Once I get somewhere safe, I take out my phone to call Jay. Less than a minute after I took out my phone, I'm harshly grabbed. I start screaming bloody murder, but one claps a hand over my mouth. I'm dragged kicking and screaming back into the compound and shoved into Miss Augustus' office.
She's wearing a black blazer and pink blouse. She's smiling.
"Please sit down," she gestures. I take a seat.
"This behavior is quite uncalled for." She starts.
"Locking me in my bedroom is uncalled for" I retort. She scowls.
"Locking you in your bedroom is protocol. Listen. Since this is your first offense, I'll let you off the hook. But if this EVER happens again, you're off the Avengers. Dinner is in 15 minutes. Get ready."
I walk back to my bedroom, and the door's already been fixed. I frown.
Sitting on my bed, I contemplate if being on the Avengers is even worth it. I get the call for dinner and I go.
I sit at the table, and everyone is talking. It looks lively. Flynn and Adria (the new girl) are flirting. A lot. Ariba tells me they're neighbors and they were talking to each other through the walls. I laugh.
They're cute, and Anna is staring at them really intensely. Weirdo.
We finish dinner, and are told to go up to our separate rooms.
I start to hatch a plan.
I jimmy my door open with one of my daggers. It pops open. I quietly go down to Miss Augustus' office, still holding the dagger. The plan is to threaten her life, until she hands ownership over to Mara. I open the door slowly, and she's sitting there.
"I expected you much earlier than this. I'm almost disappointed." she taunts.
"I need you to hand ownership of the Avengers back over to Mara." I say, holding my knife out. She laughs.
"Do you remember that contract you signed when you re-agreed to become an Avenger?" She says, opening a desk drawer. She pulls out a paper.
"It says right here. I own the Avengers. I own you. 'SHIELD reserves the right to terminate any Avenger by their own discretion.' Terminate doesn't mean fire." She says, reading the page. I grab the contract and scan it. She's right. I tear it in half.
"That's not really how that works," she smiles.
I hold the knife to her throat.
"Hand over ownership. Now." I say, trying not to shake. She laughs.
"Do you really think I have that right?"
I slit her throat. I back up, panting, still holding the knife as the blood drips onto the carpet. I hear a ticking.
Holy shit. She planted a bomb.
