I don't snap awake.
I don't slowly come to.
My eyes open at a normal, calm pace.
I'm not blinded by light.
I'm not overwhelmed by darkness.
The walls confining me are white.
The light overhead is dim.
It's grey.
I'm sitting on the floor leaning on the wall.
One leg tucked under the other.
The only feature of the room is a door.
I know it's locked.
I don't bother trying to open it.
I know.
I smile.
Not a happy smile, or a sad smile. A smile that means nothing but anger. Anger. Directed at me. Myself. I'm angry that I let myself get in this situation. So stupid. I'm stupid. Why the hell did I need a godamn gun from the Avengers so badly. This is calm anger. Not the anger that would make me scream. The type where I'm perfectly angry. Grey anger.
The smooth silence is rippled by the only feature of the room. The door swings open. In steps Starchy McGee himself. Cocky and ignorant as ever. His face turns my cool anger a little more lukewarm.
"Queenie Burns. Moron of the century! Cute that you thought you could break in here." A smirk follows his words.
He has a very punchable face.
I stare blankly at him. "I broke in just fine. Captain crunch and his boyfriend were what made me slip up. "
"Captain Crunch. I'll have to remember that."
"Who are you?" I know who he is. I only say that to piss him off, and it appears to work. His smirk falters. He looks slightly annoyed.
"You know who I am."
"No. I do not. Wait- Oh yeah! Tommy Starch right. That one cocky asshole. The millionaire." My turn to smirk.
"It's Stark. Tony Stark. And I'm a billionaire for your information."
"I know. I consider it- among others- one of my talents, getting on people nerves."
"Talent?"
"Among others."
"Look kid. You're a criminal. A murderer. W-" he started to say something else, but I intruded.
"No shit. While we're stating obvious facts, I'm on earth, my hair is white, I have hands!" I hold my hands up with mock surprise staining my face. He rolls his eyes.
"As I was saying, we have a few options. Turn you into the fuzz, give you to SHIELD, let you go, or we have another option."
"I choose door number three! Let me go! Sounds great."
"We want you. Join the avengers. I've seen what you can do with the blowing up thing. You could be a real asset. You'd be a hero." I turn my head so I'm looking at him sideways. "What are you doing?"
"Nope. It looks like bullshit from this angle to."
"Haha. Very funny. I'm gonna leave you to think about it." He swings the door open and walks out.
I could be an Avenger. I doubt they would actually let me go. Being an Avenger would be my best option at getting to Aria. If I did I could have freedom. Not live in shitty motels. I could go to the grocery store and not be paranoid. There had to be a catch tough. It was probably a lie. Why would they want me?
"What's the catch?" I call out to the emptiness. I knew they could hear everything I said. They were watching me. Probably a camera somewhere in here that saw my every move.
The door swung open at my question. Starch walked in again.
"There is none."
"Bullshit. What's. The. Catch."
"There. Is. No. Catch."
"Okay."
He looks almost surprised that I say okay. Almost like he expected me to want to go to the police.
"Alright. Welcome to the Avengers Queenie."
"I have a few requests."
"We'll see. What are they."
I shift on the ground. "I need music. A new iPod."
"That's it?"
"No. I have a girlfriend." I almost whisper the last part. It doesnt matter who I'm talking to, or the situation, I will always be afraid of people knowing I like girls.
"Let me guess. Aria."
"Yeah. I need her with me."
"Done."
"How did you know her name?"
"You talk in your sleep."
