"i knew who i was this morning, but i've changed a few times since then"

PART EIGHT:

Andrea's eyes barely fluttered open as she felt herself being dragged along a cold, cement floor. Her arms were limp, only being held up by the harsh grasp of The Winter Soldier.

She groaned as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She felt drowsy and exhausted, numbness being a side effect. With what mental energy she had in the moment, she assumed that her captors must have drugged her.

Her legs were scraping underneath her against the floor as there was no support for them.

Andrea lifted her drooped head slowly, attempting to get a look at the person who was currently dragging her along.

Her eyes squinted to see the image of a dark-haired man, his hair reaching about shoulder length. He had a stern and emotionless expression on his face.

What stood out most to Andrea, however, was the metal arm that she was being dragged with. There was a red star on the shoulder—

Andrea's jumbled thoughts were stopped there as she started panicking. This was The Winter Soldier and if she was in the hands of the soldier, she was in the hands of Hydra.

Andrea could not think straight, her mind was everywhere. With the new fright she was feeling she noticed there was someone missing. Maxwell Hunt.

He was her vulnerability, and she had gotten him into this mess. He was a partner to her on a mission, to get intel from Hydra. The mission took longer than expected, and through that time the two had managed to fall for each other only to be torn apart.

As Andrea's mind raced with thoughts of Max, as if on cue she heard familiar screams. They seemed distant, but they were still existent. Those screams of pain she knew would be with her forever.

Andrea was wide awake now, all drowsiness seeming to have disappeared as she tried to unleash herself from The Winter Soldier's grip.

Before she could be anywhere near successful, though, the soldier forced her into a cell to be held captive. To be held alone and away from the person she cared for most. Away from Max.

Andrea fell to the ground harshly and as she fell, the injuries from the previous mission becoming much more evident.

She picked herself up with all of her might, and banged loudly on the now closed cell door. "No! No! Please!"

She hated how she felt in that moment. The vulnerability and weakness of it all. She hated being weak, but in that moment she needed to be. She needed a release.

So, she let it all go. She let out everything she had pent up inside her. She couldn't remember the last time she cried, but it felt relieving.

Her fists dropped by her sides now as Andrea rested her body up against the door. Her sobs shook her body, and she tried her best to keep screaming for her captors to let her go. It was no use, though.

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The Barton girl shot up from the medical table she was currently laid on. She breathed in hard, examining her surroundings.

She looked around confused. She didn't recognize this place. It seemed like a room Tony would have built himself, the room being adorned with different sorts of technological advancements, some Andrea had never seen before.

The room was huge to say the least, and some of the walls seemed to be what looked like rock. The floors were black and white, random patterns following the white lines.

No, Tony's taste was slightly different. This was not one of Tony's medical labs, and it certainly wasn't an American, modern lab Andrea had ever seen before. She was in a completely foreign environment.

Andrea was frightened as she heard an accented female voice say, "Ah, the white girl is up!"

A thin, but toned dark-skinned woman walked up to Andrea. Andrea stayed sitting on the medical table, confusion evident on her face.

The girl walked up to her, a bounce in her step. "You're probably wondering where you are right now and I," the girl pointed to herself, "have the answer."

Andrea looked at the girl expectantly, signaling for her to continue.

"Well you are in Wakanda, and I am Shuri, sister to—,"

Andrea's eyes widened as she interrupted the lanky girl. "Wakanda?!"

Shuri nodded sarcastically, "Is that not what I just said?" She scoffed, "I thought T'Challa told me you spoke English."

Andrea hopped off the table, the girl's—Shuri she heard—banter becoming just white noise as she tried to gather all the information she was just given.

What about her brother? And Cap, and all the others she had just recently fought with? It was recent, right?

Andrea tried to move around more as she got off the table, stopping abruptly as he remembered what had happened to her wing.

She slowly lifted her arm behind her to feel for her injury, but her small fingers only felt the small indents of her tattoos.

She was bewildered, and Shuri just stood by with a look of entertainment on her face. She was able to heal the Barton girl within the span of four hours with her advanced technology.

Andrea turned to face Shuri quickly. She uttered our carefully, as if not trusting her own words. "How long have I been out?"

"About a week, give or take. Would've been longer in an American hospital," Shuri stated simply.

Andrea took in the information slowly. What made the Wakandan medical resources so different from the Americans'?

With Shuri's short attention span, she walked over to one of her tables, sitting down and playing with some of her advancements.

Andrea stared walking around leisurely, looking around more closely now. "So what makes your materials so different that you were able to heal me so quickly and efficiently?"

"That would be our ubiquitous amount of vibranium. Allows us to be technologically more advanced than other countries," Shuri responded as her gaze stayed fixed on her devices.

"Right," Andrea said to herself quietly. "So, you wanna tell me why I'm here, kid?"

Shuri whipped her head towards Andrea's direction. "Kid?!," she expressed in disbelief. "You're not much older than I am. In fact, you're slightly young for my brother."

"Your brother?" Andrea questioned. Her confusion kept rising substantially.

"Yes, as in the King. You know, the person who brought you here in the first place, only for me to deal with your constant questioning."

"Yeah, excuse me for having questions after waking up in a place foreign to me, only to be met with an unfamiliar face who's telling me healed me within the span of a few hours. I think my 'constant questioning,' is very appropriate in this situation, thank you very much," Andrea ranted back towards the sarcastic girl.

Shuri started laughing hysterically to which Andrea just looked at her as if she were a crazy woman. "Why're you laughing?"

Shuri gathered herself for the most part as she smiled, "I like you. You have spunk, definitely something to spice up my brother's life."

Andrea didn't know how to react. She didn't know where the said King was, and she was currently stuck in a room with a girl she didn't know. For now, she would just wait she guessed and try to get more information from the girl known as Shuri.

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[a/n] so i am in fact re-writing some of the plot of my story, after seeing Black Panther i decided it would be best. great movie, by the way, all of you should go and watch it if you haven't already! hope you guys enjoyed this part, shuri is one of my favorites. and sorry for the lack of updates:)