An Angel in The Dark (Under editing)

Rescued

Falia P.O.V

I awoke in a room covered in hexagons. I was laid on a bed and there was a table on the other side of the room. Immediately by instinct I backed up again the wall. My muscled were tense and my wings were pinned to my back.

No one was in the room so I relaxed a bit and saw something white on the table. The delicious smell of real food flooded my nose. I wanted to get up and scarf it down but I told my self not to so I slowly stood and grabbed it. Inside was part of a bird and leaves. Salad I think. There was also a water bottle. I took it to the corner and started eating slowly. I savored each bite.

The door opened and the man from before came in. I back into the wall more. He sat in the chair at the table and looked at me with kind eyes. Something I haven't experienced for a long time. I looked at him, Phil right? I looked down trying to remember him but it wasn't happening. "Falia do you-do you remember me?" He asked heartbroken. I don't know why but I felt extremely sad when he did. "I-I'm sorry... no." I whispered. "Can we bring in a doctor to check you out?" He asked. I slowly nodded even though my mind was screaming no.

Phil walked out and Slowly I got on the bed. A women about my size came in with a sad smile. She looked familiar too. I just couldn't put my finger on it. Her long brown hair was pulled up and she had a soft smile on her face.

Third Person P.O.V

"She's so scared." Steve Rogers said. He was a tall man with brown hair that was neatly combed and a big build. He stood by the table watching the screen. "They've hurt her so much." Clint looked away from the screw . Clint was a slender man, built for agility. He sat in a chair with an arrow in his hand. Clint hated seeing the girl like this. Mainly because he knew Falia since she was a baby. Phil came in looking down painfully. "Who was the other women?" He opened another screen in front of him. A women sat in the other room. She had wings much like Falia's but she was older and had brown wings. "Angelica, she has wings like
Falia. She's around fifty." Natasha said. Natasha was a skinny women who was built for her job, an assassin. Natasha also knew Falia since she was a baby but wouldn't show how scared and worried she was.

"She's old enough to be Falia's mom." Tony smirked. Everyone of the Avenger's loved the girl even if they didn't know her very well. They hated seeing her like this. Bruce questioned, "Anything on who did this?" He asked. Bruce was mad, almost to the point where his other side would come out. His Hulk side wanted who ever did this to pay. Everyone did. "No, we're thinking it might be hydra but there's nothing for sure." Phil said. Phil knew this girl more than anyone else here. He was there each time she was caught and was always the one to rescue her. She was like a daughter to her and this hurt him.

There was a loud scream as the doctor on the screen flew across the room. Falia had her hand up. Simmons, the doctor, was on the wall holding her throat. Everyone ran to the room and Phil was the first one in the room. "FALIA!" Phil yelled. Falia realized what she was doing lowered her hand. Simmons fell to the ground coughing. The assassins helped her out. Bruce motioned the others away. Falia looked at her hands scared and backed up to the corner again. She started crying again. Bruce remembered the first time he met Falia's
. She was crying in the elevator.

"Stay away I-I'm a m-monster." She cried putting her hand up like a shield. "I remember when I first met you." Bruce said. Jaylah looked up confused while trying to calm down. Bruce sat on the bed. "You were so young." he watched the wall. Falia was listening carefully. "I was going up stairs to see what all the fuss was about. So I opened the elevator and to my surprise a young girl was there. She was crying and looked like she was scared. The scars on her told her story. You were strong. So strong you that you were still here through everything you went through." Bruce looked over with loving eyes.

Falia's P.O.V

I looked to the man. He looked so familiar, I knew his face and the memory but who was he. All I could recall was what he told me. "Who are you." I leaned towards him. "Bruce Banner." He said hopeful. Picture of him showed in my head. I knew him! I Knew him. "I know you!" I said before my head started stinging. My head showed me even more memories. It reversed what ever the people who captured me gave me. Memories of me flying around the city, roughly landing on the deck, Phil rescuing me and comforting me when I cry, Natasha and Clint playing with me as a baby, Steve and Thor questioning my scars. It hurt, the memories, but I was relieved that I could remember them. I could remember my friend. I could remember Phil, my hero.

I screamed in pain. The medication was fighting my mind. I heard Bruce in the distance. Soon it all went black.

I awoke to a beeping sound. I groaned and tried to remember what happened but I couldn't. it was like something was blocking my memories. My wings spread out as I stretched. The door opened and I quickly folded my wings. A man with brown hair came in, Phil I think.

"Good morning or should I say, afternoon." He smiled. The door shut.