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by ellieiingram
by ellieiingram
                                    
                                              At around 10 am the next morning, about 8 hours after you had blacked out, Lizzie woke up in a cell.
                          "Shit I actually got caught by the police.... Atleast that creepy sorcerer guy isn't real." She muttered.
                          About 20 minutes later, a group of people walked through the door. Lizzie easily distinguished one person from the group.

                          "DAD!" She yelled.
                          Tony paced over to her and held her hand before turning to Steve and saying "please let her go." 
                          "Tony you know I can't...." He mumbled.
                          A few hours past and Lizzie was sat alone in the room with her own thoughts all day. The sun has now set and she was falling asleep.
                          Suddenly. She heard a slight rustle from the corner of the room and instantly shot up. She pulled a small lighter from out of her pocked and yelled "stay back... I'm armed." 
                          Tony then emerged from the darkness and stared at her.
"You know what... I'm not even going to ask where you got hat from." 
"Why are you here?"
"To let you be free of course."
"And how can I trust you... why didn't you let me go earlier."
"Steve wouldn't let me and you know he wouldn't."
                          They were both talking at a rapid pace.
                          Lizzie sighed before putting the now unlit candle, back into her pocket. 
                          "Thank you," Tony grunted.
                          He walked closer to the door and unlocked it, looking around before to check that no one was there. 
                          Not even a second after the door was unlocked, Lizzie pulled him into the warmest hug he had had in a long time. The last time they were in real contact was many years ago and he felt a feeling of comfort while his arms were wrapped around him. 
                          "Where are you staying." He questioned.
"The streets..." Lizzie answered slowly, dreading his reaction.
"Oh no no no no... I'm not having my baby on the streets alone, especially not now it's fall and the weather is getting colder." 
"Oh no it's ok..." 
"No I insist." Tony tried to comfort her, "follow me there is a spare bed in a room with someone called Wanda... I think you two could be good friends."
                          He took her up to the rooms and allowed her to lay down in the bed... where she spent almost the rest of the nights thinking again. She liked thinking. It was just her sharing her opinion and No-one arguing or disagreeing with her. Just her own thoughts.