Chapter Eight
This had started to get calm at SHIELD for Samantha. There was a sense of calm forming within her, but that was only because of her new friends. The Avengers, Deadpool, and Peter Parker- or as she always called him, Bug Boy. Despite all this, she couldn't help but think of her father's desperate face when she was so close to him, but he had to give her up. But that was far from the things that haunted her memories.
She had horrible nightmares for nights on in, nightmares of her past. Nightmares of when the demons had her and tortured her. Nightmares of when her wings tore through her skin. Nightmares when her father had been possessed and cut them off.
"SAMANTHA!" someone screamed her awake. She sprang up in a cold sweat, and she was trembling like she would fall apart. Peter stood to the side of her with a worried look on his face. It took everything Samantha had not to hug him hard and kiss him like they did in the training room. They hadn't talked about it since, but it was really her first kiss. Peter pulled her into a hug and she clung to him.
"You okay Wing Girl," he whispered.
"Y-yeah just nightmares," she said in a cracked voice. He hugged her tighter to him.
"You know what. I'm going to go get some movies and we'll watch those okay?" He rubbed her back. She nodded into his shoulder. He smiled and left the room to go get the movies.
A few minutes later, Samantha heard a knock on the door. Expecting Peter, she swung the door open happily. Instead she saw a SHIELD agent, male and tall. He was somewhat attractive, and in his twenties. He had black hair and brown eyes. Samantha read his badge to see his name was Grant.
"Um you need anything?" she asked. He smirked.
"Actually yes I do." His brown eyes flicked to a midnight black. She froze and grabbed her flask filled with holy water. Before she could draw, the demon used his powers to throw her back against the wall. Grant took a holy oil Molotov and the last thing Samantha remembered was a flash of light and pain on the right side of her body.
Peter walked up to Samantha's room with a giant stack of movies. He was smiling, but it dropped when he saw her door ajar. Samantha never left her door open. He dropped the movies and ran to the room.
"Samantha!" he yelled panicked. He looked around to find the wall dented and burns all over the floor and wall. This couldn't be good. He had to find her.
Samantha woke up tied to a metal table in one of the abandoned SHIELD metic rooms. Her breathing hitched. She heard a chuckle and the sharpening of knives. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound where she saw Grant over a bunch of torture instruments. Her body trembled as bad memories came stumbling in.
"Hello there little Nephilim. Crowley wants you dead, but I assume he would mind if we had a little fun first."
"Let me go you bastard," she choked out. He smiled and cut the rope in her hand, only to pin her hand down by stabbing it to the table. Samantha screamed in pain as he did this to her other hand and both her feet. He smiled at her and took a scalpel. She screamed for help of anyone.
"No one can hear you here sweetheart," he mocked and started to cut into her. She bit her lip so she didn't cry out. Her body shook as she started to see her chest painted red. He tortured the Bird until she begged to be released by death. She begged him to slit her throat. He kept on for what felt like hours.
He was about to insert a syringe into her filled with holy oil until they both heard the door get busted in.
"Get away from her!" Peter demanded. Grant growled and inserted it into her arm. She started to thrash in pain which made the knives cut through her hand and feet. She screamed. Peter shot webs at the man. While he was fighting it, he punched him until he passed out.
Peter walked up to the Bird who was sweating and whimpering in pain. She was pale from the loss of blood, and it was evident she was about to give up to death to escape the pain. He cursed and kissed her forehead.
"Everything is going to be okay, alright? I've got you know," he whispered to her. He closed his eyes and took the knives away from her skin quickly. She screamed. He picked her up and cooed comfort into her ear. Samantha's head leant onto Peter's shoulder, and her blood began to paint his blue t-shirt. He ran to the new medbays across the hellicarrier with Samantha clutched to his chest. Halfway there Peter felt the fragile girl in his arms go limp.
"Wing girl!"
