Redemption

Captured

        Disclaimer: I do not own any of the marvel characters. I do however, own Lucy and any other original characters:)

Lucy's P.O.V

I looked around the room I had woken up in. It had grey concrete walls and a concrete floor, with no decor. The  only furniture in the room was a wooden table with two chairs. I was laying on a black cot with a solid black blanket and black pillow. Not a very colorful room.
         "How the heck did I get here?" I thought to myself. I tried to remember and the details slowly came back to me.
I had been eating dinner when I heard a knock on my door. That was weird. I have virtually no friends. I didn't have any family in town. I usually would have been warned beforehand if someone was going to visit me. I had used my "powers" a lot today though, and I was mentally exhausted.
I guess you could say I was a gifted person. Around the beginning of my teenage years, I started having unexplainable dizzy spells. They would come at seemingly random times, and I had no idea why.
Then the pain started. I would suddenly receive jolts of pain. They would usually travel along my spinal cord, but they could happen be in other places too. They would usually happen at night, right before I fell asleep. It would cause me to suddenly wake up, and sometimes it was so bad I couldn't breath.
I had tried to explain this to my mom, but she didn't know and just took me to see doctors. They ran tons of tests and stuff, but could never find anything. This happened a couple of times, and nothing turned up.
Eventually I stopped talking about it with my mom, and just endured it. I figured if it couldn't be fixed, I should just learn to deal with it.
Then the dreams started. I would dream about seemingly random things, but then the next day they would happen. I didn't tell anyone. I was afraid they would think I was crazy.
           I slowly learned to tell the difference between normal dreams and predictions. I finally had things under control, but I didn't know that that was just the beginning.
          I started to know everything. And I mean Everything. If a teacher would ask a question, the answer would instantly pop into my head. Even if there was no way I should know the answer, I somehow did.
            This went on throughout my teenage years, and I kept it to myself. Mostly.
          Lately I've had some newer "abilities". I've started to read people's minds. This one is new to me, and I'm not sure what to think.
          I had been practicing it all day, and I was getting better at it. Unfortunately this left me both mentally and physically exhausted, which is probably why I didn't know someone was coming to visit me.
I closed my eyes and "searched" outside of my tiny apartment. I was surprised when I realized that there was several people outside of my apartment. I searched farther and found that they had driven here in a black van. I inspected the van and found a dreadful sign in it. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s.
Someone knocked again. Crap. What was I going to do?
I jumped up from my seat and grabbed my kitchen knife. I looked down at it. It would be a ridiculous weapon compared to the ones I knew S.H.I.E.L.D had.
The front door was out. I couldn't escape that way. I closed my eyes and looked outside my apartment.
Dang it. I was completely surrounded. There were S.H.I.E.L.D agents everywhere. They had completely surrounded my apartment building.
"Thud!" I was jostled from my search by the sound of my front door being knocked down. Those dang S.H.I.E.L.D agents. It was too late to escape.
I dived under my kitchen table at the last minute. I had been warned what S.H.I.E.L.D. did with special people. They silenced them. Permanently.
"Lucy Ferns!" a voice said. I remained silent and tried to silence my breathing. I could see two black boots from my spot under the table.
"She's not in her bedroom sir," a voice said as another pair of legs joined the first.
"It's not a very big apartment, Rogers," the black booted person said. "And we now she's here. Our agent saw her enter the apartment. Find her."
"Yes, sir," Rogers replied.
I saw the black boots walk away, which left Rogers. Who exactly was he?
I closed my eyes and carefully search his mind. I don't really like invading other people's minds. It just doesn't seem very ethical. Sometimes it's kind of helpful though.
I was careful to just stay on the surface. That way I wasn't invading his personal thoughts and memories. Steven Rogers. That was his full name. Where had I heard that before? Oh right. He was one of the avengers. Captain America to be exact.
Shoot. I knew I was really in for it if the avengers were here. I kept searching. He knew the plan. Their plan was to try to talk me into coming with them, and if that didn't work, they would take me with them anyway. They had set up agents around my apartment just incase.
I mentally sighed in relief as I found a flaw in their plan. They had agents everywhere, except out my kitchen window. It was possible for me to escape. All I had to do was get past Rogers.
I looked down at my knife again. Well, it was as good a time as ever to use it.
I peeked out carefully before lunging for his leg. I didn't want to kill him. I didn't want to kill anyone. I just didn't want to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Ow!" He shouted as my knife pierced his skin. I left the knife there and quickly jumped up. I tried to run to the window but he grabbed my arm. This made me trip and I pulled both of us to the ground.
"Fury, I got her!" He yelled.
The director of S.H.I.E.L.D ran into my kitchen. I was flailing around on the floor trying to escape, but Rogers wouldn't let go.
"Feld! Stop this nonsense so we can talk!" Fury shouted, but I wasn't listening.
Fury pulled out a gun and shot at me. Then I was surrounded by darkness.
I sat up on the cot I had been laying on. So that was how I got here. I looked down at myself to try to find a bullet wound. There wasn't any.
I must have been shot by one of those icer things. I wasn't sure what the technical name was. Sure I probably could have figured it out using my powers. But I didn't really care what it was called, so it wasn't worth it.
I walked over to the only way out of my "cell", a grey steel door. There was no door knob.
Great. So I was stuck here until someone came to get me.
I was feeling kind of sore from my tussle with Rogers, or Steve, or Captain America, or what ever you wanted to call him. There were lots of names to choose from.
I sat down on the floor and began a series of stretches. Might as well while I'm stuck here.
I suddenly received a warning that someone was coming. I stood up and tried to look tough, which I epically failed at.
The door swung in and in walked none other than the director of S.H.I.E.L.D himself. The man I had been warned to stay away from at all costs.
Miss Feld take a seat please," he said. "We have a lot to talk about."

Authors note:
So this is my first fan fiction ever, so I apologize if it isn't very good. I also apologize for any grammatical errors. Please ignore them. If you think I should continue to write this or have any suggestions, please comment.
Until next time,
~ Emma