🅁🄴🄼🄾🅁🅂🄴 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 2

Your POV

I didn't even bother to acknowledge the fact that someone was coming into the cell area, I just continued to stare daggers at the man across from me. He was so rude, for no damn reason. I most definitely liked solitary confinement over this bullshit.

The man across from me whipped his head around towards the door that slowly creaked open, and he scoffed. This caught my attention, and my head slowly turned towards the door as well.

"Great. Another person I'm supposed to know." I spoke tiredly and let my head fall back onto the glass behind me with a thump.

"You don't know who he is?" The man across from me gave me a bewildered look.

"Of course I don't!! I told you that before!" I shouted and got up onto my knees, preparing to get up, when the man that came in finally spoke up.

"No need to get agitated, miss. I'm Steve Rogers, I'm a member of the Avengers." He held a hand to his chest as if he was making sure that I knew he was talking about himself.

He had dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, and a clean shaved face.

"Revengers, right. Why is your super secret club after me anyways?" I stood up wobbly, not having the luxury of using my arms for balance.

"Maybe it has something to do with the 70 people you killed." The Stank man from earlier came in and I shook my head abruptly.

"It was 69! I made sure of that." I narrowed my eyes at him and risked a glance at the man in the cell beside me. He looked mildly impressed.

"Did you try to enslave the human race as well?" He spoke as he stood stoic in the middle of his cell.

"No, actually. I did it just for fun." I shrugged snd kicked the ground below me.

"And that's why you're here." The brunette man with the goatee spoke up from his place beside Mr tall blonde man.

"If that's the case, shouldn't I be back at the Raft? Or the electric chair for that matter?" I raised a brow curiously as I cocked my head to the side.

"No. You're here for an.......experiment." Stank hesitated on the word experiment, and I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

There was a camera in the top left corner of the room, and I'm sure that there were many others. This one caught my eye because it shifted from me, to the men in front of me. There must be someone else watching us, maybe even more.

"So, like rehab?" I asked and I plopped back down on my cell floor, my legs getting tired.

"That's a nice way to put it. And Rock of Ages here will be your rehabilitation buddy." He smirked at the man beside me's expression, and mine mirrored his. A look of bewilderment, anger, and disgust.

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The two men had left the cell area after explaining to us that we would be put through several tests to determine our values and morals, along with being monitored 24/7.

"So you tried to enslave the human race?" I was sitting up closer to the thick glass that separated us now, bothering my new rehab buddy.