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Losing the Passion - angst/fluff (p2)

you stood up once again, walking to the bathroom. 

forth time you had tried to sleep and couldn't

unsure what it was, maybe the bed, maybe the door you had closed a little while back. 

regardless you knew one thing that seemed to help. a hot shower

no matter what you still felt disgusting. you could walk, not without your little limp. you were running hot and you felt the filth of hydra still on you, down to your bones. no matter the temperature of the water, nothing seemed to cleanse you of this horrible feeling that clung to you. but you would try again.

turning up the heat, you slipped underneath the head, letting it hit your upper back and flow across your skin

you scrubbed at the scars that had formed, the wounds now fully sealed and nearly every bruise had disappeared. it was almost like you weren't ever there. like you hadn't left this apparent home of yours

but you had.

you washed your hair again, conditioning as well. you took the bar of soap, scrubbing your skin until it was red, wanting nothing more than to feel clean, feel like yourself. even if you didn't know who that was

you turned, grabbing the soap and lathering up your hands before stepping under the water, washing the bottom half of your face. you took in a deep breath, preparing yourself to actually close your eyes once more

you scrubbed the rest of your face, glancing around the room before closing them

"GET HER OUT OF HERE NOW!" he barked, the gun pointed at your head as he stared at someone else. she was hurt, beaten to a pulp practically. she seemed.... dead

"sir where-"

"dispose of her." he growled, turning back to you "state your name"

"experiment two nine seven four sir" your voice nearly wavered, trying your hardest to hold the blank stare to avoid getting wiped again

"what was that?"

"e-experiment two nine seven four" you repeated

"she stuttered. wipe her."

"NO PLEASE, I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW WHATS HAPPENING PLEASE! ILL DO ANYTHING!"

"you'll do this then" 

you took in a deep gasp, opening your eyes as your own screams echoed in your ears, was it possible the showers walls were tightening? shrinking? trying to crush your very soul??? no, impossible right? right?

you quickly stepped out, falling against the wall naked as you struggled to catch your breath. 

your eyes darted around the room as you struggled, unable to comprehend and recognise your surroundings

you glanced towards the toilet, starting to list off things you could see and identify. 

the toilet

the shower head

shelves with folded towels

shower mat

the sink

"well what are you up to handsome?" 

"getting ready to take the most beautiful woman out for dinner" he grabbed your hips, pressing soft kisses on your neck

"well who's the lucky lady?" you grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his lips