Games with a God

Chapter Two

My back was killing me and I had the headache of the century, thanks to Agent Barton. Lips feeling chapped and dry, I licked them tasting copper and iron in other words blood; how nice? Slowly blinking my eyes to adjust them to the dim lighting of the room I saw nothing, but four cinder block walls and a steel cell door with a small square, just big enough to reveal the bright lighting and clean white of the corridor beyond. My wrists and ankles were cuffed to a chair which was bolted to the floor, I was stuck, funny how life likes to screw you over. I yanked at the cuffs, but nothing happened making me groan in anguish, "What the bloody hell did we get into this time Sapphire?"

The door swung open and more light bled in making me snap my head back away from it and hiss audibly. "Ah so you're awake." It was that luring dark voice which held it's own arrogance so I looked up seeing the man with gold, green and black clothes on.
"Fancy dress, how nice of you to visit me." In all honesty I had forgotten about him for a little bit. "So... What's on your mind Fancy dress? Need a friendly chat? Maybe I could act like a Psychiatrist and you can tell me all your feels." I suggested in a mocking tone, I mean he had to be a madman to steal the Tesseract and I'm assuming he's using mind control on Clint and Erik since I know both of them- well not so much Erik, but Clint- they are/were good people.
"Quiet mortal! I demand-"
"Ooh, you 'demand'?" I laughed, not even Natasha can break me in interrogation, "Go on demanding, you ain't getting anything out of me Fancy dress." I chuckled smirking up at him until he abruptly pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat right in front of me.
"Do you even know to whom you are talking to?" He asked staring me straight in the eyes, so I just stared back; I ain't loosing a staring match to Fancy dress boy.
"No... not really; do you even know to whom you are talking to?" I asked trying to mimic his voice... Surprisingly not a bad impression although he didn't seem very impressed. Spoil sport.
"Yes, Sapphire Lamya; you're a gifted agent at SHIELD. Seems they don't really know that much about you."

"Oh... Okay then," Seems he does know to whom he is talking to, loved to know who he is though, "Hey Fancy dress mind if I ask a question?" I paused for a split second and as soon as he started talking I continued. "So Fancy dress what's with the fancy dress anyways? Is there a renaissance fair in town?" He's probably one of those techy nerds who got cocky and decided to nab the Tesseract- he's a good looking nerd I'll give him that- pretty good nerd, but did he have to take it in his renaissance costume. He looked at me like I was the crazy one, sorry, but I'm not the one who kidnapped me, stole the Tesseract, used some sort of freaky mind control device to get Barton and Erik on his team and then tied me to a chair.
"Renaissance fair?" He said in a questioning tone so I waited for him to click, but no he didn't... not even a flickering light bulb in his head.
"Yeah, you know; dress up like people from the medieval era and drink and stuff... You know what I'm just as confused as you are on this so... Wait if you're not dressed for a renaissance fair then what's with the costume?"
"This is no costume you mewling quim!" He exclaimed standing up and turning away from me in annoyance, I choked back a laugh and raised a brow before throwing my head back and howling in laughter.
"That sounds so wrong!" God I'm childish, he is so wearing a renaissance outfit and he's in character too! "Wait, I know what that means! It is wrong you dirty bar-stool!" I accused while laughing until I screamed as the chair I was in tipped back hitting the floor. "Damn it!" I muttered still giggling; this was the most I'd laughed in a while and I was tied to a chair! What does that say about my life? Probably that it sucks.

My chair was tipped back up snapping my head forward making my neck crack so I glared at Fancy dress who was back in the seat in front of me. "So if it's not a costume, then that means this is your normal clothes? So you into Steampunk then or what?" I asked and he sighed holding his face in his hands, in about five minutes he's probably going to stick me in a box and send me back to SHIELD.
"I don't think you fully comprehend your position at the minute." Fancy dress stated and I shrugged, I knew fully what sort of position I was in.
"Currently, I'm being held hostage by you, Agent Barton got a bit trigger happy and shot me which is hurting quite a bit and right now I'm getting to know my captor." A light bulb exploded in my head as to why he could be dressed the way he was, "Comic con!" I yelled as if I were saying 'Eureka!' Again he glared at me with slight confusion so obviously not Comic con. "Sorry I'm not really giving you chance to speak, I'll be quiet now." I said and he seemed relieved by that. Rude.