Fenrir's Night (Avengers Fan-Fic) Discontinued

Chapter 5 SNIPPET

A/N: Hey everyone who reads my stuff! It's been a crazy year I haven't updated at all... I have some content for the next chapter but I would really love your feedback on it. Do you like where it's going? Please crticise me I really need it. Thanks for all the support. Enjoy the snippet!

Two times in a single day I had been unconscious. It wasn’t a record, far from it actually but it was bloody annoying.

I was sitting upright on a hard chair. I opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the darkness… They didn’t.

I was feeling extremely groggy so it took me a while to realise that I had a black cloth bag put over my head. I tried to lift my arms to take the bag off but I was completely strapped down. My heart pounded in my chest and a shroud of terror started to settle over me. I fought hard against whatever was holding me down but it did its job well. Calm down. I told myself. Just collect yourself and think.

A man in a black leather vest appeared in my mind. Purple lined the seams of  his vest and a dark hood sat low of his face; covering his eyes but allowing his sly grin to shine through. The names Clint… But you can call me Hawkeye.

That was the last thing I remembered.

Who the hell was that guy? I could tell he wasn’t some wayward assassin. He had a purpose for capturing me, I could feel it in the air when we met, what it was I had no clue. I had been on Midgard for a mere few hours and I was already in shit.

I struggled against the restraints one last time before giving into the terrified girl I secretly was.

I screamed.

I screamed and screamed. I didn’t shout anything I just let my lungs belt it out. I hadn’t been screaming for long when I heard something, a door opening perhaps, followed by the words “Alright, alright just shut up!”

I closed my mouth and the bag was taken off me head.

Clint, Hawkeye, stood before me. He wore the same outfit but no hood. I could see his face clearly. Despite the seething hate for him that bubbled up from the pit of my stomach I couldn’t help but see how kind his eyes looked. His blue eyes were the same colour as my father’s but the light reflected off them in a completely different way. The corners of his mouth curled down naturally but it didn’t make him look sad. His short choppy brown hair was messy on top of his head but it suited him; it looked stylish.

I looked him over once more before clearing my throat. As I opened my mouth ready to speak he turned away. “Thirsty?” He asked as I watched him head over to a small table with a couple of classes and a large jug. I didn’t answer him. I just watched. He poured some water into a glass then offered it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “Oh right.” He pressed a button on the wall and the metal cuffs that had held down my arms and legs opened up. I fought the instinct to jump up and run. He wouldn’t release me like this if I could get away.

I didn’t know where I was but I knew I was in his territory.

He offered the water to me again and I took it. My hands shook and the water spilled onto my legs. “Sorry,” he muttered “The sedative makes you a bit shaky.”

“Sedative?”

He nodded and said no more. I sniffed the water knowing that I could pick up anything that smelled funky like a poison but smelled nothing. I put the glass to my lips and let the water slide down my throat. It was very soothing as I felt the cool liquid coat my stomach. I downed the rest of the drink in a few more gulps. Clint took the class from me and put it on the ground.

Silence fell between us.

It was strange.

Comfortable. 

I cleared my throat. “Where… Where am I?” I muttered. I sounded absolutely pathetic. Clint smirked and I knew he heard the freighted girl. “Not so tough now it seems.” He shook his head “You’re in S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters. Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.” He the name with a hint of pride.

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“No, but I saw you shiver so you know it’s not anything good.”

I looked down at my feet. What a dick.

“Basically it means…” He was cut off by the metal door sliding open. He stood up quick as a big guy with a long black overcoat and an eye patch walked into the room.