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Sorry if all of these are Taylor Swift titles idk what to name them anymore.
I woke up at the hotel, wrapped in Pietro's arms. I guess we didn't need the 2 beds. Pietro's hand was playing with my hair and I turned around to him looking at me. "How long have you been up?"
"For awhile, I packed all the things up. Fury said our ride will be here in 5 so we should probably get up." He pressed his lips to mine and it started off slow but quickly gained speed as he pulled me onto his lap.
His hands went to my hips, massaging circles into my hipbones. He began lifting my shirt off an- ring I groaned and picked my phone up to answer it.
Amber: Hello?
Tony: Hey fire fingers, jets up top make sure you guys have your suits. Emergency mission.
Amber: Ok be there in a second bye.
I put my phone down and climbed off Pietro. He stood up after me and grabbed my hips bringing me into a kiss "We will finish this when we are home." He winked.
"That might not be for awhile, emergency mission." I frowned.
He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. We quickly changed into our suits and walked out of the room. "Come on my dads waiting on the roof." I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the stairwell.
Once we made it to the roof we hopped on the jet hand in hand. Everyone gave eachother confused stares but we just ignored it. Tony whispered to Bruce and Bruce simply nodded his head in agreement.
Steve awkwardly cleared his throat and started to explain the mission. Hydra had some stolen weapons from us, that we needed to get back. He explained the mission partners next, everyone had 1-2 people but I ended up with nobody, and no comms devu. Of course put Hydra's most wanted by themselves and without any communication.
"Shouldn't Amber have a partner or at least a comms device?" Pietro protested.
"She's fine, she can handle herself." Steve said sternly back.
"Hydra has been looking for her since she escaped, she could get hurt or even killed." Pietro raised his voice.
"Shes fine." Steve yelled back.
"Great." I mumbled under my breath.
"Would you like to add anything Amber?" Steve said with rage on his face.
"No captain." I rolled my eyed and walked away. We landed and got into the base. My job was to go in and fight off any agents.
Before Pietro ran off he walked up to me and grabbed my arms. "I love you. Please be careful." He said as he kissed me.
"I love you too. I'll be okay I smiled weakly and pulled him into a hug. He winked and ran off, and I knew this mission wouldn't go well for me.
I walked into the base, immediately met with 10 agents running after me. I struggled to take all of them down, but I did it.
Making my through the hallway I saw at least 50 agents. And I knew I wasn't getting out of this one.
As soon as they saw me they ran at me and I kicked and punched a few down, as I went to kick another down I felt a sharp pain in my side and looked to see a knife. It distracted me and someone came behind me and grabbed me, as another agent punched me until I was unconscious and bloody.
I woke up in a room that I recognized. My hands were cuffed to the "bed" that I slept on all those years I was here. My ears were ringing and my eyes filled with tears quickly. I didn't want to be back. This is a different base then the mission was supposed to be at, I wondered how long I was knocked out for.
I blamed Steve. I blamed everyone but Pietro. Nobody questioned the fact they sent me in alone. I looked down at where the knife stabbed me, and it was still there. It was definitely infected.
I pulled it out and held in the painful scream that was threatening to come out. It immediately started gushing with blood, but I knew I would rather die this way than the torture Hydra would put me through.
I laid on the bed, which was more of a bench, hoping everything would go black soon. Instead, a agent dragged me out and into a room with a medical room. He poorly stitched the stab wound up and I whined every time the needle would go through my skin.
Eventually without any words, I was brought back to the room. I looked around it more and saw all of the scratched in pictures I made when I was younger. I dragged my finger against the picture I "drew" of me and Tony. I scratched that one in the first week I was there.
"Reminiscing?" I was startled by the sudden voice that I heard from the cell door. "We're glad to have you back, agent."
"I'm not your agent." I said looking back at the wall.
