Natavona...Avenger? (Avengers Fan Fic)

Chapter 1: A Normal Girl

I strain against my binds to no avail. My captor, a man with short messy hair and brown eyes is talking to a room of people. They all sit around  a table, and they all look unwelcoming. I'll find no sympathy with anyone here.

"...This is the future. People like this. This technology." He's pointing to to some images of the Avengers. "If we are to fight, we need people like this and advanced technology. So we'll take it..." He's interrupted suddenly by a bunch of agents of some sort rushing through the door.

"Hands up!"One agent calls to the alarmed room of people. At the front of the group is a red head and a guy with a bow and quiver. The next seconds are chaos as the people at the table attempt to flee or fight. The redhead and bow guy are kicking ass and I turn to my captor with pleading eyes. I don't want to be left here.

"Please!"I cry.

He grabs me roughly and drags me up, "Come on." He takes out a knife to try and cut my ropes so I can run easier but the redhead agent takes him out. I fall over and try to back away.

"Freeze!"I turn to stare down a gun barrel. I freeze in my tracks, not daring to move. I try to swallow the lump in my throat. They won't kill me,right?

"Let her go," The redhead says to the agent. "She's a captive." The agent lowers his gun as she pulls the rope off my wrists. "Come with me," She offers me a hand up and I take it, only then noticing how much my own hands are shaking.

I got in a car with the red head, and must of zoned out, because the next thing I know, I'm walking down a hallway and then sitting at a table. I get a better look at the red head an the bow guy and realize who they are. Black Widow and Hawkeye. Shit. What is going on?

I haven't spoken a word to anyone the entire time I've been here. I'm afraid to say anything and run the risk of getting myself in more trouble. I don't know what's going on so for all I know this could be an illusion or hologram of some sort. I could actually be at Hydra and they are trying to get something out of me. But why would Hydra want me?

Widow is talking to a man as I sit silently at the table and watch.

"....And this girl was a hostage?" The man asks Widow. She nods and he turns to look at me. Tony Stark.

"What's your name?" A second blonde man asks, who just so happens to be Steve Rogers. My god. It's Captain America!

I don't say anything in reply, I'm still scared. I don't know what's going on. A man with an eye patch walks up to the front of everyone, standing directly across the table. "I'm Director Fury. You're at S.H.E.I.L.D. Do you know who these people are?" He gestured to the three people around him. I slowly nod. "Then do you know who these people are?" He presses a button on a ipad on the table and it projects a bunch of profile pictures. I look at the pictures, my eyes settling on my captor's photo last. My eyes get wide as I nod again."Do you know why you were captured?" He asks.

I open my mouth, working my jaw slightly, but end up closing it again. I shake my head, dropping my head slightly. I'm scared as hell right now. "I know this is a lot to process, and you may still be in shock of it all. But I need you to remember if there is anything you heard as to why you were there." Director Fury says firmly. I stay silent."Very well.  Agent Romanoff will escort you to where you will be staying for the duration of your time  here. If you remember anything, you are to tell one of us imediately. Do you understand?"

"Yessir,"I mutter quietly.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Widow, or Romanoff, I guess, asks.

I just look up and nod my head. "Good." Director Fury walks away.

"Come with me," Romanoff says again. I get up and allow her to lead me to my room. We walk down hallway after hallway in silence. How could anyone manage to navigate this place? We pass by many other agents in the halls, all of them seem wrapped up in their own world. I can't believe I'm at S.H.E.I.L.D. This is insane. I'm just a normal girl,with a normal life, and a normal job. Still, I can't help but remind myself. Normal girls don't get held hostage by random strangers.