SHIELD'S PRISONER

1. Caught And Captured

The fluorescent lights of the gym buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scene. Becky Lynch, the reigning Raw Women's Champion, strutted in, her signature red title belt glinting over her shoulder. She was early for her training session, relishing the chance to get a head start on her stretches. But as she rounded a corner, a sight froze her blood. There, in a secluded corner, stood her three best friends, the infamous SHIELD faction – Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns.

Except, they weren't discussing wrestling moves. They were speaking in a rapid, guttural language, their faces etched with a seriousness Becky had never seen before. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Aliens. They were aliens. The truth slammed into her like a flying clothesline.

Panic welled up. These were her friends, the guys she confided in, the ones she secretly nursed a crush on – especially Seth. The image of him, all cool and collected in the ring, shattered into a million pieces, replaced by a vision of him... well, of him as an extraterrestrial being. A goofy grin threatened to erupt on her face despite the gravity of the situation. This was too much to process.

Suddenly, a cough escaped her lips, the sound echoing loudly in the silence. Seth's head snapped towards her, his eyes widening in surprise. Betrayal, raw and hot, coursed through Becky. How could they keep this from her?

Before she could even blink, Seth was beside her, his movements blurring. He grabbed her wrist with an inhuman grip, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by a cold, steely glint. "Becky," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Oh, really?" she retorted, her voice laced with disbelief. "Then enlighten me, Superman!" A surge of defiance, fueled by her wrestling spirit, surged through her. She brought her other hand up in a swing, aiming for his jaw.

But Seth was faster. He effortlessly caught her fist, his smirk returning, mischievous this time. "Looks like the Lass Kicker forgot who she's dealing with here," he chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

Before she could react, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She shrieked, kicking her legs in protest. The indignity of it all! This was the man she dreamt of slow dancing with, not getting spanked by!

"Hey!" she yelled, pummeling his back with her fists. "Put me down, you overgrown... architect!"

A sharp smack landed on her backside, making her yelp. "Ow! What the hell, Seth?"

"Trying to escape, are we?" he said, his voice laced with amusement, a hint of something else that made her cheeks burn. He gave her another swat, this one harder. "Seems the Lass Kicker needs some reminding about manners."

Becky glared at him, her face flushed with a mixture of anger, humiliation, and a strange flutter in her stomach.

Seth chuckled, carrying her to a nearby chair. "Keep struggling, and this will get a lot more interesting," he warned, sitting down and pulling her over his knee. He gave her a few more sharp smacks, each one punctuated by her yelps of protest.

"Let me go, you jerk, psycho!" she spat, wriggling furiously.

Seth's smirk widened. "Watch your mouth, or this punishment will only get worse," he said, delivering another stinging smack. "You know, you look really cute wriggling like this. If you were my girlfriend, I might spank you on your bare behind."

Becky felt a confusing mix of humiliation and something else she couldn't quite place. "Thank God I'm not your girlfriend then," she retorted, trying to sound defiant despite the burning pain.

Seth's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Who knows what the future holds?" he said, spanking her again.

Becky couldn't believe this was happening. The smacks were getting harder, and Seth seemed to be enjoying himself. "No one would ever imagine the Lass Kicker getting spanked like a naughty girl," he teased, making her squirm even more. "Remember all those times you pranked me, stole my snacks, and posted those silly pictures of me online? Consider this payback."

Her face flushed with shame and anger. "This isn't funny, Seth!" she yelled, but her voice wavered with pain.

Roman and Dean, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but chuckle. "You might want to stop before her backside gets redder than her championship belt," Dean advised, amused.

"She can handle it," Seth replied, his hand still delivering stinging blows. "Besides, she's still wriggling. That means she's not learning her lesson yet."

"I'm the Raw Women's Champion, not some kid to be spanked!" Becky protested, her pride stinging as much as her behind.

"Champion or not, right now you're our prisoner," Seth said, his tone both playful and stern. "And prisoners need to behave."

After a few more minutes, Becky finally stopped struggling, tears of frustration and pain welling up in her eyes. Seth paused, giving her a mocking pat on the head. "Good girl."

Seth helped her stand and handed her a bottle of water. "Now, you're coming with us to our HQ," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Unless you want another round over my knee."

Becky glared at him but didn't dare to argue. Her aching behind made sure of that. "Fine," she muttered, reluctantly handing over her backpack and phone.

"Turn around," Seth ordered.

"What are you going to do?" she demanded, suspicion in her eyes.

"You'll see," Seth replied with a smirk. "Now, hands behind your back."

Becky hesitated but knew protesting was pointless. She complied, feeling a cold shiver run down her spine as Seth took a pair of handcuffs from Dean and secured them around her wrists.

"What the hell, Seth?" she exclaimed, trying to twist free. "This isn't necessary!"

Seth pressed a finger to her lips. "Quiet now, don't waste your energy," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes.

He led her by the arm to their car, with Dean and Roman following closely. "Remember," Seth whispered in her ear, "not a word to anyone. Or you'll find yourself back over my knee in no time."

Becky glared at him, anger and helplessness swirling inside her. As they drove to their HQ, she couldn't help but wonder how she was going to deal with this new reality—and the complicated feelings she had for Seth, her alien captor.

 That's it for Part 1.