Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 11: Lady Viper

Chapter 11: Lady Viper

            I’ve been in this stupid room for 4 frickin’ hours. They didn’t hesitate at leaving a holographic, digital clock above the door, so I could count the seconds of my capture. After about an hour of pacing, I then gave up and sat down. Now I’m lying on my stomach and looking through the floor at the clouds. At least when I was a child, there were other kids in the cell with me. And they would feed me. Seriously, I haven’t had food since that stupid diner with that stupid kid in the horrid Iron Man t-shirt. Sorry, I get pretty pissed when I’m hungry.

            Rolling over onto my back, I let out the 37th sigh since I’ve been in here. And yes, I have been counting. I hear the door open, but don’t bother looking. It’s probably a SHIELD agent, come to tease and torment me. That’s already happened twice.

            “Alright Handsy, get up.” I hear, I think Stark, say. I see him, and Spidey standing by the control panel. Well Stark and Peter. Peter changed into jeans, grey t-shirt, a blue hoodie and black converse. He also looked like he got some sleep, good. Turning my head away, I ask,

            “Why?” My voice slightly ragged from not talking or drinking in a while.

            “Because, we need to have a little chat.” Stark says. I hear beeping and typing begin as, I’m guessing, Stark opens the room.

            “We?” I ask looking back to them. Starks at the control panel and Peter stays where he was.

            “Yes, we. The rest of the Avengers, me, and the kid over there.” Metal Head says tipping his head back to Peter. I stand up and almost fall because I haven’t been on my legs in about 3 hours. Stark runs in and catches me. “Look at her. Already swooning over me.”

            I push myself off of him and say, “Not even in your dreams Iron Buns.” He smirks and says,

            “Alright, wrists sweetheart.” I hold my wrists to him and he pulls handcuffs out of his back pocket.

            “Always keep a pair of handcuffs on you Stark?” I ask while we turn and exit the glass room.

            “Only for when things get raunchy.” He whispers in my ear. If he had just said it, I might have smiled, but since I felt his hot breathe on my neck, I shiver and groan in disgust. Peter smiles at my reaction and Metal Head laughs as he guides me out of the room. We walk down the hallways in silence and I still don’t know where we’re going.

            “How are you not cold?” Stark asks, referring to my thin suit.

            “Who said I wasn’t? I just learned a long time ago not to complain about it. Or show it.”

            “What the hell even happened to you? You keep saying things that happened in the past, but never elaborate on it.”

            “Tony.” Peter says, warily.

            “What?” I stay silent. I don’t like bringing up the past, but I will if I need to. Right now, Stark doesn’t need to know anything.

            “It’s just… a bad topic.” Peter says, trying to divert Stark from his question.

            “Alright, alright. I won’t bring it up again sweetheart.” He says to me, almost sincere. I remain silent, but relax at his words. Finally stopping at a door, Peter holds it open for me and Stark. I give him a nod before examining the room. There’s a long table in the middle and the entire right wall is glass window. Well this rooms boring. You’d think it’d be a bit more extravagant.