Joana

She fired her gun, aiming directing between the eyes of the agents. She only took out nine of the over 30 agents there were. She reloaded her IMBEL Pistola (which HYDRA had stolen mass amounts from the Brazilians) and fired off nine more rounds before she had no more bullets let. 
"I'm out," she said to her companions as the agents continued to close in around them. 
"Well, we're three of the best HYDRA has to offer," Natalia said and glanced over at Joana with a smirk. "Let's give them a taste of their own Super Soldiers." 
I would love to be able to tell you that between Bucky's metal arm, Natalia's strength, and Joana's inability to give up, that they could defeat the room full of agents, but that wouldn't be telling the truth. Yes, they fought with everything they had, but everything they had wasn't enough. They did well for the first few minutes. A small pile of unconscious and and/or dead agents began to form around their feet. One agent who realized that Joana's leg was weak from Pierce's crowbar attack and took advantage of that. He aimed for her leg when striking her, which was enough to get her on her knees. From there, it was easy to hit her head enough times that her vision started going blurry. 
Joana, on her hands and knees, gasped for breath. Her muscles screamed for a release. Her knee pulsing with a sharp pain. She wiped blood from her mouth as agents shouted orders, her two friends fighting with the soul hope of surviving. She tried to stand back on her feet, but the pain in her knee was too much. The agents who had previously been attacking her now walked passed her, as if she wasn't there, because, in all honesty, she wasn't the main target. Once she had finally managed to get back on her feet, fighting off the pain that shoot through her leg and into the rest of her body, she realized how far apart the agents had managed to get Natalia and Bucky. Limping over the fallen agents, she made her way towards them, hoping to be able to close the gap. Before she could hit anyone with anything, five agents had their arms around Bucky and another four were pulling Natalia away. 
"No," Joana breathed. 
"James!" Natalia shrieked, her movements become erratic, hysterical, as she tried to get away from the mass amounts agents swarming her. 
"Natalia!" Bucky sounded desperate. The look in his eyes was familiar to Joana. She had seen it almost every day, a long, long time ago. The pain in her leg suddenly vanished, adrenaline coursing through her bones. She ran across the room towards the crowbar that was stuck in the wall. She pulled on it, begging silently for it to come loose. 
"James!" Natalia had tears running down her face. She knew what would happen to them if they were separated. She would never see him again. 
"Let me go!" Bucky yelled, throwing an agent into the wall with just the toss of his arm. "Natalia!"
Joana pulled harder against the crowbar. 
"Please. Please!" Finally, it came free. Joana let out a cry of relief. "Barnes!" She yelled. Bucky turned to look at her. She threw the crowbar as hard as she could towards him, hoping that if he had some kind of weapon, he could take out the rest of the agents in the room. 
"James!" The agents almost had Natalia out of the room. 
"Joana," Bucky said, having freed himself from the agents restraining him. They had him cornered, at least 20 agents surrounding him. "Please, save Natalia." 
She couldn't leave him here. She wouldn't. It wasn't right. This entire ordeal wasn't right. She shook her head once, taking a step towards him. 
"Joana!" He yelled, slamming the crowbar against the head of an agent. "Please." 
Joana clenched her jaw and curled her hands into fists. She nodded stiffly and turned to the door, where Natalia had her fingers curled around the frame. She would have saved Natalia from whatever fate was to befall her, but there was no time. Before she even made it to the door, one of the agents surrounding Bucky turned towards her, a gun in his hand. He fired it, the sound echoing through the room.
Joana froze. Everyone froze. Natalia stumbled back into the doorway. She stared at Joana in horror. Her mouth was slacked, her eyes moving from Joana's eyes to her stomach. That was the first time that Joana realized that there was pain in her stomach. She glanced down at her black outfit. There was a dark ring near her left side. When Joana lifted her hand to touch it, her shirt was sticky and wet. That's when she realized that she had been shot.
She fell backwards. As she hit the ground, everything sounded like it was coming through water. She saw Natalia's mouth open, her face trembling. She lurched forward, but the agents grabbed her again, pulling her by the waist. She heard Natalia screaming, but what she was saying, Joana could never be sure. The agents picked her off the ground and pulled her away. 
The last thing Joana ever saw of Natalia Romanova was tears running down her green eyes as she was dragged, kicking and screaming, from the training room. 
Behind her, Joana heard some kind of ruckus that sounded something like fighting. She gasped for breath, her hand limply pressed against her side. Her legs twitched against the pain. 
"Joana!" Bucky's voice sounded just like Natalia's- distant, water-like. She saw him slide into her view, on his knees. His eyes were scanning her body, as if he was trying to figure out the best way to save her. "Joana." 
He reached out to press against her wound, but the remaining agents - how many there were, Joana didn't know- hounded around Bucky, grabbing his arms and chest and waists and legs. He tried to fight against them, to get back to Joana, but there were too many of them, even for the Winter Soldier. Joana tried to reach out to him, his name just barely passing her lips. A high pitched shriek filled her ears as the agents dragged Bucky away from Joana. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the shrieking. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the agents pushing Bucky against the ground, holding him down, as a larger agent beat his face in. 
"Stop," Joana croaked, trying to move towards him. "Please, stop." 
She tried to roll onto her stomach, but she could hardly shift her weight without pain shooting through her stomach. She swallowed, her mouth and throat dry. Gasping for breath, she tried moving again, only to have her vision go extremely blurry. Her eyes fluttered closed for what felt like a half second, but when she opened them again, the agents were scurrying away, carrying an unconscious Winter Soldier. 
A few heart pounding moments later, men and women in white lab coats came running in. Just as they reached her, Joana passed into the world of slumber. 

When Joana woke up, she was lying on a bed. The bed shook just enough to inform Joana that she was in an airplane. 
"Where are we going?" She asked as loud as she thought was necessary. No one responded. "Where are we going?" She asked louder. 
"We're going home, Joana," Pierce's voice told her. "We're going back to Siberia." 
Siberia wasn't home. Where was home? For a brief second, Joana couldn't remember. Her head hurt almost as much as her leg and stomach did. 
"Where's Bucky?" She asked, keeping her eyes shut tight.
"Not on this plane. I'm not dumb enough to put him on a plane with you, Joana. I'm not dumb enough to trust you ever again."
Joana scoffed. 
"It was Salazar," she told him a few moments later. "Wasn't it? In the two weeks before his execution, you tortured him for whatever information he had on anyone. He told you that Bucky had broken his mind control, didn't he?"
"You're a clever one, Joana." That was Pierce's way of saying she was right. Joana felt the urge to laugh. 
"Even after I killed him, that sookin syn is still ruining my life," she said, though not aloud on purpose. She heard Pierce's laugh and she wanted to vomit. 
"That he is, Joana." She felt his hands press into her shoulders. She groaned as it shifted the pressure on her stomach. "Once we're back in Siberia and once you're all patched up, you and I are going to have a long, long talk about this." 
Joana nodded, only wanted him to let her go and take the pain away. He did just that. 
"Good." 
Joana gasped a breath and turned her head to the side, sleep calling for her once again. Before she passed out, she felt Pierce's cold, unfeeling lips against her forehead. 

"You can leave." Upon meeting the doctor in Siberia, she felt a strange sense of missing the kindness and compassion of Doctor Salazar. This doctor, Doctor Galina, was unfeeling. Joana could respect the way she got down to business without any of the daily talk Doctor Salazar would engage in. Joana knew that this was not a woman she would befriend, which, after the way her other friendships ended within HYDRA, she was kind of glad of it. 
Doctor Galina informed an agent using a radio that Joana was ready to be taken to Pierce. Joana sat on the hospital bed, massaging her knee. She knew immediately when the agent sent to retrieve her came. The most indicating factor: he was wearing sunglasses inside. Before he even asked her to follow him, she was standing, resting her hand across her stomach and on her wounded side. 
"Take me to Pierce," she told him. He didn't seem taken aback by Joana's brash tone. He simply turned around and walked away. Joana followed after him, trying to keep up on her still heeling leg and side. She tried to remember the turns they took, but she Pierce must have moved offices since they came back. She had been to the Medical Ward in Siberia enough to know where everything was from there, but not any more. When she turned, she expected there to be something from the Red Room. She was massively confused, as if her memory of the layout of Siberia had somehow vanished in the time she was at the Red Room, which didn't make sense to her, seeing as she had lived there for 20 years. 
When they finally arrived at Pierce's new office, Joana felt winded. So much of her energy was going to healing her body and walking that far really took a lot more than it should have. The agent opened the door and Joana half hoped that he would come in with her. Instead, when she entered, he closed the door behind her. 
She sucked in a deep breath. Pierce wasn't in immediate view. She heard the shower running in the bathroom. She stood, feeling incredibly awkward. She tugged on the sleeves of her long sleeved shirt and rolled her lower lip in her teeth. When the shower finally turned off, Joana straightened, lower her hands to her sides. Pierce exited the bathroom, sharply dressed in his usual suit. It was then that Joana noticed his age. He was just barely an adult when she had first met him, but now, he must have been in his early thirties. He had wrinkles on his face. His eyes were droopy, but no less blue. She could haven sworn she saw a grey hair amidst all the golden blonde. 
"Hello, Joana." He turned towards the mirror beside his bed. He fixed his tie. Joana dipped her head in response. When he turned back towards her, he smiled. "Follow me." 
Joana didn't want to keep walking. She wanted to sit down. However, she followed him out the door and back into the labyrinth that was the Siberian HYDRA facility. Pierce lead her through all the twisting turns until they came to a stop. He opened the door with a smug smile on his face. Joana's heart dropped to her stomach. If Pierce was happy like he was, she was about to be very, very upset. 
She entered the room. Her first thought was that it was a torture chamber. In the middle was a machine. She could only imagine what it was for. It looked somewhat like a dental chair, only there was a part of it that seemed to go over a person's head. Around it were tables with a multitude of things that Joana didn't recognize. On the other side of the room was a door. It had three locks on it. Joana could only imagine what terror was locked behind that door. Across from the machine was a metal chair bolted to the ground, much like the chair that Joana spent many months in when she first came to HYDRA. She turned backed to look at Pierce. 
"What is this?" She asked. He simply smiled. He entered the room and walked passed her. He stood in front of the machine as if it was his single greatest achievement. 
"This, Joana, is the price of freedom." She didn't dare question him. He looked back at her and motioned towards the chair. "Please, Joana, sit. Make yourself at home." 
She set her jaw. Every cell in her body told her that sitting down in that chair meant she could never get back up. Yet, not sitting probably meant much worse. So, she sat. Pierce nodded towards the agent still standing at the door. Joana flinched as she slammed the door shut and locked it with the sickening squeal of metal scraping against metal. 
The agent approached her and started to fasten her wrists and shins in the bonds attached to the chair. 
"What are you playing at, Pierce?" 
Pierce's smile kept. 
"Tell the Doctor we're ready for him," he told the agent, who nodded once. Joana couldn't hear him as he spoke into his radio. Out of a third door leading into the room came a man that Joana assumed was the Doctor. This Doctor was nothing like Doctor Salazar or Doctor Galina. This Doctor reminded her of the man who used to inject her with needles and force her into electroshock when she didn't obey. The memory of that man made her tremble. 
This Doctor unlocked all three locks of the door across the room and slipped inside. Joana waited, heart pounding, blood rushing, barely breathing, for the few minutes he had disappeared behind the door. She started to pull against the restraints, afraid of whatever he might bring out. Pierce bounced back and forth on his heels and toes, that awful smile still on his face. 

When the door opened again, Joana's heart sunk. There was no reason to be afraid of what was behind that door. It was only Bucky. But his condition looked terrible. His eyes were dull, bags hanging on the undersides. Water dripped from his hair. He was shirtless, but there were scars that Joana didn't remember ever seeing before. He wasn't walking on his own. Three agents had to carry him across the room. They promptly dropped him down in the chair. 
"What did you do to him?" Joana asked, her voice firm. She didn't take her eyes away from the broken man in front of her. "What did you do?"
"Oh, dear, innocent Joana." Pierce put his hands on the arms of her chair and leaned in close to her ear. "We haven't done anything yet."
Joana tugged harder against her bonds, not taking her eyes off of Bucky's deadpan face. Her heart froze when he turned to look at her, straight into her eyes. 
"What did they do to you?" She whispered. As she spoke, his eyes finally showed signs of recognition. A half smile crossed his face. 
"You're Joana," he said. She smiled. 
"Yes. Yes, I'm Joana." 
His smile faded. 
"Pierce says you tried to kill me," he told her. Joana shook her head. 
"No! No. I would never...I would never-"
"He also says you're a liar. I'm not to believe anything you say." 
Joana snapped her head towards Pierce.
"What have you done?" 
Pierce crossed his arms and smiled. 
"Just wait. It's about to get ten times more fun." 
Joana turned her head back to Bucky, eyes wide, mouth slacked. 
She shouldn't have sat down. 

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Wow, this chapter is a lot longer than the last few, what am I doing with my life? Who even knows anymore. I'm proud of myself because I finished part of my summer reading, which was a challenge. Yay, go me. 
Y'all are so amazing, you don't even understand how much your support means to me. Every time you comment, every time you vote, my day gets a little bit brighter. Thank you so very much. For everything. 
I have some ideas for Joana's faceclaim, but I seriously don't know. My two ideas are
 Meagan Tandy or Candice Patton. The gifs aren't loading so y'all can look em up on google images and you'll probably understand. If you guys have any other ideas, I would be glad to hear them. For Danika I was thinking Diane Kruger, cause she's awesome. 
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