2023
It's been several months since Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff gave their lives to bring back the trillions murdered in the decimation.
In the wake of the post - apocalyptic clean up, and the entirety of the universe adjusting to home the life...
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"Give me a moment, I need just a little more time"
Martin Garrix & Dean Lewis Used to Love
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S E V E R A L stories underground, Charlie woke up in a dark room. The only light came from a machine to her left, beeping quickly as it counted her heart beat.
Her small hands were strapped to the arm chests of a chair. Her feet were tied. She was still dressed in her attire from the other night; though Bucky's red shirt was now stained with her blood and her leggings were covered in dirt and dust.
Charlie's head was spinning and the back of it ached from where it had been struck by the heavy back of a gun. Her hair, matted by blood, was stuck to her neck.
She tried to speak after a minute. "Oliver." It came out as a cough and she didn't recognize the distress in her voice.
There was no answer.
Hot tears fell from her eyes. The image of her brother, lying dead somewhere in this place, caused her heart to ache so much it physically pained her. Her stomach ached and her fingers curled into small fists.
She wasn't sure how long she stayed like that; in perfect agony. It must have been hours before the door opened and a man walked into the room.
He was younger than she expected, with a shaved head and a tattoo of a snake wrapped around his skull, disappearing into the white lab coat he wore. His eyes were light, lighter than she had ever seen, and if she wasn't being held captive, she would have thought he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen.
"Miss Grant," The man spoke in a British accent. He sat down on a chair next to her. "I am terribly sorry for all that has happened. It was quite a... messy abduction."
Charlie stayed quiet.
"I don't like mess, you see. I prefer things to be clean, in its most perfect and natural state. I suppose I was like that since I was a child. But I digress, Miss Grant. Tell me, love, do you know why you are here?"
Charlie stayed quiet. Her green eyes flicked over his face, taking in any noticeable features to report on when she got out of here. If she got out of here.
"I suppose not. That's quite alright, better, actually. My name is Jace Freeman. I am a Director here at The Workshop. It is very nice to meet you. I wish it could have been under different circumstances."
"Where's my brother?" Charlie finally asked through a squeak of a voice.
Jace smiled, "No harm shall come to him, that I promise you. I truly am sorry for this... ordeal had s transpired." He said it as if it were normal, as if he hadn't ordered his men to abduct a set of siblings.
