Joyce was staring at James.
"Don't do it!" She yelled, looking him in the eyes.
James turned to Ward, telling him he'd do it.
"But let me talk to her first..." He said.
Ward snatched the gun from James, giving him a dirty look, and shoved him forward. Joyce was shoved towards James, and they threw their arms around each other.
"I'm sorry." James said, trying not to let the tears building up in his eyes spill over and reveal his weakness in front of the Hydra agents.
"Let me do this. It's fine."
Ward grabbed James' arm, and Crossbones tugged Joyce away from the weakening Soldier. Joyce began screaming again, letting tears fall down her cheeks.
Crossbones tossed Joyce onto the pavement.
"You think you could really escape this? Even if your little boyfriend pays, so do you!" He shouted in a distorted voice, kicking Joyce in the ribs.
"You're kidding, right? I knew this would happen, that's why I tried to stop him, you burned son of a--"
Joyce was cut off with another kick, then she was dragged up by the shoulders, placed on unsteady feet.
"Don't call me burned, you stupid girl!" Crossbones shouted, punching Joyce in the face, knocking her back down.
Joyce struggled to stand.
"Don't worry, he'll put you out of your misery soon." Crossbones said, smiling evilly.
Joyce was in a Hydra prison cell, curled up into a ball. She ran the possiblities through her mind so many times. James was sent to kill her; would he remember her?
Her questions were answered when the door to the cell swung open, light flooding the dark room. A figure stood in the doorway. He had a determined look on his face, his green eyes staring at Joyce, and she registered who the man was.
It was James.
The figure kept getting closer. With every thudding step echoing off the stone walls, Joyce felt her heart sink. James was sent to kill her; he wouldn't remember her.
Joyce tried standing, she was slightly off-balance and shaking violently.
James grabbed a knife, wrapped his left hand around Joyce's throat and shoved her against the cold stone wall.
Joyce tried to say something, tried to convince The Winter Soldier that he was her friend, but his grip around her neck was too tight.
The Soldier had no look of mercy on his face, pure determination.
Joyce knew Hydra would want to make her suffer, but she just wanted it to be over.
James' grip tightened, and suddenly Joyce couldn't breathe anymore.
A sharp pain went through her side, and she realized she would die without James remembering.
Maybe it was over; maybe she didn't have to suffer anymore.