Taking his phone from his pocket Paul dialled the number for Bucky, bragging about how he was so clever for taking it from your phone as you lay pathetic on the floor of your apartment. Holding the phone out steady in your direction you lift your head to see the video call request on the screen. Praying he wouldn’t answer you close your eyes letting your face fall, dangling from your shoulders.
‘Hel...DOLL! DOLL IS THAT YOU?!’ James’s deep voice frantic through the tinny speakers of the phone as it echos off the walls.
Looking through your drenched curls as they clung to your bloodied face, you sob, ‘Ja..James...No.’ Hopelessly pleading for him to go, leave, as you hung bound to your shackles.
‘Where are you! Beatrix tell me and I’m there.’ You could see the pain in his face, desperate to find you. Spinning the phone, Paul moved to displayed himself with you in the background. ‘Well Birdie...I think someone is a liar, and I don’t like liars. This doesn’t seem like he doesn’t care does it.’ Ripping your head back by your hair as you yelp in pain. You see James lunge forward wishing he could dive through the screen, wincing at the wounds to your body now visible under a beam of sunlight streaming through the broken window.
‘Get your fucking hands off of her.’ James voice forceful through his gritted teeth, his eyes darkened with fury.
Paul leaned in close, his spiced breath musty against your skin. Still holding your head in place, ensuring James could see, Paul’s stubbly mouth kisses just in front of your ear. ‘We will be in touch, won’t we doll.’ Hitting the red button, the phone disconnects.
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Crushing the screen in your grasp your body shakes as the anguish pent inside. The image of Beatrix’s body, limp and battered burned into your eyes. Flinging the solid oak desk with rage it summersaults through the air as it smashes against the wall.
Storming out of the room you head into the lab, throwing the broken phone towards Tony and Peter your voice was short but pleading. ‘I need your help.’
After explaining the phone call and how Paul is behind all this you intently watch Peter recover the SIM card in hopes of tracing Beatrix’s location. Steve leans over an interface screen, face sombre as he searches possible holding places based on the information you could give him.
Struggling to focus you recall the background looking abandoned, rust and moss lining the rotting surfaces as water pooled against the metal flooring. ‘It was like a container, dark. But...I could see broken sun rays. There was some sort of net, on the floor behind her.’ The frustration making your blood begin to boil. ‘Its hopeless! How the fuck am I supposed to find her when I can’t remember!’
Tony scanned his hands over the hologram sliding the pixels as he studied the information. Expanding the lights as he throws the image in the air, the boat graveyard on Staten Island lays out before you. ‘I managed to trace the signal to three main posts. Filtering the data I think I have narrowed the located to be somewhere among all this.’ Tony’s fingers indications anywhere among the sea of shrapnel covering the screen.
Without hesitating, your eyes meet Steve’s ‘It’s something. Let’s go.’ Racing to the garage, Steve instructs the team to assemble at the coordinates.
Opting for your bike as it will allow you to navigate the busy roads quicker, the engine roars to life under your death grip on the handle bars. As you zip through the city streets, the tall buildings a blur as you weave between the oncoming vehicles, your heart is racing as you try to focus on the road ahead.
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
