Avenging, It's Part Of The Job

In The Beginning

(The picture above is Bryn)

HYDRA. That's all I can remember. The cold, stone floor that chilled me. The red stains from my blood. I have lost my voice by now. It's gone until someone attempts to revert my vocal cords to how they once were. I know now never to rely on people. They just let you down. I have been tortured on many occasions, just because they wanted to have some fun. Just then, two men came in. I thought that it was going to be like any other time. They hurt me. I scream. They leave happy. But when one of the men start removing my clothing, I get even more worried. As both men continued and that was the worst thing that ever happened.
The next day
I woke up to gun shots and things exploding. The guns were very close, so I huddled in a corner. A person-ish robot flew in to my cell. "I found a child." It said in a metallic voice. "No, I don't think so." It spoke again, as if it were talking to someone. I drew my knees up to my chin and huddled farther into the corner. The robot noticed, and it's mask came off. Inside the suit, was a man. An odd looking man, but a man none the less. "I am IronMan. I need you to answer some questions for me, okay?" He asked. I shook my head. "Why not?" He asked. I attempted to speak, but all that came out was an awful, scratchy, rough, and dead sound. He nodded in understanding and came closer to me. I squished myself farther into the corner. "Hey, it's gonna be okay. I'm gonna pick you up now, and then I'll carry you away from here." He tried to comfort me. I nodded, and he picked me up, carrying me to a plane. He put me down just outside of the entrance. I stumbled a bit. I haven't really stood on my own in....a long time. He held me up and helped me into the plane. Inside was a man. He was wearing a purple shirt, and jeans. "Banner, take this kid, I need to help finish up in there. She can't speak, her vocal cords have been destroyed." IronMan said. He then flew off. "My name is Bruce Banner, I'm a doctor. Can I clean your injuries?" I nodded in response. He grabbed his medical equipment and got to work. It hurt, to say the least. The amount of stitches, rubbing alcohol, and antiseptic wipes Bruce used, I'm surprised he didn't run out! A man and a woman walked on to the plane. The man had a bow and the woman had 2 visible guns and 3 hidden ones. Both of them pointed there weapons at me. "Who are you?" The woman asked. I learned to write in Russian (we are in Russia after all), so I grabbed some paper and explained what happened. Today. She didn't really relax, but this info was better than nothing. They both put their weapons down. "Hi Bryn, my name is Natasha, and this is Clint. We work for SHIELD." Natasha said. I waved. They sat down in seats on the jet and talked quietly. Bruce continued to quietly clean my wounds. He finished. "You should be good now. Your vocal cords are a mess. But they might be salvageable. There is a machine at our HQ that might be able to fix them." He suggested. I nodded eagerly, wanting to speak. Bruce then told me to sleep, so I did.