What Society Spits Out [MCU Harem x M!OP!Villain!Reader]

Book I, Chapter II

Book I
"Baby Steps"

Chapter II
"Shit Happens"

____(Y/N)'s POV_____

Your eyes snapped open to stare at the grey ceiling above you. You glanced around your surroundings, quickly taking note of everything in the room. It didn't exactly take long, considering it was literally just you and four blank walls. Your poor head aches with a painful headache. You must've been bleeding by the head a bit because you feel the fabric of gauze wrapped around your forehead. Captain America, you bastard.

You sat up slowly and head still aching, leaning with your back. You couldn't get your arms to come to your sides so you already knew you were handcuffed. Not only that -- your hands were also concealed in metal gloves so that you could not use your power on anyone. Great. Your ears perked as you heard the very soft whirring of a camera. Someone was watching. You let out an agitated groan . . . You had been taken prisoner by the Avengers. This was worse than Jail.

The heavy metal door to the room slowly creaked open to reveal multiple heavily armed men pointing many, many guns at me. You smirked and raised your hands a bit. "I surrender," you muttered sarcastically. All of them ignored you.

Two of the guards moved forward and grabbed you by either arm, forcing you to stand. The guards led you through the halls in a standard team - two in front, two in back, and one on either side. You started to slow a bit, your anger and stubbornness getting to you. The second you step out of line, though, one of the guards shoved you forward again. You frowned and glared at him. What you wanted to do was slaughter everyone here. You started looking at your surroundings instead to take my mind off of your irritation.

There were countless doors that looked exactly alike one another lining the hallway, but one of them struck me as odd. It looked to be a bit sturdier than the rest. There were definitely reinforcements built into it, which meant it was either a time out room for the hulk or a way outside. You decided to take your chances on the latter. If you could actually get away from these assholes, you'd be heading back to that door.

Finally, the guards stopped at one of the rooms and swung open the door. They pushed me inside, forced you into a hard, uncomfortable metal chair, and handcuffed me to the table. "If I wasn't handcuffed I'd turn this whole place to ash . . ." You commented. Still, those stonefaced assholes simply ignored you, all of them just leaving you alone in the room. Bored, you let your forehead rest on the cold table.

Near you, the door creaked open and slammed back shut. You kept your head down, listening to the person - a man, if his heavy, plopping feet were anything to go by - as he made his way across the linoleum floor. You winced at the loud screeching of the metal chair being pulled out.

You slowly looked up to meet the eyes of the man across from you. He had short, cropped brown hair and angry blue eyes. You blinked slowly, looking back with your own bored eyes.

"Name," was his first and only word to you.

You were silent.

"Name," he bit back, slightly harsher.

" . . . Nick Fury."

"That's not your name." He snapped.

"What isn't?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Nick Fury."

"Yes?"

"What?" He furrowed his brows a bit in confusion.

"You said my name."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did; you said Nick Fury," you insisted.