Autumn Leaves

Eyebrows.

A/N: Freaking out. Just got back from the land of pizza, pasta, and bloody good icecream. I was writing in my notepad the whole time I was there, so I'll update fat-ass chunks of story.

Love you all, even those of you who don't comment. Yay! I figured out how to do the line thing.

 Savannah'd once heard someone say, long, long ago, that 'One should never judge a man by his eyebrows'.

They had obviously never met Doom.

Underneath his twisted, metallic mask, there was a rather good looking man. If not for the fact that he was one of her kidnappers, and he was about to subject her to horrific torture, she might even consider him her ... type.

Actually, they had people who became emotionally attached to their captors, didn't they?

Wasn't it called Stockholm Syndrome, or something?

Anyway, she'd consider him, if he wasn't a kidnapper, and would-be torturer. Plus, he was SHIELD's 2nd most wanted evil genius (after Loki, of course). And, he had ridiculously scraggy eyebrows, which so did not suit him.

Had she always been so shallow?

Oh yeah, she also kinda loved Loki.

Never mind.

Where was Loki?

Surely he should've noticed she was gone by now? He'd definitely be here soon.

Right?

Anyway, back to whatever.

Why couldn't she concentrate properly? What was she thinking about?

That was it!

Eyebrow man. 

Err...

Doom. Doom, not eyebrow man.

Anyway, back to Doom.

Doom was laughing like a hippy. An evil hippy. Actually, if you thought about it (and Savannah did), he wasn't really laughing, just ... chuckling. Chuckling maliciously.

Malevolent chuckling.

Right, concentrate.

He leaned towards her (Damn, his breath stank), and roughly unshackled her wrists, which quickly began to swell. Then, he dragged her unceremoniously towards a stark-white table. Suspended above it was a metal frame. Savannah was bound tightly to the table, and the strange contraption was lowered onto her.

She couldn't remember much of what happened then. Except, Doom called it the Soul-Shaper, and it hurt.

The pain was almost unbearable, and she was sure that if it continued for much longer, she would go insane. So she tried to distract herself. Humming didn't work, so she tried to remember things. It was hard, though, and she was forced to resort to list-making.

A list of definites.

*Savannah loved Loki.

*Doom and Amora had Savannah, and were torturing her.

*Amora loved Loki.

*Thanos is dead.

*Tony loved Savannah.

*In the unlikely event of an alien attack, one must always make sure that one has plenty of cheese to throw.

*Loki loved ... Tony?

No, that wasn't right.

It couldn't be.

Why couldn't she remember anything?

What had they done to her?

She opened her mouth to ask the grinning megalomaniac hovering malicously to her side, but all that comes out is a scream.

A scream that feels as if it is ripping her apart from the inside-out.

But, as much as it hurt, she just couldn't stop.

Yes, she couldn't remember much of anything, but she could feel pain. And, when her body couldn't take any more, and she eventually lost consciousness, it wasn't the physical pain that pushed her over the edge, but the emotional.

Savannah couldn't think, she couldn't speak, she could barely breathe. There was only the sound of her own disembodied screaming, and pain.

So much pain.