Marvel Imagines

Steve

You have been laying in the snow half conscious for about a day. And he hasn't come back for you. They haven't comeback for you.

All you know it that you can't feel your arms.
"Steve..." You cry out looking up at the empty train tracks you fell from.

You watched as your two best friends tried to save you. But they didn't. And now they left you. Do they even care? Of course they do! But why haven't they come?

"Oh you poor little girl. Get her." You hear. You see four men dressed in black carry you away from your spot. You look at yourself and you don't have either of your arms.

You faint from blood loss.

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You wake up. "Where am I?" You speak a loud.

"Ah. Soldier. You're awake." You hear a raspy voice speak.

"W-Who are you?" You manage to spit out.

"I am your doctor. I watch over you. Now we have to get you stitched up again." He speaks lowly.

You nod and get up. You follow him.

You see a big silver chair. You guess you are supposed to sit there and you do.

The doctor straps your arms and legs to the chair. Your heart pounds fast in your chest.

The machine wraps itself around your head and they shove a bullet between your teeth.

"Don't worry. You'll be fine." The doctor fake smiles at you.

Pain shoots through your head and it feels as if your brain is turning into a puddle of mush then back into itself. You scream. It's painful.

You black out from the pain only to wake up to someone stitching metal arms to your stubs.

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You sit in the same chair. Dressed. You don't remember how you got there. The doctors circle you and you frown. Slightly.

"Longing," The doctor begins speaking in Russian.

You shake your head. "No."

"Rusted,"

"Stop!" You cry.

"Seventeen,"

"Please stop!"

"Daybreak," He still continues.

"Furnace,"

You try to rip your arms from the restrains.

"Nine,"

"Benign,"

"Homecoming,"

"No! Stop!" You scream.

"One,"

You are now broken out of your restraints. You are on one knee.

"Freight Car."

You slowly stand.

The doctor speaks in Russian. "Soldier?"

You speak back in the language. "Ready to comply."

He pauses a bit unsure but continues.

"Mission report: December 16th, 1991."

You lock eyes with him and he holds two files up to your face. A blonde with short hair and a brunette with long hair. "Kill them."

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NewYork
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You are currently fighting the two men. The brunette man is badly injured on the ground and you are still fighting the blonde.

You clutch your two bullet wounds in your lower abdomen.

"(Y/N)?" You see the brunette look up at you with happy eyes.

"Wait- (Y/N)?! You're alive!?" You see the blonde holler.

They are standing and slowly walking towards you. You hold your pistols up at them. But you don't shoot.

They examine your arms from far away.

"(Y/N)..." They both say at the same time.

You furrow your brows, confused. "Who the hell is (Y/N)?"

You see the man with short blonde hair instantly frown.

Who are these people? Do they know you? Are you supposed to know them? All you know is that they are your mission and you have to kill them now.