[3] Just A Mortal Girl | Avallone the Avenger [DISCONTINUED]

CHAPTER NINETEEN

A short recap:
Avallone just returned from Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Children to find Stark Tower Avengerless. She then learns, via Skype call that they're all in Australia, and is flown there very quickly. However, upon her arrival, Agent Phil Coulson is not acting his usual self, and is extremely cold to her. Once she arrives at her hotel, she is taken to her room and told to undress.

This is it. This is the end.

"I'm afraid this is going to sting a little," the woman's voice drawled in my air, surprisingly close. I could feel her warm breath trickle down my neck and lodge itself in my throat. It smelled of metal.

I opened my eyes, and began to scream, but it was too late. The needle was pushed into the side of my neck, and the woman was grinning wickedly. An odd chill began to sweep through my veins, rendering me unable to move, or even speak.

The woman in front of me wiped the needle clean and placed it back into the metal container and snapped it shut. My legs gave way, and my body collapsed to the floor. "Your precious Avengers aren't here to save you now, Avallone."

All I could do was follow her with my eyes as she moved about the room. The woman unzipped the white bag and slowly pulled out a strange looking suit. It was white all over, and covered in little sensors, the kind you see in a science fiction movie.

Come to think of it, everything was white, her clothes, her hair, the room. It was all blinding white.

"This is going to be a bit violating, but the drug will have knocked you out before I'm able to-"

Her voice fading into ambience as the drugs in my system took over. I did not feel her hands on my body, nor the pull of the white, latex material. It was only when I woke up, some time later, did I realise that things had changed.

First of all, I was no longer in the hotel, but rather chained to a large, white machine. Second of all, my hair had been braided tightly down my back, so it was out of the way. And last of all, I was not alone.

Two other people were chained beside me, one attached to a similar machine as I, and the other was attached to a think concrete slab. Sif's long, dark hair had been braided back like my own, and her body was also clad in the same white suit. Agent Coulson, however, was dressed in white prison garb, his back against the wall.

"I would say I'm glad you're awake, but now they'll come back," Sif whispered to me.

I frowned, unable to see past the layers of pain hidden in her eyes. What was going on? Why was Sif and Phil chained up? Why was I chained up?

The door opposite us opened and in strode three people, all incredibly familiar.

"Avallone."

I stared at the person speaking in disbelief. "That's not possible," I mumbled, unable to get a grasp on what stood before my eyes, or more correctly, who.

The woman smiled sweetly, "darling, you have no idea what's possible."

Nausea instantaneously hit me, and I retched onto the ground. I was not even unable to wipe my mouth.

"Now you've made a mess," she crowed, shaking her head. "I'm rather disappointed."

I retched again at the sound of her voice. It was impossible to fight the sick feeling in my stomach.

It wasn't possible. How could she be standing before me?

"She's reacting to the anesthetic we gave her," one of the others whispered, leaning closer to the woman.

She frowned. "Incredible. The dosage we gave her would have killed most people." The wicked grin began to pull the corners of her mouth upwards, and her eyes crinkled. "We've picked the perfect subject. We will begin immediately."

My eyes were frozen on the door as it shut, leaving the three of us alone once again.

"Avallone," Sif called to me, her voice quiet and pleading.

Throat burning, I began to shake uncontrollably. As much as I wished to cry out to mourn for myself, I could only focus on how devastated Loki would be. I had forgiven him for his past mistakes, but there was nothing I could do now to hide mine.

"Avallone." Phil was calling my name this time, his voice so pinched. He must have screamed his throat raw.

I shivered.

They began to call my name in unison, but all I could do was shake and let the tears slip down my face.