You were a very curious individual. Always trying to take a peek at something or overhear someone’s conversation. You tried your best to somehow fill the monotonous life you’ve been living for years now. Not to mention, that you didn’t remember a single thing from before the moment you got locked up.

Just dirty tiles, freezing temperatures and some kind of old jumpsuits they put you in since you couldn’t call that clothes. And, you were getting cold pretty easily — or more like the Russians were putting you in these low temperatures on purpose, to experiment and keep you harmless. After all, someone with fire powers won’t use them if they’re constantly being frozen to death.

So, as you were often shivering under the dirty wall, with your legs curled up and hands pulling them tightly to yourself, you observed Ben. You weren’t the only person in the cell.

You didn’t think that you ever were.

From the moment you got taken to this facility, you’ve been stuck in the same room, with a man from the great land of the United States, who was only occasionally put in some kind of coma. He’d woke up, then they would experiment on him and after a few days, he’d go back to sleep. So, as usual, you watched as they dragged him in and threw on the floor. He seemed to be unconscious and you weren’t sure if you should check it or not.

Ben was… hard to deal with sometimes. When he saw you for the first time, he almost killed you on the spot. But as the time went by, he found you… not that threatening. He had to admit that it was nice to have some company in this shithole. You kind of made it better. Or you made him better. Or whatever the stupid saying was. But, most certainly, you made protectiveness kick into his mind as soon as he was around you. He hated the state you were in every time he saw you. He hated the state you were both reduced to… as if you were only a piece of meat to experiment on.

“Hey there, princess,” Ben rasped out as he began to gain his consciousness back.