron and onward never happens. It's going to kind of divert off in a different direction. Steve found Bucky not long after the helicarrier incident, and they're working on getting his memories back. Everyone lives at Stark Tower, except Thor. I haven't decided how, if I decide to, put him in the story. He may come in later when things turn upside down. The world turned upside down. Okay, I couldn't help the Hamilton reference there.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. It's going to be kind of ambiguous at the start, but for good reason because things start falling into place and turning upside down (there I go again!) So just bear with me. Your questions will be answered soon enough.

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own anything you recognize.

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Anna crouched on the floor, breathing hard. She was shaking, clutching at her side where she had at least one broken rib. The man across from her eyed her with a predatory gleam to his otherwise empty eyes. His feet were silent as he moved across the room, Anna struggling to get to her feet. She was tired, and not nearly as strong as him. She didn't stand a chance. His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her to her feet. She whimpered, clutching at his wrist, waiting for the blow to come. They wanted her to use her abilities. They wanted her to hurt him, but she couldn't. She couldn't hurt anyone.

His punch came before she knew it. There was a crack and her face went warm, pain shooting along her cheek and nose. He yanked her back so she was staring at him. She looked into those grey eyes, searching for any sign of life in them, but they were dead, just like he was on the inside.

The door slid open as he landed a second punch, an order being shouted at him. He released her, her body falling to the cold floor limply. Two guards came in, dragging her from the cell. She knew her pain wasn't over. It was just getting started.

The guard threw her against the wall of her cell, knocking the wind out of her. She laid there pathetically. She was pathetic. They told her everyday.

"Get up." The guard hissed, driving his steel toed boots into her ribs.

She coughed, blood spewing out onto the floor. It was one stain of many in her cell. Everything seemed to be coated in the red substance, including herself. The guard kicked her a second time, a moan leaving her with a sob as blood dripped from her lips.

"That is enough, Aleksi." A soft voice said from the doorway.

Anna curled in on herself, wanting to be invisible, wanting to sink into the grime covered wall behind her. She could hear his shoes click against the concrete floor as he entered her cell. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him. The small, pudgy doctor only meant more pain for her.

He stood over her, adjusting his glasses on his face before he squatted down so she could see him better.

"You will not use your abilities. Why?" He asked as he examined her face. He asked it every time.

She didn't answer, avoiding his gaze.

"You were given such beautiful gifts, Annabelle. Why not use them to better the world."

They weren't bettering the world. They were a bunch of sick freaks. She didn't dare say that out loud, instead sticking to silence.

"You will not hurt him, Annabelle. He has long forgotten pain. You will get there too, someday." He squeezed her jaw lightly, making her wince a little at the pain that sparked up her face. "He is nearly perfect, and you will be too." He stood, staring down at her for a moment, before turning to the guards. "Prep her."

Her breathing picked up, and she would have fought them if she could have. They slipped her collar around her throat, cutting off her abilities. If she tried to use them...she wouldn't make that mistake again. The guards yanked her up, dragging her from the cell. She wanted to smack the smirk off his buggy face as she passed the doctor, but she knew that would only get her more pain in the end. Everything ended in pain, because with HYDRA, order comes through pain. And she was getting hers.

They forced her down in the chair, strapping her arms in. She struggled, fighting them every step of the way. She tried to use her powers instinctually, second nature when she was in a position like that. The electricity shot through her body, her back arching as a scream left her lips. She was burning as they strapped her down the rest of the way. Her other injuries were forgotten as she shook, still riding the after effects of the shock.

"If you would fight, we wouldn't have to do this." The doctor said, wiping the blood from her face. She coughed, blood pooling around her lips. "You will learn soon enough." He turned to the figure standing in the corner, metal arm glinting in the lights over her head. Lethal, emotionless killing machine. "That, my dear, is your future."