female robbery | marvel

Jungle

"Won't you follow me, into the jungle?"

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Harley's screams ripped through the raft as she felt shocking pulses punch through her throat. Pulling at the metal shock collar did nothing to soothe the pain and only resulted in a shock to her fingers.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Clint growls, repeatedly slamming his hands on the glass doors.

A guard holding a black controller looks back at Clint for a moment before turning back to Harley and pressing the circular red button on the controller. The force of the shock knocking Harley into the back wall.

"I'm gonna kill you!" She laughs through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna get outta here, and I'm gonna fucking kill you!"

The guard just smirks and shocks her again when she rushes the cell doors.

"Stop! Man, we get it! Just stop!" Sam yells, an exasperated and scared look on his face.

The guard rolls his eyes and walks to the entrance of their compartment, putting the controller into its place on the wall. He stops for a short moment, pressing the button again before walking out.

Harley lets out a final ear shattering scream.  Breathing heavily, Harley plants her left hand on the side of her cell, her right hand reaching up to the collar, trying to get under it to rub at her neck. When she is unsuccessful, she whips her right arm back and punches her fist on the wall.

"Harley!" She hears Clint's voice echo from a few cells down. "Are you okay? Talk to me." All he gets in response is wheezing and a slight sob.

The teenage girl turns around and lets her body slide down the wall. Her hands wrap around her neck, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut, internally telling herself not to cry. She has endured much worse than this, she isn't gonna let herself be broken by some low-level guard on a power trip.

Harley plants her palm against the wall to her right, breathing heavily.

"Harleen? Harleen?" Scott whispers worriedly, his voice becoming frantic when she doesn't immediately respond. "Oh my fucking god, she's fucking dead."

"I'm good, Scott." The ache in her neck burns hotter as she responds to the older man.

"Christ!" He yelps. A loud bang rings next to Harley's ear, her voice frightened him, causing him to accidentally slam against the wall. "Thought you were dead or something!"

"So close yet so far." Harley whispers wistfully. "I'm fine."

"Good. That's good. I'm glad."

The two sit in an uncomfortable and tense silence.

- - - -

"Cassie's a big fan."

"What?" Harley asks, eyebrows furrowing.

"Cassie, my daughter. You saw a picture of her at my apartment."

"Yeah, I remember her. She's a big fan of what?"

"Of you!"

Harley freezes. Being a teenager, Harley knows all about The Avengers fanbase. She'd seen children and adults alike fawn and faint at the sight of Captain America and Thor. She knew there was a superhero fanclub, but she thought she would be the last person someone would idolize.