ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ || 𝟙

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8

Ugh, hospitals.

Their stupid white walls, clean cold air that stank of antiseptic, the beeping of all the machines that were hooked up to her, the tiny needles digging into her skin, keeping track of  breathing,  blood pressure and heart rate.

As whatever medicine they had injected her with began to wear off, her senses sharpened rapidly. Beneath the harmonic orchestra of the heart rate monitor were whispers. Not nearly loud enough to be in the same room but audible all the same, although somewhat choppy and distorted. She blamed that on the drugs. 

"She-know?"

"Energy-analyse"

"Rogers and Romanoff?"

At the mention of their names her limbs instinctively jerked to life, body bucking and thrashing violently, wrists beginning to bleed, red droplets peppering the pristine tile floor as the handcuffs bit savagely into them. As she shrieked their names, the machines went haywire, her vitals becoming erratic, leaping into dangerously high numbers.

The door burst open as Spider-Man and a huge green wall of muscle flew in.

"WHERE ARE THEY?" she screamed at them, further damaging her already raw throat, spittle flying in the air as she looked around frantically. 

"HEY!" Spider-Man held down her squirming wrists as the green one ran to re-calibrate the equipment. "LOOK AT ME." he bellowed, grabbing her face, turning it towards him.

She hacked up whatever little saliva she had left and spat in his face, watching splatter on his cheek as he flinched, but refused to alleviate the pressure on her wrists. 

"You don't tell me what to do." she growled, although it seemed that for the time being she was content with communicating in menacing threats and barks instead of screaming her head off.

"No, I don't." he exhaled calmly, as he wiped off the spit with the back of his hand. "But you want to know about Cap  and Black Widow, right? That's why you trailed me, decided to steal E.D.I.T.H and try to get me to bring you back here, which congratulations, you've succeeded in."

He paused, giving her time for the words to sink in.

"So, are you going to refrain from breaking all our eardrums and listen for a couple of minutes, so that you get what you want or do we have to knock you out again?" the green one accentuated the last bit nicely as he hovered behind him, a green giant with a tiny little syringe of clear viscous liquid in hand.

"Cap?" she croaked out, her voice no longer at a decibel which  could shatter glass.

"Captain America, wasn't that who you were talking about?" he tilted his head slightly, confused. 

"I don't know who the hell this Cap is. I want to know about Steve Rogers," she demanded.