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I-16 S.R

FYI: Y/n was rescued from an undercover organization by the Avengers. None of the avengers trust her, except for Steve.
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⚠️ warnings: cute, fluffy, protective
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"It's alright, I got you." The man with blue eyes, whispered as he took my body in his arms.

There were red lights around us, with the screams of men and bullets fighting from the halls.

"Okay, we're on our way, Romanoff." The man whispered, barely losing his breath, as he threw his shield at the charging man.

He was holding me in one hand only, and fighting off a group of people. I knew exactly who he was and I'm sure he knew who I was too.

Back when I was held in the main facility's prison, I needed to find a way to protect myself.

That's the worst thing I've possibly done, defended myself.

Although, the only reason I was in jail was because I was scammed, everything was planned.

Everything from the moment, the facility laid its eyes on me, I'm an important piece in their game. During prison, it's when I earned my nickname, "Enchantress".

The only reason I got it was because one of the guards was obsessed with me, and that's what he called me.

But I've never have killed people. I've severely injured them but not killed them, ever. If I have hurt them, its for my own safety.

Eventually, he took us up the elevator, sighing after he escaped the men chasing after us.

My side hurt, as blood gushed out from my torso. He never let me down, his strong arms keeping me close to him.

"Just keep breathing, okay?"

A part of me was astonished, he was being gentle, different than every other person who's ever talked to me.

My reputation was rumored and people think I kill people for fun. Some are mad at me, others fear me, and some try to kill me.

And this man is saving me. It's a first.

The only thing I remembered last was falling asleep to the heavy breathing erupting from the man's chest.

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The room was almost silent, the small heart monitor beeping next to my bed.

It was all white, the walls, the bed, the sheets. Even my clothes were white and there was a bandage pressed tightly against my side.

In from of me was a giant mirror, a one-way mirror. I could feel the stares of people from behind the glass.

The door opened briefly and in came a man with a weird hippie beard. Tony Stark.

He walked around the room, before sighing and looking into my eyes.

"Alright, sweetheart, you're gonna tell me everything you know about T.C.O.I."

"I don't know anything."

"We both know you do, come on, witch."