𝐖𝐞𝐛𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬

Eight

Sophie pulled up outside her house, walking up the path towards her door as she scavenged around her bag for her keys. She finally found them and unlocked the door, the second you both stepped inside her lips were on yours, you kissed back, not thinking straight due to the amount of alcohol you'd drank. She pulled off your jacket, throwing it to the floor carelessly, and u slipped your heels off. She took your hand and led you upstairs to a room you assumed was her bedroom, the second she opened the door her lips were in contact with yours again as her hands glided down up and down your waist. That's when it all went wrong. She locked the door, which meant absolutely nothing to you at the time until you realised nobody was here to walk in on you. Your worrying was soon cut off by a sharp and quick pain in your neck. A needle.

And then you blacked out.

*The Next Morning*

You woke up bound to a chair. You were cold due to most of your clothes being discarded last night. You tried your best to look around, frantically trying to take in your surroundings, it was hard with a piece of fabric tied around your mouth, rubbing against your neck and stopping you from talking. You thought you were in a basement for a second. No. It was too big to be a basement. All you knew is that you needed to get out of there. And fast. However, you knew that would be a lot harder due to the hangover you congregated last night and the pounding in your head, which is probably also a result of whatever liquid the psycho injected into you last night.

You were tied up with rope. Meaning you could cut through it if you had something sharp enough, only you didn't. And there was a very slim chance you were going to find anything either. You tried to squeeze your hands as close together as you could, hoping to slip out of them, but they were too tight. Clearly whoever tied you up knew what they were doing.

Your phone had been discarded, as well as your purse. You could use your powers to try and help, but how? It was a metal chair. Meaning you couldn't break it. So webbing yourself to the ceiling and dropping back down with the chair attached to you is probably not the best idea, unless you wanted to end up with a broken arm.

But your desperate need for an escape plan was soon stopped as someone walked through the door. And it certainly wasn't Sophie. Instead, it was a man. He was a lot larger than you, with toned muscles and long, greasy black hair. He hadn't shaved in a while either as his stubble was growing through and you could tell by the way he smelled that he hadn't showered in forever.

"Who are you?" He asked, roughly pulling away the fabric from your mouth so you could answer.

"What happened to 'hey. how are you?" Your teasing was soon cut off with a slap to the face, your head whipping to the side.

"I don't have time for jokes." He gritted, leaning closer to your face, supporting himself using the armrests of your chair. "Don't piss me off."

"Look i'd really appreciate it if you took a few steps breathe because your breath smells like literal sewage." You pulled away showing a look of disgust, once again getting a slap to the face.

"Quite your bitching." He bellowed. Grabbing a large amount of your hair and pulling it back so you were looking up at him. "We already know who you are. That's why you're here. So might as well tell me."

"If you already know who I am then why the hell are you asking me dickface?"

"Y/N L/N. Correct?"

"No."

"Stop. Fucking. Lying." He seethed, shaking your chair rapidly.

You just laughed humourlessly. Trying to show him you weren't scared, even though you were shitting yourself deep down. You just hoped that someone would find you. That someone being Nat.

"You work for shield. Right?"

"Yeah." You knew there was no point lying anymore. "Now my turn to ask a question. What do you want with me?"

"You don't get to ask questions." His navy blue eyes galed directly into yours, his muscles had tensed and his abs were showing through his white tank top. Someone else entered the room and he let you go, turning around to see who it was.

"Mr Barnes. You're free to go."

The Barnes guy left. Leaving you and the crazy looking scientist who had just entered the room.

"Natasha Romanoff. Where is she?"  He got straight to the point.

"Never heard of her."

He laughed and walked closer to you.

"Well, that's funny, because I recall you're sharing a hotel room with her.

Who were these guys and how the hell did they know so much about you?

"How'd you know all this?"

"We've been studying you for quite a while now l/n. Tell me, how was it again that your dad died."

You were sure you were gonna throw up any second now.

"What's my dad got to do with this?" You gritted.

"How did he die?" He repeated a lot more assertively.

"Car crash."

He laughed.

"What's so funny fuck-face?"

"The fact that you don't even know how your own father died."

"What are you talking about. He died in a car crash. On the way home from work."

"No, he didn't. There was no car crash." He was skipping around the room, chuckling to himself.

"You're lying." You seethed through gritted teeth.

"No i'm not."

"You don't know my father. You don't even know me."

He pulled out a black box. Bringing it over to you.

"Open it."

"I'm tied up you demented twat."

"Of course. It appears that I forgot." He laughed, opening the box wide enough for you to see the contents inside. You tensed in your seat. Tears threatening to leave your eyes. What the fuck.

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A/N: not got much to say, just hope you're all doing well!