❛ chasing you ❜ | peter parker

Chapter 13

Licia's POV
As I opened my glassy eyes, an overwhelming, bright light flooded into them, I immediately tried to over them but my arms were stuck to my sides. Obviously confused I attempted to sit up, but once again couldn't. I tried to get up and off of whatever I was on, however whenever I did so, I couldn't. My breathing became more irregular, i began to get frustrated and stared to thrash about erratically, I could feel my veins become enflamed and filled with huge amounts of hot, painful, red liquid. The agony was too much, I clamped my jaw shut, gritting my teeth but it wouldn't work, my mouth fell open as I let out a choked scream which was almost painful to hear.

After what felt like an eternity the pain started to subside slightly, but I still couldn't move, my chest was heaving and the restrictions across it felt too tight, I was almost struggling to breath. My arms, legs, torso and literally the rest of my body was still black and blue, especially since I got not help to try ease the pain in the holding cell. Thoughts rushed through my head; what's gonna happen to me? Am I gonna get tortured? Where the fuck am i?

Five minutes later, I started to move again, this time able to sit up and out of the restrictions, feeling free. As I glanced around the room, I realised I could well be in a mental institution now. The walls and floors were padded with a white, pillow-leather, making it so if you were to try and smash your head against a wall, you'd probably plummet into a peaceful sleep thanks to how comfy the whole experience is. One of the walls was pure glass, looking out on to what looked to be a lab/workshop. I carefully eased myself off the platform. At first, my legs were unable to keep me standing, but after a couple attempts at standing, then walking I got the hang of it.

I looked down at my hands, fearful of what I might see; two pale, delicate hands yet both very blistered and bruised, thank god. My clothing was still as it was prior - holey and burnt to my blistered skin. Underfoot, the pillowed floor felt lukewarm which was quiet unsettle so I pushed herself back up onto the platform in a sitting position.

I kept glancing at the windowed wall, just in case someone happened to walk past. Nobody did for at least an hour. I didn't want to try and escape, I was tired and had a small feeling that this wasn't just any holding facility. I was sure I had heard of S.H.E.I.L.D. before, but where? Maybe in a magazine or article, I pondered for a couple more minutes until it hit me; Nick Fury was the literal director of S.H.E.L.D. regardless on what it actually was, chances are if he could see me now, I'd be fucking busted.

I peered at the glass once again, finding my reflection and almost gasping in horror. My face was beginning to heal. Sure there were some green and purple bits, however it was less puffy and now I could see out of now, both eyes, which was a problem. On the other hand the scars I had previously given to myself were still there and very sore, I gingerly brought my hand up to touch one and immediately withdrew it, wincing.

Just my luck, suddenly, multiple footsteps began to approach from one of the hallways, I once again hopped off the platform and went right up to the glass, staring out. One of the people looked to be a wearing lab coat, which slightly worried me - I may have catlike abilities but it doesn't mean I should be tested on. He had dark curly-ish hair and wore a button up beneath the lab coat, while the other two men dressed slightly classier. As I inspected their attire walking in, I suddenly realised where I knew two out of the three men were; Tony Stark and Agent Coulson, my capturer.

"What do we have here" Tony teased as he crossed his arms, inspecting me like an animal in a zoo, a frown plastered across his face.

Agent Coulson smiled, "Her name is 'Classified'" he said, looking at his company. "It's quite charming, really"