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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"Lyin' isn't better than silence Floatin', but I feel like I'm dyin'"
Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler, you were good to me
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T H E Y came for her in the middle of the night. The round of torture she had already endured was days ago; and she had been left in her prison to rot with Captain America.
The doors opened and guards walked into the room; immediately surprising both the two occupants of the room.
Charlie's eyes widened when she saw the guard that had originally came for her last time, and tears immediately filled her eyes. "No. No please, not again."
Her frail wrists were grabbed roughly and she was pulled from the only place she found comfort in anymore. She couldn't tell how long she had been held captive in the Workshop.
"Don't touch her," Steve tried to push past the guards, to get to Charlie and keep her safe, but there were too many of them. He was held back by two man; all with abilities that outranked his own.
"Bring her to level six. I'm sick of waiting. Jace will have to deal." The guard said.
Charlie started to fight, pulling in her arms to get away from the men that would be taking her to certain pain. "Please. It won't work. I'm not a mutant."
She was pulled along easily; the men all towered over her five foot frame.
"Stop, stop. Take me." Steve yelled, watching as she was pulled from the room. He pulled as hard as could; but he didn't budge. After spending a year in this prison, he wasn't who he used to be.
The door shut behind Charlie as she struggled against them, the pain in her arm still aching where she was burned so severely.
"Let me go, stop." She pulled her arms but they didn't break free. She could hardly stand on her own feet with the pressure they were putting on her.
She didn't pay attention to the countless hallways they walked down, the countless X marked doors, or the other few guards with masks in their faces. She didn't pay attention to any of it because she knew it was useless.
Her body was pushed into a small room where darkness overcame the light. The ground was cold and wet, and she couldn't tell if it was water or something else. But it was sticky, and coated her hand like syrup.
"Get up." The guard grunted, grabbing her arm and pulling Charlie back onto her feet. A metal clasp was wrapped around on her waist, and then the sounds of chains cracking pulled her to the wall, with her hand outstretched.
"Don't touch me." Charlie used her free hand to try and push the guard away from her, but it was no use. Her other hand was tied up above her head.
