Mmmmmm. You woke up with your face buried in a pillow. A very nice pillow, to be exact. Groaning, you rolled over onto your back, then rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up a bit.
Once your vision cleared, you could see that you were not in your bedroom at home. In fact, where you were looked nothing like you had ever seen in your life. It was a big white room, with white ceilings, walls and furniture. There was a large flat screen TV hanging on the wall opposite your bed. Looking down, you realized that you still were wearing the pajamas that you started out the night in, but they were a little bit dirtier than they should have been. Sliding off of the bed, you walked over to the TV, inspecting it to see if you could find any secret cameras or anything that could give you a clue as to where you were. There were no windows, only one door. You couldn't find anything suspicious about the TV, so you walked over to the door and tried it. Much to your surprise, it opened.
Into another white room. Well, in all honesty, it was more of an sitting room, and it was tastefully decorated, unlike your room. There was a white leather sofa, a white coffee table, a white rimmed mirror, and the walls were white too. Surprise.
Looking back at where you had come from, you were surprised to see that the side of the door that faced you was a bookshelf, full of books whose spines were the only source of color in the room. Hidden door? Yes.
You walked over to the window, parted the curtains, and took a cautious look at what lay outside. It was a pool deck, fenced in by glistening green shrubbery, complete with white pool furniture. The best part was that it was right next to the ocean, and white sand beaches.
Honestly, there was so much white here, it was like you were in heaven.
Except for the fact that a horrendously hairy man was pacing the pool deck with his chest hair on display like a proud father. Perhaps he was Italian?
He turned his head to look at something, which meant that he ended up drifting his eyes past the window you occupied. Startled, you whisked the curtains back into place, and slowly walked back to the secret room.
Unbeknownst to you, the man on the pool deck grinned maliciously when he saw you get flustered. Everything was going to plan.
You continued to walk around the room, testing out the couches and chair, and looking for something to eat, because by now you were starving. There were a few things that looked edible laying around, but they didn't look tasty, so you continued looking. Just when you were starting to contemplate eating the wax fruit on one of the end tables, low and behold another secret door opens, and in walks the hairy chested man from the pool. Only this time, he's wearing a suit.
What color is the suit? White. Good guess. Oh God, and he's wearing a fedora too. Please excuse me while I throw up. Anyways, back to your kidnapper.
After his girth clears the door, a swarm of about 8 bodyguards file in after him, making sure you're not posing a threat. After all, pretty girls in pajamas must be pretty dangerous. One of the henchmen pulls a cigar out of his pocket, hands it to the man, and lights it for him. Once this elaborate show of power in complete, the fat man sets himself down on a couch, and motions for you to do the same.
"Well, I'm sure you know who I am, so there won't be a need to introductions."
"Actually, I have no idea who you are. Have we met before?"
"HAHAHA, that's real funny. Now, let's get on with why you're here-"
"No, I don't know who you are. Seriously. I have never seen you before in my life, unless I blocked those memories out because they were horrible. Still, please tell me who you are."
He was just about to go into his villainous speech about you forgetting who he is, although how you can forget someone you've never met is beyond me, when one of his men interrupted.
"Excuse me, sir, but you're client is here. He's waiting by the pool."
"Thanks, Joseph." He turned to look at you once again. "I'll be back for you later." And with that, he left with his entourage, leaving you in hungry peace once more.
As soon as you were sure that they were gone, you rushed over the window that overlooked the pool. There, you could see this meeting that was supposed to take place. There was a man wandering about, inspecting shrubs and the like, but you couldn't see their face. However, that suit did look awfully familiar. Fat Man strolled around the corner just then, with his bodyguards in tow.
The men stood talking for a few minutes, looking out over the beach and towards the wave, before they moved to a point where you could see the face of the visitor.
Shockingly, the visitor is none other than your boyfriend, Tony Stark. He continues to engage your captor for quite a while, but you can tell he is only half invested in the conversation. The majority of his attention is drawn towards the house, his eyes roaming over the structure to try and spot where you are. His eyes lock onto your window, which send you into a flurry trying to tell him that you're there. You rush into the bedroom, grabbing the white sheet off the bed to use as a flag, but by the time you get back to the window, the two men are nowhere to be found.
You sink to the floor in despair, pulling the sheet around you. As the tears started falling, the depth of the situation hit you. You were here, captive, under the control of an unknown villain. Your boyfriend had been here, and he was doing nothing. Well, he might be doing something, like figuring a plan to get you out of here, but that would take a while for him to implement, and then where would you be? You could be dead by then!
Just when your mind was coming up with the worst things that could possible happen, you heard a little whirring sound from the other side of the wall. You quickly dried your tears on the sheet and slowly walked over to the wall to investigate. Standing a few feet back from the wall, you could see it vibrate. Pretty soon, there was a little bright light that appeared and went around the wall in a circular shape. At sure, you weren't sure what was happening, but as the light grew brighter, you realized that someone was cutting a hole in the wall. You stepped back, ready to run if needed, but as soon as the wall fell in, you realized that was silly.
On the other side of the hole, your knight in shining iron-thattechnicallywasn'tironbutitsoundsbetterthangoldtitaniumalloyman- was hovering, torch in hand.
He put his torch away as you stood there, mouth open in surprise, and then finally turned to you. "Miss me?" He asked cockily.
"You bet your ass. What the hell took you so long to get here?!?!" You asked in exasperation as you took his hand and jumped into his arms.
Before he flew off, with you in his arms of course, he answered. "Eh, had to put on a fresh coat of paint. Ya know, spectacular rescue and all. Ouch, jeez!"
Of course, you had smacked him.
_____________________________________________________________________________
A/N
Hey guys! So just in case you were wondering, I am still alive! Great news, right?
You won't believe how guilty I am over neglecting this for as long as I have. But I am so sorry. However, writers block mixed with Grade 12 mixed with important life decisions mixed with being my friends' relationship counselor plus college applications makes for a really stressful life. Oh, did I mention I also have a part time job and teach piano lessons? No? Must have slipped my sleep deprived mind.
I'm really sorry if this is shit. I really am. I'm gonna try and update more, probably not a ton but at least more than once per ice age, so yeah.
Sorry if I neglected you, but I'm back and I'm trying to do better.
