My heart pounded as I ran down the tattered streets of New York. The creatures that had been attacking the city were gone, the Avengers had won. Now if only I could find them, "Agent (L/N) have you located the Avengers?" My comlink buzzed in my ear.
"Negative," I replied, "I'll continue to look." I stop for a breath as I reached the base of Stark Tower, I sighed, guess I should just head back to my quinjet.
Suddenly a pair of strong hands grabs me from behind, wrapping around my waist and covering my mouth.
Instantly my senses kicked in, I reached behind my back and grabbed my captor, throwing him forward over my shoulder into the nearest wall. My back and shoulder burned from the sudden exertion as I turn to run; and froze, my limbs stuck in place, I can't move.
I struggle to move but it's no use, my heart pounding as I felt my whole body numbing over.
"My my," said a silky smooth voice from behind me, " aren't you a firey one?" I let out a strained gasp of fear as my attacker came into view, his piercing green eyes staring into my soul. He stood at least a head taller than me, and I watched as he ran a shaking hand through his disheveled raven hair and glared pointedly at me before leaning in to speak in a low commanding hiss.
"Now, let me tell you how this is going to go," he spoke softly as he reached up and plucked my com link from my ear, "you, my firey maiden, shall lead me to your ship. And kindly fly me off to safety."
I struggled to speak as he crushed my comlink with the heel of his black leather boot. Finally managing a raspy version of my voice I growled daringly, "And if I refuse?"
He smirked an evil grin that struck a cord of fear within me. "Then we shall see just how much damage I can do before you finally give in." He spoke hushed in my ear, his words dripping with poison.
With a flick of his wrist, the feeling in my lumps rushed back in a wave of pins and needles as I fell face forward into the pavement.
"OW!" I yelled angrily.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed hold of me by the back of my collar, lifting me to my feet like a dog and giving me a painful jolt and he forced me around the other way and jabbed my side. He was standing way too close for comfort. "Lead the way." He ordered, his breath hot on my neck.
I grunted in pain as he pushed and thrust me forward. Regaining my footing, I decided there was no point in running. I'd just have to wait until the right moment, I sighed as I walked slowly and painfully in the direction of my parked quinjet. My skin still crawling with needle-like feeling at every movement. 'What is this guys problem anyways? He is obviously related to whatever the Avengers had been fighting or else he wouldn't be running away. The air about him seemed familiar. As if I've seen him before very recently. Exactly who am I at the mercy of?' I wondered to myself.
The downside of working for S.H.I.E.L.D. is that no one ever tells you these things.
I took a quick look behind me to analyze him. He was tall and dark, to say the least, the little skin that was visible was covered in deep cuts. For a single fleeting moment, I actually felt a little sorry for him. But then it hit me, the dark hair and deathly aura coupled with an ego to kill, he was the prisoner who'd escaped the helicarrier right before the siege of New York. My head pounded at the thought of being stuck in the hands of an otherworldly criminal army leader, which is what I was now sure he was. My moment of terror was cut short as he turned and met my gaze, and for a split second I could've sworn I'd seen the pain in his eyes. But then it was gone, and he was urging me along with an emotionless threatening gaze.
Then and there I decided to myself, 'There's something more to this insanity, and I'm going to find out what.'
