[Corinna]
Click click click.
What the...
Click click click.
With a soft groan, I slowly peel my eyes open but shut them quickly when the bright lights burn my eyes. There's a constant throb in the back of my head that seems to increase as every second passes, but I ignore it as I force my eyes open once again. When my vision clears up, the first thing I see is that my limbs are restrained by metal cuffs that are chained to a metal wall.
Click click click.
"I swear to god," I mumble groggily with a scowl as I clench my teeth, "if someone won't stop the clicking - I will."
I hear a deep chuckle from across the room and slowly look up, blinking as my vision slightly blurs from the shift in my view. When it clears, I notice that Mark is sitting on a wooden chair. His arms are crossed over his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, displaying the familiar flame tattoo on his right arm. In one hand, I notice a pen that he continuously presses on. His left leg is placed on top of his right knee as he looks at me with a neutral expression, mischief dancing in his eyes. He presses the pen again.
Click click click.
I grind my teeth together in irritation, scowling at him as I swallow back a string of curses. The corner of his lip twitches as he notices my displeasure.
"It's about time you woke up. I was starting to think I hit you a little too hard and cracked your skull or something." Mark comments, standing up slowly.
"I wish you did." I mutter, tugging my arms against the restraints.
"Now where's the fun in that?" Mark replies. "If it makes you feel any better, I didn't want to knock you out. If it were up to me, I would've just blindfolded you, but the higher ups didn't want to take any chances." Mark admits. He stops walking when he's a few feet away from me.
I look at him quietly, choosing not to respond. The urge to pinch myself is overwhelming as I stare into my supposedly-dead-boyfriend's eyes. Everything about him is just as I remember. The small dimple on his right cheek, his striking grey eyes - even his hair is styled the same way. It's almost as if he never left.
"How are you alive?" I ask quietly, frowning at him as I stare into his storm grey eyes.
He purses his lips, a small frown appearing on his face as he observes me in silence. I wait in anticipation, but his answer never comes.
"Now that's a question I'm not going to answer, Corinna." He replies, emphasizing my name as a smirk appears on to his face.
As my name leaves his mouth, a rush of memories from when times were simple, happier, and lighter flood my mind. The overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and longing seems to linger as I quietly listen to Mark.
"Rumlow told me how you were my girlfriend - how we'd been dating since we graduated the academy." He explains, taking a step back.
I try my best to wear a neutral expression as I silently wait for him to continue. I already know that I shouldn't get my hopes up, but I can't help it. All this time I thought I lost Mark - my best friend - the one person that I saw myself spending the rest of my life with.
Tears well up in my eyes as I can't shake the uneasiness that's in the pit of my stomach. Mark may be alive and well, but he's not the same person. He's not my Mark - he's someone else that looks like just like my dead boyfriend.
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shield | b. barnes
Fanfiction❝Go-go to hell.❞ ❝I'm on my way, but looks like you'll get there first.❞ ▸ ▸ ▸ ▸ ▸ In which a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent begrudgingly rises up to the occasion only for it all to fall apart. ▸ ▸ ▸ ▸ ▸ APPEARS O...