Stuck in Avengers!

Wide Awake

Cyril POV:

My eyes felt sticky and rough as my lids slowly dragged across them. The room I lay in was fuzzy, and I could only slightly make out my surroundings. Which were unfamiliar. Wait, where the hell am I? Trying to be inconspicuous, I gently shifted my hands, moving them quietly about me. I concluded that I was on a couch. Also, the couch was that kind of fuzzy leather (or pleather, I can't really tell) that you usually find on little straps of stuff. And shoes! Shoes too. Still groggy, I moved on from analyzing the couch to the two blurry figures who where speaking incoherently. One male, one female. Closing my eyes, I focused on their voices, and they cleared instantly. "Tony, what is S.H.I.E.L.D going to do about this? One of their colleagues is dead, and that's sad, but calling an ambulance would be a good idea." the woman said. The soft padding of bare feet approached me, but stopped. "Did..her hands move?" the woman queried nervously. My mind turned it's gears. Tony, Tony, Tony. Stark, possibly? "There's no way those hands could've moved. Unless of course, you forgot the way the were positioned before. Which is probably the more logical answer." Tony replied to Pepper. I had to know. I was 99% sure anyways. "Tony..As in Tony Stark?" I croaked hoarsely, and Pepper let out a shrill cry. "Oh my GOD!" She exclaimed, and scooted backward. I observed this through half-lidded eyes.
"So, what is this, Castle in the Sky combined with Night of the Living Dead?" Tony asked sarcastically, and I shuddered, trying to lift my bones into a sitting position.
"Please help me," I squeaked pathetically, and lifted my arm a little. A strong pair of hands gripped my shoulders and hauled me up stick straight. Leaning against the couch, I sighed. "That's better. I fell asleep. Why do you assume that I cannot move my limbs? Did something happen to me while I was out?" I asked Pepper and Tony suspiciously while staring at my hands, trying my hardest to move them. One finger at a time. Move your pointer finger. Move your pointer finger. MOVE YOUR POINTER FINGER.
"Your name's Cyril Morey, right?" Tony asked, and I snapped out of my reverie.

"How did you know that?" I questioned.

"S.H.I.E.L.D files. They seem to have a little information on you. Those little powers of yours are definitely enough to get on their list." Tony answered and drew up his discovery. Two photos were accompanying my file; one of my sleeping face (which I assume they took when I got subdued) and a shoulder-up head shot of me glaring at someone.

"When did they take those without my noticing?" I puzzled, squinting at the surprisingly clear pictures.

 "Cyril, I'm going to check your pulse. An agent will be here any minute, so just stay calm." Pepper told me, and pressed to fingers to my neck. Her eyes widened after thirty seconds, and she let out a breath. "I can feel a slight pulse. She's definitely alive. This is impossible though, I don't understand," she said excitedly.
"It's probably just science that hasn't been explained yet," I confessed, shrugging my shoulders. A phone began to ring, and Tony ignored it.

"Pick it up!" Pepper exclaimed, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Hello, you have reached the look-alike robot of Tony Stark. Please don't leave a message, and do me a favor and go away," Tony spoke into the phone. Pepper and I stared at the man, exasperated. "Sir, my programs are being overridden," Jarvis chimed from somewhere, and I jumped. The elevator dinged open, and Coulson stepped through. "Phil, I'm so glad you're here!" Pepper said happily, standing up from her place next to me and walking over to him. "Phil? His first name is Agent." Tony corrected her, pointing while holding his drink. Coulson and Pepper exchanged pleasantries, before the Agent quickly walked to me.

"Miss Morey, how nice to see you again. Have you been feeding yourself properly these past few days? We'll have to get you some dinner. Thank you for rescuing her, Mr. Stark. How did you come upon her, again?" Coulson asked, and Tony eagerly replied.

"She fell from the sky. No aircraft. Just fell. Did I mention it was from the sky?" he explained, pointing at the ceiling. "Also, she didn't have a pulse until ten minutes ago. So, just do what you want with that information." I was beginning to feel more energy, and stretched my limbs curiously. Pushing myself up, I ignored Coulson's offer for help, and tottered around the coffee table with the legs of a three year old. "Alright, let's get you out of here. I'll get that heartbeat problem attended to as soon as we get to one of our bases."

-At the Base (which has the Tesseract)-

Cyril:

"So what you're saying is that you guys fished the Tesseract out of the ocean and are now doing experiments on it to see if it can open a door to another dimension?" I asked, just to confirm.

"Technically it was fished out awhile ago, but it seems that you get the gist of it," Coulson said, and I nodded as we walked through a hall.
"Why am I here? What use could I possibly be to you here?" I asked as we approached a door. Phil opened it, and a small room was arranged in it. A bed against the far wall (it wasn't that far) a small round table towards the right of the room, and a basket full of clothes. The place had clearly been hastily assembled, but I smiled anyways. 
"There's a shower and a bathroom right over there," Phil mentioned, pointing down the hall to two doors halfway through. I smiled and stepped into my tiny room. The ceiling was low, and was about two inches above my head. This caused Phil to stoop as he stuck his head in. "If you want, you can just go take a shower and leave your clothes outside the door. Do you want to keep them?" he asked, looking at my apparel. It was at this moment that I realized that my jacket and shirt were stiff with dried and crusted blood. Also, I did not smell that good.

"Yeah, I'll keep them. Lemme just get showered, and I'll leave them outside the door like you said." I agreed while sifting through the basket. Pulling out a pair of flannel pj pants and a long underwear shirt, I grabbed my phone from my pocket and tossed it to the bed. 

After my shower, I walked around in my pajamas for a bit. A tap on my shoulder startled me, and I turned.

"Agent Hills. I'm here to show you to the lab." She said, and I stared in awe. "What's wrong?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"Sorry. I just think that you're really bad ass," I stammered, and she cocked an eyebrow. "What? We've just met. Follow me." she ordered, and I complied.

"What's happening?" I asked.
"There are going to be a few tests run on you. Don't worry, they're not dangerous at all. Just a blood sample, pulse, reflexes, and an x-ray. Also, a doctor is going to take a look at those faded burn scars all over you. If you don't mind my asking, what happened?" She inquired, and I grinned sheepishly.

"Er, my best friend and I joined the mafia for a few years and one day the police raided the warehouse we were in, and I detonated the bombs that were installed in the place. But I'm alive, so it's cool," I answered casually as we arrived at the lab. "And hey, my scars are starting to look pretty faded. My healing factor seems to be working better and better. It was slowing down a while back, I'll bet these'll be gone in a couple days!" I concluded, running a hand over my arm. 

"Reckless endangerment of others. No regard for personal safety. Right, I'll have to report that to Fury. Go on in," she urged, opening the door and ushering me into the large conglomerate of rooms that seemed to be built into one mega room. The ceiling dropped upward and downward at random areas, and I blinked at the bright light glaring from the bulbs. Two scientists and one doctor crowded around me, and led me to what looked like a dentists's chair, but comfier. They took a blood test of course. The x-ray, however, was weird. The bones in my back were...distorted. Not to mention two large objects were tightly compressed under my skin.

"So that's were those went," I realized, thinking back to how much it hurt when my wings first folded away. My fucking bones were being re-organized. 

-Back in bedroom-

The scientists didn't get very far with me, and I was dismissed quickly. So now I'm just lying under the covers staring at the ceiling. Tiredly, I blinked and pulled up the blankets sluggishly. A strange feeling reverberated through my body. It felt as though...everything was slowing. Like my blood was stopping in my veins. No, not again! Tensing up quickly, I imagined my blood coursing quickly throughout me, my face flush with life. Warmth spread everywhere, and I sighed. My eyes fell shut, and I fell into slumber.