AVENGERS: Monster.

PART 3.

? POV:
He holds the water in front of my snout and I look at it. My thoughts are going crazy.

Why shoot me then be nice to me? Why did he touch me? Isn't he scared? Why is he giving me water? What the hell is going on!?

He holds the water a little closer. I look up into his dark eyes and see his lips curve up, I don't know what that means, but he's offering me water, so I take it as a good sign. I decide to accept the water, sticking out my tongue and lapping it up, but keeping an eye on the man at all times. I notice his other hand reach to the back of my head and I stop drinking to growl.

What's he doing!?

He pauses but doesn't retreat, when he touches me, I tense up and keep growling. He runs his hand along my fur, it feels strange, but it doesn't hurt or anything. I don't sense an immediate danger, so I stop growling and drink some more, but keep watching him during. When I've finished drinking, I watch his face as he continues touching the back of my head, eventually he notices me watching him and his lips curve up again "You're going to be okay, we're taking you away from here."

Taking me? Looks like I'll have to come up with another escape plan.

For a while I just lay there, letting him stroke me. When I hear people and see movement from the huge door to the gigantic room, I feel my ears prick up and I raise my head to see. The group of people who I ran into, walk in, one of them asks "How's the pup doing?" The man sitting with me, replies "She's not a pup, she's fully grown. But yeah, she's alright, calmed down a lot." The man approaches me and I growl, he crouches right in front of me.

Why does this one look different to the others?

I study the man, his hair is very long, he's wearing something that shows off his strangely shaped body. I stop growling and tilt my head to have a better look at him, he speaks "She's cute."

Cute? What does cute mean?

He reaches a hand towards me and a different man speaks "Make sure it doesn't bite off your hand, Nat." I don't have time to react before he starts scratching right behind my ear, it tickles. I start kicking one of my legs, trying to get to where he's scratching, a strange sound comes from his mouth and his lips curl up like the other man's did.

What's he doing to me? Ugh! It feel so good! Keep going!

I close my eyes and to my pleasure he does keep scratching me there, and I'm in heaven. I've never felt so good, well, I've never felt good. Then all too suddenly he stops and my leg slows to a stop, I open my eyes and growl as he stands up. One of the men speaks "Looks like you made a friend, Red Riding Hood."

Friend? What's with all these weird words?

I look around to see them all sitting down, the man moves away and I feel the ground moving. I try to get up, but the man who tended to my wounds gently pushes me back down. The floor feels strange as it vibrates, it's annoying me and I start growling, I feel someone touch the back of my head and I snap at them. I glare at the shocked face of the one who tended to my wounds. I look away from him and continue growling at the floor, I block out what everyone around me is saying.