"Finally, sleeping beauty awakes," Tony sarcastically said after five minutes of waiting. The guards that were transporting the girl had came into the room and set her down at one of the metal tables, informing the two scientists that she would wake in a couple of minutes before stationing four guards in the room in varying corners, and the remaining guards outside, ready to act if necessary.
The ginger, who was lying on her back with her handcuffed hands on her stomach, sat up with little difficulty and swung her legs over the edge, letting them hang there softly swinging.
"I was expecting a prince or at least a good looking guy, but well, it's just you," the ginger shrugged, hiding a chuckle when she saw the offended look that crossed Iron Man's face. "So, what am I doing here?"
"You're here for a checkup," Bruce informed the psychotic girl, eying all the guards stationed in the rooms with guns locked and loaded, all pointing towards the teenage girl that has caused so much trouble and so much more pain.
"Me? What did I do to deserve such treatment? Don't tell me you're starting to worry about me," she teased the doctor, a finger pointing towards him with a small smile.
"Please," Tony scoffed, saving Bruce from answering. "This is only happening because we want answers that we won't get if you're sick and dying."
The ginger lost her grin, an unfamiliar emotion crossing her face that replaced the crazed glint in her eyes, but that only lasted for a second before it disappeared, the ever so unsettling grin replacing her features. The two men shared a look, both wondering what that was about. Bruce turned around and prepped for the checkup, pulling a small cart that held everything he needed beside him, so that this checkup could go as fast as it could. Her presence made him nervous- he didn't want to be nervous, as the jolly green monster could make his presence known if anything happened, and he didn't want something similar like the Hellicarrier incident to repeat in this SHIELD base.
"What are you talking about? I'm perfectly healthy," the ginger claimed, hands on the table's edge.
"These charts say otherwise," Bruce told her, holding up pieces of paper as evidence. "Since you've been here, you're health has started to decline, mainly because of lack of nutrition and sleep."
She said nothing. She did nothing but one thing- one annoying thing; she grinned. That alone intimidated the two Avengers and the guards present in the room, the gun triggers clicking just a little, showing their timidness. She then proceeded to lie back in one movement, which caused her top to slide up and reveal purple bruises dotting her lower rib cage. Immediately, she reached down and pulled her top back down to cover the harsh bruises, but Banner had already seen the damage.
"Where'd you get those bruises?" He asked suspiciously, knowing that she couldn't have possibly acquired those during her stay here. She was monitored the whole time.
"What bruises?" She asked, feigning dumb.
"The ones on your ribs," Tony pointed out, quickly reaching over and yanking her shirt up, revealing bright purple, blue and green bruises dotting all around her torso.
"Oh, those bruises," Tony nodded sarcastically as she looked down at her stomach, pulling her shirt down a second later. She looked up at them and let a smirk twist her facial features, imitating that of the Cheshire cat. "Well, when your trying to kill someone and they just keep fighting you... you tend to get a few bruises."
"You sick, twisted bastard," Tony muttered with disgust, allowing the previous silence to break as he looked around, noticing how Bruce kept his gaze down and jaw clenched, and how the agents seem more guarded, their fingers twitching slightly closer to the trigger.
"What's the matter boys?" She gasped out dramatically, leaning forward towards the man with the goatee. She caught movement in the corner of eye and slightly narrowed her eyes: it was an agent, and he looked like he received an order or something through his earpiece, because he suddenly lifted his arm and pulled the trigger.
Bruce jumped in surprise when the maniac in front of him let out a small sigh and slumped forward. She would have hit the ground if it weren't for Tony catching her as she collapsed, almost dropping her after realizing what he did. She looked so peaceful in his arms; so unlike herself. Tony found it a little hard to believe that this girl was capable of doing so much evil; that she was doing this freely in her own mindset. Unfortunately, she was.
"What the hell was that?" Tony asked, setting the unconscious girl back onto the table and turning towards the agent who shot her with the heavy tranquilizer.
"Director Fury's orders. He wants her back in the interrogation room," the agent answered, strapping his gun back into its sheath and walking forward to grab the girl. He was by no means gentle; rough hands digging into her bony shoulders as he lifted her up and set her on his shoulder, carrying her like a sack of potatoes. Her head would have hit the metal table's edge by the agent's lack of concern, if it weren't for Bruce quickly pushing the table back a little.
"But-" all the agents were gone by the time Bruce had opened his mouth to protest, wanting to tell them that he was no where near done with her checkup. They all filed out and disappeared around the corner.
"Boy am I glad to have her out of here- she creeps me out," Tony muttered, settling into a chair and pulling something closer to him so that he could tinker with it easier.
"Yeah...hey does she remind you of someone?" Bruce asked the question that had burning at his mind for a while now. Whenever he laid eyes on the ginger, he was reminded of someone, and it was someone they both knew, which unsettled him.
"Uh...no, not really. Why?" Tony looked back up at his friend, setting down his soldering tool.
"I don't know," Bruce sighed, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "I just- whenever I look at her, I see Pepper- she reminds me of Ms. Potts."
"You think that murderous psychopath reminds you of Pepper?" Tony narrowed his eyes at his friend, not liking the fact that he was imagining his girlfriend whenever he sees that psychopath.
"Not like that," Bruce sighed, exasperated. "It's her physical features; her hair, her face, bone structure...they're all remarkably similar to Pepper's- except the eyes. Her eyes are similar- if not identical- to yours.
Tony didn't say anything. He was in is head, comparing his Pepper to the stubborn ginger and couldn't help by agree. He didn't let his mind jump to conclusions, and just rolled it off as a coincidence. It has to be, right?
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