Y/n, having graduated top of her class in MIT with multiple degrees in mechanical, biomedical, chemical engineering, and computer science, gets hired by Tony Stark and Nick Fury to work for the Avengers. Everything is normal until a mission goes sou...
I try to sit up but I feel my body strapped down. I try to move my head but I couldn't feel anything at all. I grunt as I struggle to force my limbs to move, only able to move my eyelids and fingers. But even then, my vision was blurred and warped, as if I was looking through layers and layers of frosted glass.
I look around, trying to get as much information as I can until I hear a deep distorted voice speak through a speaker above me. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You won't get anywhere with that attitude, Y/n" I track my eyes to the warped figures looking at me through a glass, wearing what seems to be white lab coats.
I try to speak but nothing comes out. I hear their chilling laughter echo throughout the walls. "You can't escape control Y/n. Give up." I struggle more against the restraints, slowly gaining my voice back.
"L–Let. M–Me. G–Go!" I yelled as I broke free. A loud siren started to blare as I break down the doors I was held captive in. As I try to escape, I hear another voice shout behind me. Faintly a woman's voice, with icy care laced into it."You know too much, dear. It's better this way."
"Why don't you just accept it? You'll never be enough, Y/n." The other figures bellowed as gas started to fill the dark, medical hallways. "The truth was never yours to have, so you must pay with your freedom."
I could see the world around me fade to black as I run through different rooms trying to find the exit. Time keeps fading in and out as I hear the siren getting louder and louder as if it's right behind me.
"You wanna play tag, Y/n? You always loved to play that game." I hear them goad behind me as I run through the never-ending hallways. I could hear them chant a string of mostly unintelligible words behind me, only making out 'Fire' and 'Charge.'
All the words, though unrecognizable, somehow resonated with me and sent shivers down my spine.
As I run, seemingly going nowhere, the walls start melting, and the siren starts fading into a recognizable alarm.
Monday, 6:23 am
I squint towards the window adjacent to my desk, the sunlight leaking in and hurting. I rub my eyes, stretching big to try and alleviate the pain from my back from falling asleep on my desk. I reached over to my phone to shut off the alarm, browsing through my schedule for the day in the process. I bent down to open my bottom drawer and fetched my journal, adding a tally mark to one of the pages.
"627. and fuckin' countin'." I sigh as I scan through the pages of my journal, hoping to look further into it when I have the time. I take the journal with me and place it in my satchel hung in the living room, collecting items I need along the way for the presentation of my project.
I made my way over to my bathroom to shower and start my morning routine. When I was finished, I picked out a fresh set of clothes to wear.
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