Amanda Smith (The Avengers ff) #English

18.

Amanda's Pov.

It's like I'm dreaming. But there are voices.
Blake and another one.
I can't understand it correctly, as if I were wearing headphones.
What are you doing?
Where am I?
"Put her there", I hear. This is not my brother's voice.
Slowly I feel something again, a soft blanket that's wrapped around me.
My senses awaken again.

Finally I open my eyes and realize that I'm on a plane. Agents watch me, guard me.
And there is my brother again. He looks at me. I quickly close my eyes again.
"I'm sorry Amanda, it couldn't be otherwise, it was an order", he whispers, wiping a tear from my cheek which I didn't know it was there. I can't feel if I'm crying.

After a few hours, the plane finally lands and they carry me into the building.
"Well done, Agent Smith", I hear Tony say. Suddenly the anger rises in me, like a blazing fire.
"She's probably still not in control", he says, as I start to glow again.
It may be that I still can't quite control myself, but I try it as well as possible.

"Bring her to a cell", he says, and my brother looks at him startled. He probably didn't expect that.

Again completely in my right mind, I try to break out somehow. Unfortunately unsuccessful.
I sink to the floor and think.
But that reminds me something. As I left, Steve gave me a cell phone. I should always keep it on.
So it doesn't attract attention, I just type a symbol. An exclamation point, luckily.

I hope they will locate it.
I try quickly to type in
'Take your time' and push the phone deep into my pocket as steps are suddenly heard.
There are four people.
Tony, Blake, Happy and Peter.
Peter!?
What is he doing here?
He said that he had an internship with Stark, but that Tony also brought him here, I hadn't thought that.

Fortunately, I'm still shining, otherwise he would recognize me. I just look down again and think about everything.
"What will you do now?", Blake asks.
"First of all, isolation is the best, no one approaches the cell!", he is probably angry.
Shortly after they leave the hall again. It is quiet. Unbearably quiet.

What should I do now?
I wrap my arms around me and look at the glass.
If Peter runs around here more often, I have to stay in this apparition.
Do I have to submit and fight on the side of the enemy?
Or better, I collect informations as much as possible.
And what about Peter?
He will hate me when he finds out that I am his competitor.
Or does he already know it?
Did Stark tell him?
He knows that Peter and I are in a class together.

What's with Grandma?
Is she OK?
Did she get it all?
I'm always looking for something new to worry about.

It's all quiet until suddenly a door opens again. He should follow Stark's rules. Slowly, Peter comes to the window and looks at me.
I hide my face behind my hair, not that he still recognizes me.

I can feel his eyes on me.
Does he want to say something or why is he here?
"Do you wanna keep staring at me or what?", I ask, my posture unchanged.
He wants to say something, but then there are steps to hear why he runs out the other door. Shortly afterwards Blake appears.
Does everyone ignore Tony's orders here.
That's too funny.
"I'm sorry", he keeps saying.
"I know you hate me for that".
"I don't hate you, I'm just disappointed", I say.
That's actually worse than hate.
He looks down now.
"Maybe someday it will be different, as it used to be".
It will never be the same again. Too much happened.
He stays here half an hour just looking at me. After he's gone, I go to sleep. I can't do anything else.

How long will it take?