You turned around when you heard someone walk in and it was a redhead who had her sights set on you. She came up to you quicker than a panther and you raised your eyebrows curiously before she punched you straight across the jaw, making you fall to the floor.
"That's for shooting my friend." She spat and you peered up at her with a sick bloody grin.
She stood over you, glaring down at where you sat on your knees now, and you smirked, nodding.
"That's it?" You tilted your head to the side, "Expected more from an assassin."
"Back at you." She snapped and then turned, leaving you there to watch her walk away.
Tony came back in a few minutes later and noticed how your face was, pointing to his own in a silent question.
"I fell." You squinted your eyes and then spat some blood on the floor, making him look at you like you were an animal.
"Seriously? No manners?"
"You kept me waiting for forty minutes!" You protested, "And I have to pee."
"Uhhh..." He looked around for something and then cringed when he met your expecting eyes, "Let me find someone to help you with that."
He came back a few minutes later with a girl about your age, maybe a little younger, and she wore a nice red coat.
"Hiya," You greeted cheekily, and she narrowed her eyes when you lifted the cuffs, "You have nice eyes."
"Thank you," Her accent was flat as she wasn't buying into your pathetic attempt at flattery, "So, how're we doing this?" She asked Tony and you both turned to him.
"You," He narrowed his eyes on you, "Try anything and she'll kill you. She's the most powerful one here and," He looked back to the woman, "You're a girl, so I figured it'd be cool."
She uncuffed you right outside the bathroom and you rang out your hands, rubbing your sore wrists, and wincing when you came over an open cut from the metal digging in.
"There's antibiotics in the cabinet." She offered; her voice much sweeter now that she saw you were hurt.
"Thanks." You smiled and she nodded for you to go inside.
You didn't try anything while you were in there, not just because it would be of no use, but also because you were kind of exhausted after everything. Seeing your reflection in the mirror, you had bags under your eyes and your hair was a mess from being windblown. You dumped some peroxide on your wrists, hissing at the sting, and then placed a band aid on the cuts after it dried.
Once back outside, she didn't put the cuffs back on and you paused, waiting for her to realize.
"Bruce will check your wrists out," Her tone was a warning, "Try anything and you won't make it far."
"Got it," You nodded, putting two fingers up, "No funny business, scout's honor."
She dragged you down to the lab and you winced when you saw an older guy with glasses working on Steve's leg.
"You're lucky it was a through and through," He was saying, finishing the stitches, "And with your enhancements, it'll heal quickly."
"Thanks, Dr. Banner," Then he spotted you and raised his eyebrows, "And here's my shooter now."
"It's merely a flesh wound, captain crunch!" You pouted mockingly and the doctor eyed you over his glasses with judgement.
She sat you down near Steve and stood off to the side while Bruce looked at your wrists with heavy duty gloves.
