Who's the Real Monster (Avengers Fanfiction)

A Glimpse of Pain

After being the trainee's practice dummy and toy, Boss sent me back to the prisoners' cell with a toothbrush.

He told me that if the floor wasn't clean in two hours, I would not get food for at least another day and I would have to sleep outside in the snow for three.

He took me to the cell and threw me in, "Two hours bitch, clock's ticking,".

I started rapidly scrubbing the floor as soon as I hit the floor, ignoring the prisoners' questions varying from personal information to my health.

"She won't speak with any of you," the collared dark-haired man, who sounded like Loki stated. He sounded annoyed.

"Well do you have a better idea Reindeer Games?"

Loki rolled is eyes, "Of course I do, imbecile. You've all wasted your breath on asking her questions she is not permitted to answer. Look how she was treated for simply looking at your hideous face,".

As he finished saying that, I heard him in my head. His voice was much more gentle than it had just been, 'Hello Samantha,' I heard his voice soothe. 'Are you alright?' I heard him ask gently.

I swallowed thickly and didn't answer, instead choosing to scrub the floor more rapidly.

'When was the last time you ate?' he tried instead.

My stomach growled loudly in response and I wrapped an arm around it to silence it, barely wincing as I pressed on the still-forming bruises.

I glanced at the camera quickly before continuing to scrub semi-violently. Loki and the others followed my gaze before I felt a strong surge of power as I got back to scrubbing.

I froze for a moment, taken aback by the power, before going back to the floor, "I've set the cameras on loop Samantha, you may speak," his voice was as gentle as it had been in my head.

I stopped moving and looked at him, before the door.

I looked back at the group.

There was smaller blonde man bound beside a redhead, who looked at Loki suspiciously, "How'd you know her name was Samantha?"

Loki once again rolled his eyes, "I'm also telepathic," he stated flatly before looking back at me, "Now Samantha, can you tell me how you ended up here?"

I bit my lip, and glanced at the camera unsure, subconsciously scrubbing the floor.

"I guarantee all they see is you scrubbing the floor," Loki told me surely.

"The... They took my family from me," I told him quietly, my voice was hoarse. I remembered then that my ability to have food would come from cleaning this floor.

I continued to clean, but did the repetitive movement quicker, "Can you tell us where we are?" The redhead asked.

I shrugged, I wasn't sure myself. I simply pointed up for a moment and stated, "Snow," before I went back to scrubbing.

"Where are you from Sam? Can I call you Sam?" The dirty blonde asked.

I nodded before pointing at the buff blonde dressed up in a costume that closely resembled my country's flag.

The blonde wearing said costume decided to speak, "America? Do you remember specifically where you're from?"

I froze, I was more upset with how long it took me to remember where I had lived, "Blackwater Ridge, Colorado,".

The longer haired blonde decided to speak this time, "Do you know where your family is? You said HYDRA took your family,".

I dropped the brush for a moment before snatching it up, moving to scrub elsewhere, "Somewhere no one can hurt them anymore," I stated simply, my voice shook. I hoped that they would see that I didn't want to talk about it more.

I saw Loki kick him out of the corner of my eye. 'It would be nice to know everyone else's names...' I thought to myself.

"Oh, I have forgotten to do that haven't I?" Loki stated, apparently having heard my thoughts.

Loki introduced me to his friends while ignoring my glare.
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The rest of the time that I had to clean was simply spent asking me simple questions. It seemed mundane, but they were about things hadn't thought about in a long time. Like my favorite color, which was green.

Just as I finished cleaning, Boss entered the room.

He inspected the concrete floor and observed me. "I guess I can feed you today bitch, let's go," he sounded disappointed.

I followed him out the door, hiding a smile as I left.