Surviving My Avengers Life (Thor Love Story... kind of... you will see...)

Confinement

It was the nausea is what pulled me back into cautiousness. My stomach was turning violently and my head was pounding. I opened my eyes only to snap them shut again from the blinding light overhead. Opening them more slowly I took in my surroundings. It was a small, square room. The walls were white except for a large portion of one wall. One way glass and I was on the wrong side of it.
          I crawled over to the far wall and propped myself up battling to keep my stomach under control.
          Why was I here? What did I do wrong? Would Uncle Bruce come looking for me or count his losses and forget about me?
          I felt terrible. When I was six I had to have a surgery on my arm because I fell down the stairs and broke it. The sedative they gave me made me terribly sick for a few days afterwards. I don’t know what was in that tranquilizer but it was doing the same thing. I felt like I was going to die.
          “I hope you are comfortable Danyella.” Came the voice of the man with the eye patch. “Because you’re going to be there for a very long time.” I gasped and leapt to my feet, ignoring the nausea. I could feel the sweat running down my body.
          “WHO IS DANYELLA?” I screamed at the glass. “WHY AM I HERE? WHAT DID I DO?” I sobbed out the last part. My mind going into a panic, the room started spinning. I couldn’t stop myself as I threw up. I froze as my Uncle’s voice spoke.
          “Why would you mess with someone like that?” he asked. His voice was shaking. I looked up at the glass.
          “What did I do? I didn’t do anything wrong!” I snapped, “You took me away from hell and gave me hope only to put me here. This is worse than before!” My vision tunneled as I focused on the glass. My head was spinning so fast I could barely catch up. “I hate you!” I screamed at the glass. It cracked a bit.  That was all I could stand, the world went black once again.
          The weeks went by. My seventeenth birthday came and went and I still didn’t have any answers. No one had spoken to me since the day they put me in this room. I was completely alone and it was tearing me up from the inside out.
          The nightmares got worse. Sometimes I woke up screaming. Even though I knew no one would come to comfort me I wished someone would so desperately. I grew up fast and had never had anyone who would be there for me when I had a nightmare. I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep in a very long time and as time went by I slept less and less. The nightmares got worse and worse. I grew to fear sleep. I only slept when I had to.
          Still the days went by and the only thing to do was meditate. I got quite good at it. After ten months I could meditate for days without stopping. I could tell when someone was watching me. I became very aware of when there were eyes on me. Mostly my so called family. Now I had no one. My feelings were neutral. I didn’t hate them anymore; I just didn’t care anymore.
          It was ten months to the day when I woke up to a soft voice cooing to me.
          “Poor Adalynn.” It whispered, “Locked up here all alone for no reason.” I snapped around and what I saw gave me the biggest shock of my life.
          It was me. My black hair and pale skin. My green eyes stared back at me. Her mouth was twisted into a terrifying smile.
          “Danyella.” I said, knowing who she was instantly. She laughed gleefully.
          “Good job!” she said happily. “I wondered if you would know who I was. I see you figured it out.” She clapped gleefully.
          “They stuck me in here for looking like you.” I whispered, “They wanted you and you let them have me.” I looked at her like she was insane. I was sure she was.  “Why?” I asked, tears trying to escape from my eyes but I held them in check. She would like that and I didn’t want to give her a reason to laugh at me more.
          “Because sweetheart. I needed you to cover for me till things died down so I could finish what I needed to do, and you conveniently appeared and provided the perfect cover. It couldn’t have gone better if I had planned it myself.”
                   She began to circle me like a vulture. I stood my ground, feeling uneasy about why she was here.
          “You were just the icing on the cake, but now it is different. I need to be noticed.” She stopped behind me. I could feel her pulling something out of her coat. I tensed waiting for my chance to make a move.
          “So in order for that to happen you need to be gotten rid of.” She said her voice dropping to a whisper. My eyes shot to the glass on the wall. “They can’t see me.” She cooed. “They are in there but they can’t see me through the glass. Just you.”
          A single tear slid down my face as I turned to face her. She raised the gun in her hand to my head and I saw her finger twitch.
          That was my cue. My arm shot up as the gun went off and Danyella screamed in anger at my defiance.
          I could feel the pain in my shoulder and chose to ignore it as I swung my fist around and landed it on Danyella’s jaw just as the gun went off again. This time it skimmed my cheek and shattered the one way glass on the wall. Behind it was the man with the eye patch, Steve Rogers and Uncle Bruce.
They all tensed when the glass fell away and they saw Danyella and me fighting each other. I slammed my fist into her jaw again.   
          She wavered and disappeared glaring at me hatefully.
          Spots were dancing in front of my eyes as I turned to my Uncle. I looked him in the eyes and the tears began to pour down my face. The cut on my face stung from the saltiness of my tears.
          “I told you I didn’t do anything wrong.” I whispered as the floor came up to meet me.