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02 - I Didn't Know Vitals Could Behave

TW - scars

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I woke up to someone patting my cheek, their hand clod and clammy. His black hair sitting just above the frame of his glasses.

"Y/N L/N. Hi. My name is Doctor Bruce Banner. How are you feeling?" He asked, pressing cool compress to my forehead.

My eyes widened, and I sat up, grabbing his arm and gripping it tightly.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the Avengers Tower. Natasha brought you," He explained, checking the bullet hole in my wing that was now merely a scar of black skin. "That is quite remarkable... Your healing abilities..." He mused, poking it.

I gripped his arm tighter, anger in my veins. Though I was surprised he was not at all bothered by the two extra limbs protruding from my back.

But what really piqued my interest was how he accessed them, especially if they tend to have minds of their own most says.

"Don't touch me." I threaten, seeping a sense of danger into my tone.

He let go at the same time I did, putting his hand up in surrender. "My apologies. Simply doing my job."

I let out a hum of disapproval, watching as he pulled out a tablet, hovering over me as it took in my statistics.

"Your vitals are stable," He confirms, putting the tablet onto the table to my right.

I take the time to look around, noticing the metal walls of the jet, mapping every escape route and any item that could be weaponized.

Just then, Tony walks into the room, scaring Bruce.

"Tony. Knock next time," Bruce sighs.

Tony raises his eyebrows and shrugs. "Knock knock." He taps the wall with his knuckles, eliciting another heavy sigh from Bruce as he sits beside me.

"So kid, how are you holdin' up?" He popped a blueberry into his mouth.

I watched him carefully. Maintaining eye contact while searching for any form of weapons on him. The glow coming through his shirt was enough of a confirmation that there was a built-in weapon on him.

I huff, not wanting to give a better answer than that.

Tony looked at me with a judgmental once-over. "Okay then." He stood, then pointed at Bruce. "Don't mess her up, man."

Bruce gave a humourless chuckle, imputing my vitals onto some sort of computer, which piqued my interest.

I jumped as a robotic voice rang throughout the room.

"Her vitals are behaved, sir."

Bruce nodded and walked up to me, clasping my wrists in some weird shackles. But they didn't connect by a chain like the shackles HYDRA used. they were silver. With four little blue dots on each. They formed around my wrists like bangles.

"Safety precaution," Bruce explained, "The dots are power limiters. Ranging from uhm- zero to a hundred percent. Going by the quarter."

I nodded and sat up, my wings drooping and hitting the floor on the other side of the bed.

Bruce watched with cautious eyes, but I couldn't blame him. I was a trained assassin from HYDRA. I would be cautious if I was in Doctor Banner's position.

I attempt to reteact my wings.

"I wouldn't do that while theyre healing. Apparently, you did it on the mission and the retraction failed, causing the hole to widen," Bruce explained.

I hugged again.

I look down at the power rsstraints, noticing only one dot lit, signaling that I only have access to twenty-five percent of my power.

Glaring at it, I claw at my wrist bindings, but Tony holds up his armored palm, his repulsors fully charged. I stare at him and stand down, having forgotten that he was there in the first place.

"Yeah, don't even think about it." He lowers his arm, remaining guarded in his expression. "Come with me."

He turns and waves at Bruce before walking out of the lab.

Regretfully, I follow him, following not far behind and paying close attention to my surroundings.

"So what's your name, kid?" He asks, making an admittedly sad attempt at conversation.

"I go by many," I state matter of factly.

"Most people only have one. Your given name. What is your name?"

Deciding to humour him, I say, "Y/N."

He repeats it, rolling it over his tongue to test it out. "Nice. Kay. And your uh... other name?" He waves his blueberry filled hand in the air.

I glower, not liking the question.

"007... Angel."

He blinks rapidly and chuckles. "Okay, Bond. Got it."

I grumble and pause as he walks into an elevator. I stare at the enclosed metal space, not liking it at all, as even the texture of the walls brought back unforgiving memories.

Tentatively, I step inside, looking my gaze on the camera and where it points. Only glancing at the buttons, I notice how many floors are in the tower and hie likely all of them have windows. All providing an escape route if need be.

I discretely send a signal into the elevator, mapping out its electrical circuit. Thought the signal wasn't strong due to my power limiters. It was just enough.

I flinch as the moving room dings and its doors open to reveal a huge open concept space with a bar, lounge, and at least three different levels to just one room.

The only people in the vast space were the other four people I recognized as the Avengers. Plus, there are a few extras. Three of which I recognize to by HYDRA refugees.

They stop their activities and stare at me. Natasha looks me up and down as if sizing me up in case a fight broke loose.

"This is Y/N. A captive. Uhm... yeah. Oh! Don't be dumbasses because she'll probably kill you," Tony explains.

The corners of my mouth twitch up in an amused smirk.

Tony sits between Steve and Thor while I don't move a muscle, not entirely sure what to do in this situation.

Clint looks at me like a target but scoots over.

"Come sit." He pats the sofa.

"No." I walk away and down the halls, noticing many rooms all with symbols on them.

One had and Iron Man mask, another had a shield with a star. Another was a star with jagged lines coming off of it.  And there was also one that looked like a triangular hourglass.

I kept walking until I found a door without a symbol. I pushed the door open, and the room was huge. And Black. It's not my favorite, but I was sure I could manage.

I hear a faint whoosh and turn to face the door as a red laser points at it, moving in a complex pattern to carve a circle with a set of wings in it.

I grumble a bit and sit on the bed, shocked by the softness of the mattress, which seemed to suck me in.

We definelty did not have this at HYDRA. Our beds consisted of steel and screws with what I always thought of as potato sacks at blankets.

Thinking about it, I was just lucky to have survived the winter nights over in Russia.

I look down at my wing once more and decide to go against Bruce's advisement, sucking them into my body. Which was honestly painful, but getting the wings there in the first place hurt way more.

I had the scars to prove it.

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A/N - Yep! 'Nother chapter up and public! Until next time, my darlings!