Love On Fire

Kidnapped

(Daeva's POV)

A small ringing blares in my ears as I let out aggravated groans of pain. My eyes are squeezed closed from the blinding light that shines through my eyelids. A strained pain radiates from my neck causing me to flinch with every breath I take.

I open my eyes slowly, a bright yellow light shines on the ceiling, hanging right over me. I crane my neck to the center once realizing it's bent back on the chair I'm sat in. I look forward as I let out pained moan and groan when my body feels weak and heavy. My body tilts forward without my control, still influenced by whatever the hell that man injected me with.

I stare forward to see an empty chair that resembles my own. The atmosphere is cold and dark. Small creaks and water dripping from the water storm outside, seeping through the skeevy building.

I place my hands shakily on the metal table in front of me, letting out labored breaths as my head sways.

My heart races and breath quickens but ceases when a deep exhale sounds behind me.

"Thank God, for a moment I thought you weren't going to wake. That'd be a shame, you are quite beautiful." A deep voice says lowly, as he takes off his suit coat.

My eyes scan around my surrounding, his voice echoing around the room, not allowing to to pinpoint exactly where he is.

Taking a chance I try to sit up, but find my legs being handcuffed to the legs of the metal desk, as well as long metal chains wrapped around my wrists.

"Maybe you should take a minute, allow us to have a chat." He says with a joking tone as his face suddenly is parallel next to mine. His hot minty breath fanning my cheek as he turns his face towards me.

"Doesn't seem I have much of a choice." I groan and plop back down from the pounding heading spreading over me. At this he chuckles and nods, agreeing with my statement.

He starts to walk around the table, the bottom of his expensive shoes clicking on the floor, as if he's wearing tap shoes.

"Nice shoes, your lover buy them for you?" I ask him, referring to Fisk. At this he lets out a sigh as he sits down in front of me.

"Lover?" He scoffs with a smile. "You're funny." He says with a slick smile causing me to shrug.

"As much as I love this small talk, last time I checked kidnapping is a crime." I whisper as I flick my head back, trying to get my wet hair off my face.

"And yet, here we are." He whispers as he crosses his legs and rests his hands over his knees.

"Funny story actually. A young Russian doctor one night found a masked man in her dumpster. And as educated as she is, she helped him. Saved his life, and protected him. And in my opinion, I think she's in love with him." He whispers before giving me a wink.

"Now, you ask why you're here. That decision, that moment you decided to help someone else other than yourself, landed you to this moment right here. Landed you in this abandoned laboratory, with me." He explains before taking in an intake a breath.

"Maybe it was your decision, maybe it was destiny, or maybe this moment has been engraved in stone, something we could never see." He whispers calmly.

"The inevitable?" I scoff before giving him a smirk. "Destiny, the inevitable...that isn't real. We make our own decisions, and we have to own up to them." I counter.

"So the god that invaded New York a couple of years ago...Thor fighting his own brother. That wasn't destiny? A hero defending their city, that isn't their destiny?" The tall put together man asks with a scrunched up face.