The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 25

I bit back a scream as the hot metal pressed into my arm, and I could smell my burning flesh. I could barely see through the tears in my eyes, but the bright white evil smile was glaring above me. It was finally pulled off, taking skin with it and I whimpered. Then, without warning, it was pushed into my other arm, and I couldn't help it. I screamed. And he was laughing. It stayed there, making my flesh cook and when it was finally pulled away, I collapsed, my energy gone. Then I saw him pull out a knife, and shuffle toward me, laughing manically. He pulled my face up, and held up the knife. No. I knew what he was going to do, and as much as I could prepare myself, it didn't help. He cut, painfully and slowly, from the corner of my eye, to my chin, matching the one on the other side of my face, from my lip to my chin. Then he puked out a needle, not very big, and punched it into my arm, injecting some liquid. Giving me a swift kick to the ribs, he walked out, and left me there to get carried out and back to my room. I was thrown in, there was no such thing as sympathy here. You either did what you're told without question, or die. Ok let's run over injuries. Gaping, burning flesh wounds on both forearms, multiple cuts and bruises, and the slit on my face. I'm pretty sure a couple ribs were bruised, but I couldn't do anything about that now. I lay on the floor in a heap, not being able to move. Then every biting started to burn. My muscles tensed, an unearthly sound came out from my throat, and I gasped for air. It was pure pain, and I didn't know why. It eventually stopped, and I lay on the cold, hard ground, in even more pain than before.

Nat's POV
We all walked around the mountain, trying to find this stupid Hydra base. We'd been searching for an hour, but there was no way I was giving up, not when we were this close. I slouched through the trees, making sure to keep a low profile. If there were any agents, that was great, it meant we were very close, but it was also bad, because it would alert everyone to our presence. I wasn't looking where I was walking, and tripped. My hands flew out in front of me, and I tried to catch myself, but the ground beneath me opened, and I managed to grip to the side of the hole.

"Well I found it."

"Great where?"

"Don't you have a tracker Tony? Also hurry up or I'm going to fall." It wasn't long before everyone came running.

"Well how'd you get down there Nat?"

"Shut up and get me out of here." I was pulled up by Steve and brushed myself off. "Found the opening, you're welcome." I looked down into the seemingly endless pit.

"So who's going first?" Tony asked.

"How about you?" I suggested.

"Hah, that's a funny joke."

"Well we need someone who can either fly or hang." Steve pointed out. I ran over the options in my head. Tony, who could carry someone with him, but was loud and clunky. Thor, who would most likely shout and alert them. Wanda, who was a good choice, but would be glowing. And lastly Peter. Small, agile, quiet, is most likely not to get caught. But we couldn't send him down there, he was just a teenager.

"Me." Peter said as I came to the realization.

"No." Tony immediately protested.

"It's the best way. He's quiet, agile, small. It's our best bet." I argued.

"But what about-"

"Nope."

"Th-"

"No." Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and quietly said,

"Fine." I smiled a little at my victory, and we all
got the old together. Peter was going to lower himself down, try to find a way to let us down, and then we would search for Amelia. Let's just hope nothing goes wrong.

Amelia's POV
I couldn't move. There was too much pain. I just lay, on the cool, cement ground, curled up in a ball. My arms were throbbing, and still burning, and my face stung, my ribs aches and I wished that I was dead. None of this would have happened if I had died that morning. Dobie and Shoe wouldn't be dead. The avengers wouldn't even have had to come after me. They wouldn't know about me. Everything would be so much easier, if I were dead. Thoughts ran through my head, cluttering my senses, I clutched it, trying to eliminate the noise. I lay there, not moving a muscle, and then I heard the door creak. I moved my head just slightly until I could see who was at the door. It was Ma. Her hair was still in her signature bandana, but her face was creased with worry.

"Oh A." I winced as she touched my ribs, feeling for broken bones. "None broken, that's good." She winced as she saw my arms and face.

"Ma." I managed to groan out. My voice was scratchy and I sounded like I was dying. Her face lit up.

"You finally called me Ma." I smiled, more of a grimace but I tried. "Listen. You stay here, don't you dare move." She then walked out, leaving me there. I ran over her words again. Stay here. Yeah right, that sounded like a challenge. I moved so I was lying in my stomach, probably not good for the ribs but whatever, and propped myself on bended arms. Then I pushed up, groaning as I stood up, and fell against a wall. I pushed myself back up, and stood on my shaking legs. Perfect. Now I just had to see if I could walk. I took a few shaky steps, and satisfied with my progress, I reached my hand to the door. And the alarms started blaring.