Yennefer Azraelsdottir was the heir to the throne of Valhalla until she was kidnapped as a child and sold to HYDRA.
Being the goddess of seduction, wisdom and war as well as the most powerful angel ever to have lived, Yennefer was dangerous enough...
Dingy light filled the little chamber. The air tasted stale, the room cold.
Yennefer opened her eyes to find her sitting on the stone floor of a prison cell. As she adjusted to the light, she noticed the brace trapping her arms and legs. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that her beautiful wings were thickly bandaged.
Her entire body was filled with a dull ache. Slowly, she began to remember the events leading up to this point. The angel had mostly healed herself by now but still felt awful. She couldn't move. She had an itch on her nose. The other trapped Avengers that could see into her cage watched the goddess who sat their twitching her nose with a frustrated look on her face.
The only thought going on in Yennefer's dazed head was how this place reminded her of her time in HYDRA.
Eventually, her head cleared and she took the time to study every aspect of her surroundings. This is when she noticed the others for the first time.
"Oh, hi guys," she breathed out in the most nonchalant way possible.
"We thought you would die!" Wanda screeched.
Yennefer looked the girl up and down, noticing the similar attachments on her arms. The pair looked like they belonged in an insane asylum.
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The goddess swept her gaze over to where the only noise in the place was coming from. In that cell, she saw Pietro running into the walls of his cell whilst cursing under his breath.
Stifling a laugh, Yennefer rested her head against the wall - the only movement she could do - and closed her eyes.
"Yen, can't you like just blast us out of here?" Clint asked.
"I just fell hundreds of feet after getting shot in the back with pure energy," the look on her face was severely unimpressed.
"I'll take that as a no."
"I probably could in like an hour or two but I'm tired so shut the fuck up."
"Language!" came an annoying and unexpected voice.
"Stark?"
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@ café in London
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