Half an hour later, you and Winter were sitting at the table again, now each with a plate of pasta in front of you. You have never had pasta before and you were very exited to try it. Plunging your fork into the noodles, you brought it up to your mouth, but right before you were going to take a bite a hand landed on your shoulder. You looked up to see a rugged looking man standing above you.
"Look at what we have here." The attention of the other inmates were now being drawn to you and the man. "I haven't seen a woman other than that red-head bitch in years. What's your name sweetcheeks?"
You sighed and softly set your fork down, standing up to meet the man.
"I don't believe that's any of your concern." Your subtle German accent started to slip out with your annoyance.
"Oh, but darling, it is. I run this place, you see. I need to know who's under my... domain." With these last words he moved his hand to stroke your cheek. Your hand instantly flew to his, slowly bending it back. You saw pain in his face but you didn't stop. His wrist broke with a snap and he screamed, bending over and cradling his hand in his arm.
You kicked him in the groin and kneed him in the face when he bent down even farther. You punched him onto the ground and kicked him in the ribs until you heard a few more snaps.
Other prisoners started to circle you, one even running towards you. Before you could do anything, however, a huge arm clothes-lined the man, causing him to fall to the ground on his back. The arm belonged to a pissed looking Soldat. Another man came into the circle to fight Winter, but he was quickly taken down with a right hook to the face.
From across the circle a short man rushed towards you, but you just kicked him in the stomach then the ass. His face was priceless, and it made you laugh out loud.
"Troop! This is no laughing matter." A still angry Winter said. He was fighting more men now, three at a time.
"Well if you saw that guy's face, you would be laughing with me." You chuckled. This whole situation was very amusing to you.
That was, of course, until someone knocked over your plate of pasta. You took the last of it from the cafeteria. You didn't know when you would be able to get more. And you were so excited to try it.
You froze. Your hands coiled into twitching fists. All you could see was the man that spilled your pasta all over the floor. He was fighting Winter, not caring that he just made a decision that he would very soon regret. You started walking over to him, ignoring the others that were trying to take you down. Once you reached the man, you ripped him off of Winter by his collar. He flew to the floor but quickly jumped back up, starting towards you. You punched him in the face then dodged one of his own attacks. You kick him in the shoulder, punched him in the chest and then kneed him in the nose. He tried to put his hands up to show you that he forfeits, but you keep going at it. You flip him over your shoulder then kick his stomach while hes on the ground. You grab the plate that was on the floor, smashed it into the table, picked up a shard of the glass and you stab the man in the side of the head with it.
Everyone froze. The man stopped moving. It was silent.
"What the hell?" Someone said as they entered the room. You saw that it was spaghetti head with Steve and an angry sunglasses behind him.
"Stevie!" You shout, but his eyes are on the dead man at your feet, his blood covering your shins and hands. "What are you doing here?"
"Hey... Troop. Did you do this?" He said your name like it pained him. His face was of betrayal and disappointment. For some reason that face makes you feel a thing in your chest. It was almost suffocating. But instead of hanging your head like you wanted to, you kept up your I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude.
"In my defense, he spilled my pasta all over the floor." That just made him look even more horrified.
"See? See? Y/N would never do that. She was always way too sweet!" Sunglasses shouted, pointing to you while he yelled at spaghetti.
"Whoa. Don't talk to spaghetti head like that." You said. It was only after they gave you confused looks that you realized that you used the names that you gave them in your head out loud. "I mean... Wait, what's his name?"
"...Bruce." Bruce said slowly.
"Yeah. Don't talk to Bruce like that." Steve sighed, and turned away from you. You didn't know why everyone was acting weird all of a sudden. You thought that Steve was probably just shocked that you killed someone, but why were Bruce and sunglasses acting strange? And what did sunglasses mean by 'Y/N would never do that.' He called you Y/N and you didn't like it. "Why's everyone acting weird?"
"Follow us. We need to tell you something." Bruce told you, motioning for you to walk out of the room.
"Put her in handcuffs first though. We don't know what she'll do." Sunglasses said, giving you a dirty look.
"I don't need handcuffs, thank you very much." You scoffed back.
"Whatever. Just hurry up." You looked back at Soldat, wanting his advice for if you should go or not. He gave an ever so slight nod telling you that it's okay to go. You walked out of the room right behind Bruce.
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Time skip brought to you by you being very annoying as you walk the halls beside Steve
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Finally, you reach a room with a desk and four chairs. One of the chairs is on the far side of the table while the other three are all on the close side.
"Go sit on that chair." Bruce said, pointing to the lone one. You listen, moving around the desk and taking a seat.
"Why am I here?" You ask Bruce.
"Well, um, we got your DNA test back." You straightened in your chair. "But the thing is, some of us," he looks at sunglasses, "aren't happy with the results."
"What do you mean?"
"The results are wrong! Something must be happening with the tester!" Sunglasses said, throwing his hands up into the air.
"Tony. We tested her blood six times. The results were always the same. Now tell her what they were." Steve told sunglasses with a commanding attitude.
"No, because they are wrong. I don't want her to believe something that isn't true."
"Tony, tell her or I will."
"No!" Sunglasses said again.
"Fine! Troop. We think we know who your parents are."
"Who?" You asked, sitting on the edge of your seat.
"We think you're... Tony's daughter."
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Forgotten (y/n Stark x Avengers)
FanfictionY/n was just like any other little girl. Except the small fact that her dad was a famous billionaire. And genius. And playboy. When she was four HYDRA found out that your Tony's biggest weakness, so they took you for ransom. But the thing is, they d...
