Arrows - Animo Sequel {Completed}

Chapter Seven: Princess

Quick message to all of you: First of all, sorry that I haven't updated in a while. Second, my two year anniversary on Wattpad is coming up on April 25th, and if some of you recall, I finished Animo and My Animal on the same day last year. Now, obviously, this story is nowhere near being close to getting finished, so you don't have to worry about it ending so soon. But I'm starting the tradition of posting a new story on my Wattpad-versary. Last year it was the first installment of my Asylum trilogy, based off of MCR's Danger Days. This time around, I'd like to post a Supernatural fan fiction. The only trouble is, I can't decide between a CastielxOC or a DeanxOC. I have started writing both, but I'd like to know which you'd rather have. Comment "Cas" or "Dean" to put in your vote, either here or at the end! Thanks guys! Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter Seven: Princess

Mo's P.O.V.

My nose had stopped bleeding a few minutes after I left the room, but my fingertips were stained red as I tried to wipe the dried blood off my upper lip. I passed by several agents, all of whom either said hello or asked what had happened to my nose. To the latter I only replied with "Barton." They all understood and carried on with whatever they were doing. I didn't know where I was going, but my feet carried me there anyway.

My hand reached for the doorknob, freezing only at the last second. I was outside the room I'd been kept in when I first arrived in New York with the Avengers. It was apparently a prison cell that they modified to look more like a bedroom, albeit an incredibly empty one. It's probably locked, I thought, but I grabbed the knob anyway and twisted it.

The door swung open and I reached inside, running my hand along the wall in search of the light switch. It was just where I remembered; I flicked it on, immediately bathing the room with light. It was just as I left it, although I didn't have a whole lot to start with. The bed was made, and that was about the only change. I walked over to it, silently closing the door behind me, and sat on the mattress.

It'd been so long since I'd been in here again, and yet it felt like only yesterday. I'd come stumbling in after a hard day of training with Natasha and Barton and collapse on the bed, not even bothering to change out of my sweat-drenched clothing. Sometimes Rogers or Banner would stop by and escort me to breakfast, and I'd either ask Rogers about how he was managing in the twenty-first century or flick bits of cereal at Banner, to which he'd shake his head and smile. Thor would sometimes come in and hang out, and I'd play music for him and tell him about Earth and explain different social norms to him. Stark had thrown a fake bomb in my room before, cackling maniacally outside the door while I freaked out and tried to figure out how not to explode. There were so many memories to sift through, and yet my mind was consumed with thoughts of Barton.

I shouldn't be thinking about him, I told myself. I'm with Brendon. It's not fair to him. He's not in New York with me, and therefore he can't defend himself or try and convince me that I belong with him. I set my head in my hands. I'm going to need a lot of convincing.

That thought scared me. I didn't want to be convinced that Brendon was more right for me over Barton because I didn't want to face the reality that there may have been some part of me that really wanted to move beyond the boundaries of friendship with Barton and explore what it'd be like to really fall in love with him. I shook my head and laid back against the mattress, resting my head on my arm. There was too much for me to think about. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to come to an ultimatum eventually. I couldn't string Brendon along if it was Barton I wanted, but I couldn't give Barton mixed signals if I wanted to stay with Brendon.

Barton's not really in the mood for mixed signals right now, I reminded myself. He's a total bitch, and I doubt he'd want you going around professing your love for him. That'd push him over the edge for sure.