[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

I struggled against the nurse, whose hand hovered inches away, ready to use more force if needed. "Swallow the pills!" She screamed at me, tightening her hold on my jaw, forcing it open.
I stuck my tongue in the gap, and shook my head violently. I was perfectly fine. Pills were not a necessity to my survival in this world. "Get away from me, wench." I spat at her.
Dropping the bottle of pills in her hand, she fled the room screaming. Later on, I found she had quit her job.

"Avallone, you need to take your medication, otherwise we will have to admit you into a mental ward." The doctor said, with an audible sigh. I shook my head, determined not to take the meds that was assigned to me.
The man in front of me dropped his head into his hands. "I dom't even know if a mental ward would be willing to take you on. You're very lucky your friends have volunteered themselves multiple times to take you in. It looks like I shall be taking them up on their offer. I hope they knew what they are signing themselves up for." He added the last sentence when he though I wasn't listenting, but I heard it.
"When I see you again, you'll be dressed in all black, and lying down in your own coffin," I snarled as he left the room. Only momentarily did he pause before making his escape.

"Here we are." The man who was leading me said. I am sure that his name was Tony, as miss Romanoff had called him. He seemed around his late thirties, and there were a few strands of gray in his hair.
His hair, otherwise, was a dark brown, and neatly cut and carefully swept to the side. His face was hard, giving an almost arrogant feel. Of course, that was the vibe I received from him constantly.
I have already taken a strong disliking to him.
"Don't touch me, pedofile," I said between my teeth as he reached for my hand. Taking a step back, he surrendered and let me enter the enormous building of my own accord.
It was huge. The whole bottom story was just a reception room. There were many desks scattered around, yet it formed a neat pattern. A few people populated the room here and there, obviously hard at work.
An evelator stood to the left of me, and I went straight for it. The man called Tony shouted after me, but the doors closed before he could even come in a two metre radius of me.
The machine wizzed up, and I grabbed the railing voilently. When the doors dinged open, I stepped onto the floor, and started to wander around. I passed many rooms, looking into each one.
There was a giant room with a large pool in the middle. Another was a studio for painting. The third one I came across was a room dedicated to Johnny Cash, which caused me to shudder.
I went back to the evelvator and pressed another button, that took me higher. Exitting the metal death trap, I instantly sniffed the air. It smelled of coffee. I followed it, and found myself in a large room with about four or five couches. It was also connected to a large kitchen, where the man who miss Romanoff introduced as Bruce stood, making coffee.
"May I have a cup?" I asked, already seated on the couch. He jumped, and cursed quietly. He had dropped an empty coffee mug on his right foot, and was now jumping up and down slightly.
"Sorry to startle you." I apologized, quickly walking to him and picking up the shattered pieces of mug. He smiled sadly at me. "Avallone, it is good to have you home. I guess I need to get used to having you back around here."
"Miss Clancy!" A loud, thunderous voice erupted, giving me a good scare. I yelped when a pair of very muscular arms enveloped me in a crushing hug.
"Thor, stop!" Bruce yelled, trying to yank the man's arms away from me, but this only increased the already bone-crushing strength of the embrace.
As Bruce tried to free me, I watched his temper rise, and soon he was on the floor, groaning. The man named Thor stepped back, pulling me with him.
"You idiot!" Tony yelled, coming into the room and seeing the situation. What was wrong? I glanced around, trying to find the source of the problem, but stopped short when I heard a low roar.
Slowly, I swivelled on the heel of my foot, and turned to face a giant green monster. Screaming, I fled the room and bolted down the hallway, unable to stop.
Once inside a random room, I searched for a lock, but found none. "Miss Clancy, do you desire the door locked?" A voice asked me. I searched the room quickly for the owner, but found none.
"H - hello?" I croaked, grasping my heaving sides. "It is me, Jarvis, miss Clancy." The voice said again. There was no one in the room. "Who are you?"
"I am Mr Stark's personal artificial intelligence system. I run the whole tower." The voice informed me. I screamed and covered my ears. My head was throbbing, and I collapsed onto the ground.

Tony's P.O.V.
Finally, we calmed Banner down, and started the search for Avallone. We had checked nearly every room when Jarvis said, "Mr Stark, Avallone has appeared to have collapsed in her room."
We stumbled there, fighting to get there first. I won the race, and burst through the door. She had collapsed onto the ground. "I'll take care of this." I shouted to the other two.
Reluctantly, they left. "Oh Avallone." I whispered as I picked her up. "What happened Jarvis?" I asked, searching her arms for new cuts, but found none, though I did find healing scars that looked pretty recent. Fuck.
"Miss Clancy came into the room, her heat beat very rapid, and attempted to the lock the door. I asked her if she wanted me to lock it for her, and her heat beats rose even higher. As I told her who I was, she collapsed."
I face palmed. "Jarvis, Avallone cannot remember a single thing from living here. She has no clue who we are. She freaked when she saw Bruce turn into the Hulk, and when you started talking to her, of course she was going to pass out. This is practically all new to her."
"It seems that Miss Clancy has aquired amnesia." Jarvis stated, before becoming silent."No shit," I mumbled under my breath. "Jarvis, get Natasha in here."