Unknown Abilities (L.L)

-Panic- ⁴⁰

"How did you get your powers to work!" The scientist gives you a sharp slap across your cheek.

"I told you I don't know!" You pleaded, your body weak and limp, blood oozing out, various cuts and bruises everywhere. This back and fourth has been going on for 4 hours now. A nonstop banter of whips and all kinds of methods to get you talking.

After a week of this you're slowly getting numb. That painful hunger back in your stomach growling in desperation for food or any sustenance. That shaking from fatigue and absolute pain from their tortures. The dirty sticky feeling that blood and sweat left with each meeting. But, days later, you were moved. The new place being more cold even indoors, the only warmth you could get was the torn up and dirty clothing they gave you; rags and thin pieces of cloth.

"Liar!" He screamed at you. Tears streaming down your face from the hits.

"Fine, you don't want to tell me, I guess I'll just have to try harder then." He said before injecting another fluid in you. The contents pooling in you and spreading, leaving a hot trail in it's wake.

Your screams filled the room as he hooked machines and pins in you. Forcing you to bite down a leather strap he shoved at your mouth and attached a mechanism. It hovered on the upper left part of your face and right cheek.

After setting it up, he went to the buttons and levers of the machine, pulling on the biggest lever and sending a jolt of energy through you. Your whimpers and screams louder than before, the response of your body shook from the force.

He stops the energy of the machine and it leaves you heaving for air, pants and heavy breaths rushed from your lips.

Your body was screaming for a rest, a break from all this torture. He stopped the machine and it whirls down, a mechanical sound that soon leaves the room in silence except for the constant dripping from the corner of the room that never seemed to seized but was just always a small tinge of water dripping down on the cold, foul floor, not more and not less.

A part of you wanted to just tell how you obtained or somehow triggered your powers for a rest—just a small one. On the other hand, when you tell them they might use that information against you, kill you off, use you for more experiments, but that sweet relief of finally able to just rest easy and breath lighter sounds so enticing.

You battled yourself in your mind, thinking through your thoughts and next move.

As long as they won't hurt or take anyone I'll be fine.

You thought about this, enduring this as long as no one else get's hurt then keeping the information contained in your mind a little longer might be fine. You can do this.

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The loud scraping of a metal door woke you up. You scrambled to your feet from the dirty floor of your cell to see a Hydra agent with a massive gun attached across his body.

"Get up." He said nonchalantly, boredom evident from his voice. You were being pulled and dragged even before you could respond. He was leading you to the door you began to memories of how much you were taken there—'The torture room'—as you had been calling it ever since you got back in this hell hole had a solid grey scuffed up metal door that only opens with access cards then further on scans an employee for verification.

Even with the confirmation of the person, it still takes about 5 minutes for the door to fully open because of the mechanics and locks the door has to automatically open.

It was a tough door, that much you could confirm.

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~3rd persons POV~
Meanwhile back in the tower...

"Try again." Loki crossed his arms as he towered over Tony and Bruce from behind. The two tried different trackers and ways to find you while Loki never left their side. Anxiety and stress bubbled in his chest with every error that flashed through the screen.

That bright annoying 5 letter word thinned out their patience with every beam of bright crimson.

"Again." Loki demanded.

"We've already tried everything and it's been 10 hours Loki, we need to rest and start again in the morning." Tony countered.

Loki scrunched his brows, furrowing in confusion, "so you'd rather rest and leave this be instead of finding her before it's too late? We all know the damage Hydra does, so if you think we're going to stop here, you're solely mistaken." Loki growls in frustration.

After a week of this and still getting nothing, everyone was restless. Not one member gaining proper rest in search for you. Tests and teams were constantly moving with every method they could think of being tried.

Loki was no exception, every night instead of getting some quick shut eye, he would lean in to his powers of finding you, but given that there was roughly 7 billion people on this rock, it was hard.

He hadn't mastered his tracking abilities as he was too busy falling into black holes when he was suppose to practice magic with Frigga back in Asgard.

"We've been at this for a week with days filled with searching and hunting, a quick nap is necessary to perform proper actions when working. So please, I get that you're a god and that you have a longer capacity than us, but for everyone's sake, rest for now, we'll start again in the morning." Tony exhaled and ran a hand over his exhausted features.

Loki huffed in anger and stormed off back to your room, he hadn't bothered to go to his own given that even after it was made, he didn't enter much since he always wanted to be by your side.

He took a deep inhale, his nostrils smelling your very scent, then exhaled. "Where are you, my love?" He asked as he held the reindeer plush toy in his hands that he won for you when the Avengers decided to go on a quick carnival trip.

He was disguised of course, but nonetheless you managed to convince him to win that prize for you and it was totally not because Tony calls him reindeer games.

He sunk down on the bed, his body heavy with exhaustion. He closes his eyes telling himself to take Tony's advice and just rest for a few minutes before getting back to finding you his way.

Those minutes turned to hours and by the time the others awoke, he was found sleeping soundly with the plushy held to him, hugging the toy for comfort wishing it was you.