Tied

Eight

“No.” Dahlia hissed on the eighth day with no breakthrough.

“Yes.” Natasha huffed, pulling her up from the chair with a fight. “Thor, a little help?” 

The Asgardian God stood, striding over to where Natasha was struggling to contain Dahlia's limbs. 
He threw her over his shoulder and she finally stopped struggling. 

Dahlia let out an exhausted sigh, fixing a glare at the back of Bruce's head. He had already taken over where she had left off. 

“See you in sixteen hours.” Natasha smirked. 

“Go fuck yourself.” 

“Love you too, Lia.”

“Thor, buddy, my dear friend, can you put me down?” Dahlia asked nicely. She may have been strong enough to fight Natasha and other super soldiers, but it was no use trying to fight Thor, which meant she had to try other tactics. 

“No.” He immediately replied. “You need to rest now. I will have Lady Natasha tie you to the bed if I must.” 

Dahlia's nose scrunched up. “I'm kinky, but not that kinky.”

Thor placed her on the bed in the room that had been set up for her — it hadn't been touched until then. He covered her up and stood there with his arms crossed. 

She pouted at the man, attempting to fight how the warmth of the bed in the cold room made her feel comfortable. It made her feel warm and safe and defeated. . . She nearly missed the feeling of her eyelids drooping, shielding the hazel color of her irises from view. 

“Sleep.” Thor told her. 

“No.” Dahlia replied, her voice going soft as unconsciousness took over. A dreamless sleep welcomed her like an old friend. 

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It was dark when Dahlia woke up again. Thor wasn't in the room but a glass of water sat on her bedside table. For a moment, she debated going back to sleep. It was dark — she didn't know what time it was, but it seemed to be late as there wasn't much noise on that side of the compound. 

She tried to force it, but something was telling her to get up. . . The feeling only heightened when the ground began to shake and the computer that was supposed to be monitored began blaring in the night. 

Dahlia practically jumped out of bed and ran barefoot down the hall that Thor had carried her down earlier. She wasn't sure when her shoes had been taken off or when her blouse and skinny jeans had been replaced with stretchy black leggings and an old Guns N’ Roses tee. 

But that wasn't her concern at the moment.

Her concern was the computer screen flashing red with still codes. It took Dahlia all of three seconds to get the blaring to stop, but the screen was still flashing. 

She then followed Bruce, Natasha, and Steve outside into the yard where they watched a spacecraft's landing gears deploy just as they touched down. 

Dahlia watched closely, fighting the urge to step forward as the hatch opened and Tony stepped out, supported by a robotic looking woman. He looked much older. Worn out. . . Ready to give up. She couldn't blame him. 

She'd been in that same position for the last few weeks. . . The only things that kept her in some sort of sane state were Natasha and Morticia. . . Pietro helped a little bit, but he was far too flirty and energetic for the young woman. 

Steve ran to help Tony before she could move another inch, the man grabbing a hold of Steve's arm. 

“Couldn't stop him.” Tony said.