Bittersweet *Currently On Temporary Hold*

Chapter 15: Facial Prosthesis

When you woke, all you remembered was the immense pain in your right wing, causing you to fall and pass out; overwhelmed by the searing feeling in your sensitive feathers.

You opened your eyes and looked around. This wasn't the room you were in when you fell. Trying to move, you found yourself strapped to a chair, bound at the feet, the hands, and around the neck buy rope that chafed at your skin. There were ropes around your wings and weighs keeping them down. You couldn't move them. Well, you could, but it hurt to no end.

You whimpered quietly as you felt the weights pulling on each feather, hitting the especially sensitive black tips of your wings.

The chair was wooden and, quite frankly, the most uncomfortable thing you had ever sat on.

You snapped your head to the left as you heard a low chuckle and thudding footsteps coming towards you.

"Hello there." The person, you think it was a man, said as they approached you, "How are you feeling?"

"Just wonderfully man. I mean, I'm strapped to a chair, I can't move, and quite frankly, my butt hurts. What more could I wish for?" You answer sarcastically, as you roll your eyes.

"Hmm. Fiery one I see. How interesting. That just means breaking you will be that much more fun." The man said with almost a sadistic tone. You were truthfully scared, but you didn't show it. Not for a second.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" You question. Fake curiosity was replacing the worry that should have been in your voice.

"Well, there's a few things I need from you, but I doubt you'll give them to me easy, so I get to have fun destroying you." He started and paused before continuing, "I was there you know."

"What?"

"I was there, in the 'lab' when you became what you are now." At this your walls cracked and the terror was present in your newly-widened eyes.

"Oh yes. It was quite intriguing. Your screaming was quite the song. Of course, I was just in training then, so I was in the back of the room. They wouldn't let me experiment on you, despite my ambition and desire to do so. It angered me then, but now I'm here and I've got you. I can destroy you in so many ways if you don't give me what I need." The man finished, smiling like a maniac. You didn't really recognize his face, but the voice was vaguely familiar.

"Whatcha need pal?" You say aggressively, trying to hide the fact that this man had gotten to you. You put your walls back up. If a pissed off, dangerous, Loki couldn't break your walls, then this random man sure as hell couldn't.

"Hmm." Was all the man said for a second. He seemed to be thinking of what to do next, and what you had done in response to his little monologue.

It was after a second of him staring at you and back to the table of weapons that sat to your right, and back at you that he spoke again.

"Tell me about the Avengers that you've grown so close to. Where is their base? How can I get to them?" He asked softly and surprisingly calm.

"I hope you realize how stupid and pointless it is to ask those questions. I'm not gonna answer them, so why bother?" You answer with angered determination.

"Well, if you answer me, I can tell you about your precious sister." The man grinned as your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape.

Damn it. Now you had to choose. The Avengers or your sister.

"You don't know a thing about my sister." You growled out. You weren't about to deny your friends, even if he had some info on your sister. They have been with you more than she has. Of course finding her is near the top of your priorities list, but you couldn't just sell the Avengers out like that.

"Oh, don't I? She was seen headed here no? Possibly looking for you?"

"I may not have known my sister for long, but I know she isn't that dumb. She would know better than to come here."

"Well, why was she seen coming here then?"

You looked around the room for anything that could falsify his statements.

"You have technology to create facial prosthesis over in that corner under the tarp." You smirk smugly, playing off what you hope is truth. You saw the tarp and figured that whatever was under it needs to be hidden from you, so what would they want to hide? Something that could make someone look like your sister. That and the shape of the tarp was familiar. You'd had to use facial prosthesis before for undercover missions. So facial prosthesis it is.

The mans creepy smile faltered and turned to a look of anger. Boy were you lucky you were right. He punched your face, sending a shock of pain through your head. Then again, maybe not so lucky.

"Fine. If you're not going to behave and go as planned, I'll just have to force what I need out of you." He said as he moved to the table of weapons to the right. You didn't fail to notice your two sabers sitting on the table. Despite your fear, you smirked as he grabbed one of them.

He walked back over to you with a grin.

"I wonder how it feels to have your own weapon used against you?" The man said as he looked your blade up and down.

He quickly moved to slash you on your left forearm. You feigned pain for a second; yelling out as if you had been cut, before going back to normal and laughing smugly at him.

"Oh, that's funny! You think MY swords would turn against me. They were specifically made to not do so. No matter what." You answer with a grin on your face.

Now the man was angry. His face was red with rage and irate to no extent. He ran back to the table and grabbed your other saber.

"Tell me where the Avengers are Goddamnit!Where's their base? How. Can. I. Get. To. Them!" He barked in your face as he tried once more to use your sabers against you. He tried to cut your cheeks and arms, but the swords wouldn't wound you.

Eventually he dropped the sabers and went for the table of swords and knives and other means of torture. That was what scared you.

You screamed as he cut your cheeks and sliced at your thighs with a Bowie knife. Setting the knife down, he punched you until you blacked out.