Psych the Avengers Out

Glass Cage

Fury dragged us up here for her? Doesn't look like much.

Apparently she gave them a good fight. She put two of Fury's men in the hospital.

Still, I don't see why I needed to be pulled away from Malibu.

Quit your whining Tony, it's grinding my last nerve.

Are you sure it's your last nerve?

Stark, I'm warning you...

Groggily, she came to. There were two voices talking not too far away but her addled mind really couldn't make much of it. She kept her breathing slow and even so as not to arouse their suspicions and did a mental check of her situation.

She was lying on her side on a cool metallic surface. Her thigh was burning something fierce as was her shoulder. Most likely an after effect of the neurotoxin. Her left eye felt puffy and she suspected she'd have a hard time opening it. No injuries she'd sustained would slow her down when she found an escape route. Good news. The voices had been coming from behind her so she slowly opened her eyes. Just as she'd suspected, her left one barely opened.

Still not moving, she surveyed her surroundings. There were clear walls around her and judging by the section she could see, the cell was circular in shape. There was no furniture. The ceiling was approximately seven or eight feet tall; she couldn't tell through her swollen eye. That would impair her depth perception in a fight. She filed that away for later. Time to focus on the now. There was light coming from fluorescent tube bulbs over her head. Her surroundings were sparse, definitely a holding cell. Not sound-proof since she could still hear the two men arguing. How tiresome. But worse still, she couldn't see a way out.

She really didn't want to deal with those two bickering idiots but maybe she could glean some information from them. Softly, she moved her arm in front her and pushed herself up, turning to face the two arguing men. One of them looked like a classy business man, trim in a grey suit with dark hair and a close-cut beard. The other was taller with sandy hair and the physique of a serious body-builder. They were so engrossed in their banter that her movements had gone unnoticed. She assessed her odds. She could probably get past the business man assuming he was what he appeared, but she didn't like her odds of getting by the bigger one. As she stands they finally noticed that she was awake.

They all just stand there for a moment, sizing each other up. "She's even shorter than I thought," the dark-haired man remarked, shattering the silence. The other man snorted.

"But she sure doesn't lack in the other departments. Look at that muscle," he remarked. The girl blushed furiously and fixed him with a scowl. "Sorry, love, where are my manners," he said placing a hand dramatically on his chest. She quirked and eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest with a get-on-with-it look on her face.

"This, my good lady, is Captain Steve Rogers," he said, gesturing to the sandy-haired man who continued to stare at her like she was a museum exhibit.  "And, I," the dark-haired man said with a flourish, "Am Tony Stark, the one and only."

When she failed to look impressed, Tony sighed in frustration. "How come all of the good looking ones are so hard to impress?" he bemoaned to Rogers. The captain shook his head with a small smile.

"Sorry about him," Steve muttered. She caught his trailing thought as he lounged back against the railing along the edge of the catwalk he was standing on. I hope Fury gets here soon. I can't take Stark much longer.

She also caught snippets of Tony's thoughts. Stubborn chick, I like that. She rolled her eyes. Wonder what Fury wants with her.

Just then, the door to her prison opened up and the dark-skinned man with the eye patch walked out onto the catwalk surrounding her cell. He was followed by a couple of soldiers, all dressed in navy. The girl simply regarded him with a cool gaze, arms still crossed across her chest. She assumed this was the famous Fury.