Chapter 6

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"Wow!" is all Nick says. "I can't believe you could have been that stupid! Weren't you valedictorian at your high school? Don't even pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. We have a top notch security system here, Miss Stacy, and I've been watching you closely all of this time. I knew you would make an attempt to escape, and I wasn't going to let you get away with it. I just wanted to see how far you'd go. And I admit. You almost made it. You were almost successful. Almost!"

"Shut up, Fury!" I retort.

"What did I say about talking to me like that?"

"Do you really think I care? You may be in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters, but you are certainly not in charge of me!"

"Yes, I certainly am in charge of you as long as you're in this building."

"Well that's your problem for keeping me here!"

"You have no idea how selfish you are! If you really loved Peter, you would stay away from him. You're only confusing him when you're with him."

"I'm pretty sure you're the one that's confused."

"That's it! Because you tried to sneak out, and because of your constant back talk, you are not aloud to leave this building for two weeks! Should have thought about that before being disobedient and disrespectful!"

Without responding, I start back to my room, but Nick stops me saying, "Before you go to your room, I expect you to return your clothes to the closet. They don't belong to you."

"Well what am I supposed to wear?"

"What you woke up in."

"I'm not a hospital patient anymore."

"Well I would have let you go shopping tomorrow to buy new clothes, but now you can't since you broke the rules. I hope this will make you think next time before you speak or act."

"You know, for being a leader for an organization of superheroes, you make a great villain!" I exclaim, and with that, I storm out of the lobby.

After changing back into my hospital gown and returning the clothes back to where they belong, I walk to my room and slam the door shut, locking it. I lay in my bed and start crying uncontrollably.

All of that was for nothing. There's no way out. None!

"I'm so sorry Peter!" I whisper to myself. "I'm sorry I couldn't get back to you."

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