The first thing Antonia became aware of was the splitting headache. The second thing she became aware of the extreme pain in her neck. It was almost too painful to open her eyes, but she didn't keep them shut in fear of being attacked. She had no idea of where she was, and the last thing she remembered was that the bitch commander and her bastard stalker knocking her out, but wherever they took her, it wouldn't be good. It was anything like the last time, it would only mean torture, which would end in death.
In growing fear, she shakily tried to move her arms, but they were tied securely behind her and there was no wiggle in the chains. The only thing Antonia could do was lift her head to look around the room, but she couldn't make anything out but fuzzy shapes. It was, however, painfully quiet in the room and the only thing she could hear was the pounding of her own heart in her ear.
It took her eyes a few painfully long seconds to adjust to the excruciatingly bright light, which seemed to get brighter as the time went by. The genius wished someone would turn the lights down, but she knew that wouldn't happen. The people who had her would do whatever it took to wear her down and take what they wanted. Antonia wished she knew what they wanted, because this getting kidnap was getting old fast, especially when she had no idea of why they were kidnapping her.
After a few long minutes, Antonia's vision had cleared and she was able to make out the room, which had a few church like features like a high circler ceiling; however, the metal arms coming out of the cold, steel ceiling destroyed the illusion. The large glass windows did give it that illusion as well, but the cold, hard lines of the windows were not inviting. There was also a cold draft in the room, which flowed from the windows that out looked the snowy Alps.
She had to give it to Skully on the view alone, because it was a truly breathtaking sight. With the snow covered mountains, it looked like a winter wonderland that Antonia would love to explore in her Iron Man Suit and a snowboard. When I get home, I'm totally doing that, she thought to herself.
Feeling the cold draft, Antonia shivered as she looked around the room. From her spot in front of the windows, the whole room was open to her, and she knew this was some kind of a lab. She noticed a few blue glowing equipment on lab tables across the room and wires leading everywhere. She wondered briefly if the Tesseract was present in this room as the blue glow was incredibly bright in one of them; however, she doubted that Skully would be that stupid to leave it in here with her, even if she was tied to a chair.
She wiggled in her chains trying to create some sort of lag, but the chains only drug into her side. "Bitch," she cursed, fighting through the discomfort. It was a dull pain, but it was radiating up from her side to her arms. It was also a numbing feeling that was taking over her whole body; however, she wasn't going to give up. She was going to get out of here, and someone was going to get beat.
"That's what I like about you."
That voice snapped Antonia out of her thoughts and brought her glance up. To her annoyance, Loki was back, and he was wearing the same baggy thing as before; however, there was a change in his facial expression. He seemed joyous like he just won a major battle and he was ready to gloat. "I'm really getting sick of your ugly face," she said, frustrated
"How can you get sick of my face? And my face is not ugly. It's a face of a god," he joked, as he sat on the top of one of the lab tables. In his hands, he played with a metal, torture tool, which looked like some kind of scoop.
"I don't know if I would consider you a god," she replied, bitterly. She remembered her stalker saying Loki's name before she passed out, but she had no idea why or how he was involved. What was his end game? Did this have to do with the promise he wanted her to make? Why did he want her to make a mystery promise? What could she possible give him that he wanted? The only thing she could think of was Odin's throne, but there was no way for her to give him that, even if she wanted to. What else could he want? What did he want besides ruling the world? Plus, he told her what he wanted wasn't a crime, so how could she help him? Antonia had no idea.
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FanfictionTrying to forget that today was March 15 and trying to escape the long lecture from Rogers, Antonia locks herself in her lab to work on a new project; however, she never expects her unfinished device to misfire and send her back to the sexist 1940's...