The First Demigod Avenger (Completed)

XVI - Everything Bad Happens In Oregon

Will's POV
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As I was yelling at Max for being stupid and telling her to be more careful after stitching her up, we heard a knock at the door.

Everyone looked up, immediately grabbing weapons to prepare for a fight.

Ipushed Max back on the couch, giving her a glare stat screamed stay seated.

Me, Nico, and percy went to the door. They knocked again as Percy answered.

"Hello?" He asked. "We need Max Newtower to come with us." The man asked.

He was wearing an all black suit, and was holding a gun. Max pulled herself off the couch, going to the door.

"And why's that?" She asked. The man aimed his gun at Max. She was confused and didnt have any time to react before he shot her.

He aimed each shot at one of us, landing a bulletin on all of us. We were all confused, and didn't have anytime to react.

My world was fading, but I didnt feel anything. He might have used some sort of tranquilizer bullet.

I couldnt move or speak.

I was paralyzed.

I was helpless.

I saw the dude grab Max and get her outside to a black van, driving off and leaving us collapsed in the apartment.

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Max's POV

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I woke up in a room, tied to a chair.

Again.

I screamed.

A man came into the room, carrying a tray.

"Whazzup, broski. Ya gonna torture me? Ohohoho spOOOOKy!" I said, mockingly.

The man didn't speak.

I never got a good look at any of the men that came in since they were all wearing the same things, and a hood over their faces. They all did the same thing. Torture me for questions.

"Who do you work for?" Or, "What do you know about the Avengers?" Or, "What do you know about S.H.I.E.L.D?"

I never answered. I knew that I was probably going to die here. Really, I always wondered what I would die from.

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4 days later, Steve's POV

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It's been 4 days since we heard from Max. Then, someone appeared in the tower.

"Where's Max?!" They yelled. It was Nico.

"Nico, calm down. She's not here." Wanda said, gently. She had been staying with us for about 6 days now. Nico seemed to panic even more.

"I thought she was staying with you?" I said.

"Look, some dude came to the apartment, shot a bunch of my friends with bullets that did something to them, they couldn't move or speak, and took Max in some van." Nico explained, as he paced back and forth by the bar where we were all sitting at.

It was about 9pm. Suddenly, Nico's phone rang. It was Max. He put the phone on speaker.

"Max? Where are you?" He asked, his voice panicked.

"S-some warehouse. I-i think. Look, please c-come and get m-me." Max said. Her voice was weak and in pain.

"We're coming to get you, okay? do you want to stay on the phone?" Nico asked, his voice concerned.

"I-i can't. They're coming back." She said.

"Who?" I asked, loudly so that she could hear. Max screamed on the other end and we could hear the phone drop on the ground before the line went flat, presumably crushed.

Did you trace that call?" Bruce asked. Nico shook his head, but Tony piped up. " I did."

"Some warehouse in Oregon." He said. (everything bad happens in Oregon)

" Assemble." I said, as everyone sprinted off in different directions.

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Max's POV, about 2 hours later

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I screamed out in agony, as another blow came.

A whip.

Everday, 11 PM a man would come in a hit me with a whip. 11 times. Just then, it suddenly stopped.

I heard yelling, screaming, fighting. The doors flew open.

A blur of colors, people.

Yelling.

"You're gonna be okay, okay Max?"

Nico.

Then, darkness.

Darkness.

Screams.

Light.

The tower.

Then, darkness again.

Edited by: @MoongladeWriting