Away We Go. (Avengers Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Main Character's (name will be revealed) P.O.V.

It was cold here– sterile, to a certain degree. 

There was too much noise, too much technology– too many people. I sat against one of the glass walls of the circular cell, hugging my knees to my chest. I replayed the man's death over and over in my mind, the complete and utter horror in his eyes making my chest smart horribly. It was either the beginnings of heart ache or that bullet hadn't just grazed my side and was imbedded somewhere in my torso...

"Hello," a woman called, and my eyes snapped over to the metal double doors that were swinging closed behind her. 

She looked a bit older than myself with a shock of shoulder length red hair. She donned a blue stretch suit and two handguns, which immediately set off warning bells in my head. 

I did not reply to her greeting, instead turning my gaze onto my feet  which were bare and a bit dusty. 

"I hear you have some special abilities," she said, pulling up a chair and sitting right outside the glass opposite of me. I pulled the scarf further over my face, trying to shut her out as I'd done with every person I'd encountered thus far. 

The woman was quiet for a while, just tapping the back of her chair with impatient fingers. 

"How about...I'll tell you where you are, in exchange for your name," she offered, and I hesitantly met her eyes. She appeared to be telling the truth but I didn't know this woman and couldn't read her facial expressions. I noticed slight bags beneath her eyes, obviously from lack of sleep. That would explain the impatience... 

I shook my head, declining her offer. I didn't need to know where I was– I just needed to find a way out.

"Aren't you the least bit curious?" she asked, trying to lure me into to giving her information. 

I shrugged, thinking it was better not to speak. If she was carrying around guns she must have training of some sort, and unless she slipped up and actually told me something about this place, I'd have to suffice with being kept in the dark.

The corners of her lips dropped slightly and I could tell she was growing frustrated. Sleep deprivation could short circuit anyone.  

"I'm trying to do this the easy way, but if you'd prefer the hard way..." she growled, finger twitching, leveling her glare onto me. 

I stared back, keeping my face impassive, though she couldn't see it. 

"Fine then," she huffed,  standing and strutting over to a large control panel. She raised her hand to hit a button, which I presumed would open the door. This might just be my chance...

"Natasha!" a voice boomed, and her hand froze in mid descent. A few more people burst through the double doors, all of them not even remotely familiar.

"What are you thinking? We still don't know if she's a threat!" a man chastised, latching onto her wrist. He had a bow slung over his shoulder along with a dozen arrows. From where I sat I could tell there was a strong bond between the two, just from the look they exchanged.

Love– it was a weakness they shared. If they really considered me the enemy, they wouldn't have made it so apparent. Or, maybe, they truly didn't notice how clearly their emotions were on display. I was leaning toward the latter. 

"Poor souls," I thought, cocking my head to the side.

If I'd learned anything, it was that love would almost always be your downfall, and on the rare occasions that it wasn't, the mere cruelty of the world would undoubtedly finish the job.