Freedom | Avengers Story

Part 6

As we ride inside the car, I admire the beauty that the city holds. Temples and buildings reach different heights, overall, towering over us completely, the sun unable to shine it's light. The structure of the place makes us feel so small, we are all practically ants. Gentle, vulnerable, little ants, with dreams as high as these temples.

These cars must be as fast as a chariot-horse. Before I knew it, we arrive at the place they said they'll take me.

It's breathtaking. The tower covers a small fraction of the sky as it shadows over us. A sign, carved and hung up high, reads "S.H.I.E.L.D". They possess such a height of a building, I begin to feel inferior.

They drive through small pillars of plaster, and stop the car in front of huge glass panes, which, I'm guessing are doors.

One the men climb out the car and open the door for me, creating distance as I walk out. I struggle a little, my height making it hard for me to exit the car as smoothly as I intend. Even my wings struggle. I slowly shift my right wing out first, before I injure it further. Once I'm free, I step foot onto the hard, grey ground, the texture rough against the soles of my shoes. They create a gravelling sound, quite unpleasant to the ears. When I fix my posture and straighten up, a man suggests I follow him, and we enter the building.

The interior is unlike anything I've seen before. Polished, white floors where the light beams onto it, reflecting off of the bright walls, too. More humans buzz around the place, however, as expected, they pause their daily work to give me unnecessary stares. I understand that I am an uncommon presence in their everyday occurrences, however, has no one told them that staring is rude?

The man leads into a small, box-like room, where him, me and two other men step inside. With one press of a circle planted on the wall, the doors slide shut, and I begin to feel the box move upwards. I remember the name of this. Bonnie told me it's called an 'elevator'. Makes sense, it's a box-like room that elevates or lowers to take you to another part of the building. Learning about new, human things like this is so fascinating. Sometimes I think that they live such easy lives with all these mechanisms and functions.

As the elevator makes a stop, the man continues outwards, and I follow him down this hallway with grey, padded floors, silencing our footsteps.

He suddenly stops, and turns to me.

"In here, ma'am." He says, standing next to a door that's wide open. I hesitate for a moment, wondering why he does not go inside. Thoughts run through my head. And I getting killed? Is that why he isn't going in? Am I going to be punished? Whipped? My skin being run-through with a knife?

My legs shake with every step I take. As I turn the corner, through the door, my heartbeat only increases.

It's the same people from the top of the building. The threatening part? All of their eyes are attached to me.

The man I saved from falling sits in a separate room, his dark clothing exposing him fully throughout the bright, white room. He sits, his hands and legs chained together, and he, too, stares at me threateningly.

The room is filled with silence. I don't know what they're thinking of saying, and I know, by the Gods, I can't say anything until they have.

"You." The man from the red, metallic suit starts. He wags a finger at me, strutting forward, before the man who had the circular shield throws a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

-"Tony."

Tony? A strange name, again.

There are other faces I have not seen. Another male stands there confident with his arms crossed, and next to him is a male possessing shoulder-length, brown hair, and his arm is...metal? Interesting.