Second Chance

CHAPTER 7

Harry's pov:

Dark.

I couldn't tell if my eyes were opened or not. All I knew was that it was pitch black and silent, and I had a massive fucking headache.

What the fuck even happened? One minute I was enjoying Stevie Nicks and learning about how seahorses fuck, and the next some hot bitch is kidnapping me? Not at all what I expected to happen on my day off that's for sure.

Who the hell was she even? And what does she want from me? I'm assuming Charles did something and since I was his best and most trusted agent, I became the target. But why? What did he do?

I went to go rub the sore spot on the back of my head, but my arms barely moved an inch, tugging against a very thick rope. I tried to pull against it harder, but whoever tied the knot clearly knew how to very well. I then realized my legs were also tied down to the legs of whatever chair I was sitting in. 

I knew my eyes were open now because they had began to adjust as much as they could to the dark, allowing me to see the outline of what I assumed to be a door. I looked around the rest of the room and saw nothing but darkness. I couldn't even tell how big the room was. 

Besides my headache and the soreness in my wrists and ankles from the rope rubbing on them, I didn't seem to have any other injuries. Maybe a few minor bruises from being moved to wherever I was, but other thank that I was fine. I found that odd. Normally when I kidnap people I make sure to at least break something so if they try and escape it's more difficult. 

Maybe because I didn't put up much of a fight against my kidnapper, they assumed I wasn't very skilled, so I didn't need any prevention to escape. 

That was a mistake. 

I was not about to just let whoever the fuck kidnapped me get away with this. It's a lot easier to get out of handcuffs than it is rope, which I assume is why the woman switched my bondage. But that didn't mean I couldn't get out of rope. I just had to find the thinest part of it and rub that against the chair. Easy.

I began tracing the rope with my fingers, trying to identify the weakest part. My thumb slid over part of it and caught a loose string. 

Perfect.

I re positioned my hands in the rope so that the loose part was facing a leg of the chair. Once I had it set up properly I began to rub the rope against the chair. The rope was quite thick, even on the weak part. This was going to take a while.

I continued to work on escaping while I also began to brainstorm why I was kidnapped. Maybe Charles had someone killed and left some loose end. Or maybe he owed someone money. Or maybe-

I halted my thinking as well as my arms, pretending as if I hadn't been trying to break free when I heard footsteps outside the room. They became louder and louder, which I assumed meant someone was coming to the room.

Fucking finally. Maybe I can get some answers.

The footsteps came to a stop, and then moments later I heard a key being inserted into the door leading to the room. Once it was unlocked, the door was swung open, letting in a shit ton of light that my eyes were not prepared for. I squeezed them shut and turned my head away, before slightly opening my eyes to start to adjust to the new brightness. 

I looked forward again, still squinting my eyes. I made out the silhouette of a tall, slim figure that I assumed belonged to a woman. The silhouette grew larger the closer the person got. It came to a stop just pasted the entrance, when the door was slammed shut.

Great. And I was just finally getting used to the light.

I heard the person walk over to my left and passed me, and then I heard a click and the room was filled with a faint yellow light. It wasn't as bright as the light from the outside, so my eyes adjusted almost immediately.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't wake up." 

The voice belonged to the same woman that kidnapped me.

"Where am I?" I questioned, but she ignored me and continued to talk.

"You were passed out for almost 3 days. Maverick was starting to get impatient. He almost came in here to slap you awake." She laughed.

Maverick. Of course it was him. Charles had been getting a lot of new clients recently, most of which were previous clients of Maverick. I shoulda known.

"Oh no is poor Maverick jealous we're getting more sales than he is." I pouted, making sure to add extra sarcasm to my voice.

"You know," She began, slowly walking towards me from behind, stopping when I could feel here right behind me. She grabbed the top of the chair and quickly spun it around, making me face her and see a table with a large selection of weapons displayed across it. "I expected you to be a bit tougher. You are Charles' best agent after all. That's quite disappointing honestly.  It'll be too easy to take you guys down when the time comes."

I chuckled. "Yeah you and Maverick can try and take us down, but we've got enough clients and allies now that it won't be as easy as you think. Plus, we've been preparing for this for a while." I shot back, but she didn't even seem phased, as if she already knew about this. 

"That's cute, you've got a little team put together. Charles has always been cheesy like that. Does he call you guys the Avengers or something?" She laughed, revealing a very straight set of white teeth, and confirming my theory of her having a dimple.

"Actually he calls us the Justice League. DC will always be better than Marvel." I retorted.

She raised her eyebrows at me, looking shocked. "Huh, so you suck at fighting and have no taste. This is gonna be tough."

"You know, I'd appreciate having a name to call you, or else I'm gonna have to give you a nickname." I told her.

"Oh? And what would that nickname be?" She looked amused, an evil grin covering her face.

I pretended to be thinking about it, when really it was a no-brainer. 

Tall, slim, wearing all black, fast. This was too easy.

I looked back up at her, meeting her blue eyes.

"Mustang."

She scrunched up her face. "What?"

"Mustang. You look like a Mustang."

"The car?" She questioned.

"No the elf," I deadpanned.

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. A small grin appeared on her face, and she looked back at me.

"Well then I think it's only fair for me to give you a nickname as well." She told me.

"Yeah? And what would it be."

She didn't hesitate before telling me.

"Easy."

I furrowed my eyebrows."Well if it's so easy then tell me."

"I did. Easy. Your nicknames Easy. You're easy to kidnap, easy to fight, and I can think of some other things I could get you to do quite easily." She explained.

I chuckled and shook my head, looking down at my lap."Oh wow. You're a good fighter, but a shit nickname maker. Now, do you wanna tell me your actual name."

She pondered my question for a second before shaking her head. "No, I think I'll let you find that out. You're gonna want to do that, seen's how I'm your new partner."

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SOOOO who's nickname do we like better. Btw the mustang Harry is picturing is a black mustang shelby GT-350R. Also, I know these first chapters have been pretty short, but thats because im just setting up the story/plot. They will start getting longer when the story really gets going!