NOT UR FREAK (Avengers fan-fiction)

Capitulo Seis: Heaven and Hell.

I think you have no idea how much this is hurting me.

-Unknown-

"Frederica? Oh God, Frederica! What did they do to you?!"

A voice reaches me through a haze of pain and darkness. It seems vaguely familiar, but thinking hurts too much. Everything hurts too much.

Someone grabs on to my arm and begins to shake me vigorously. I want to scream, but my throat is too hoarse, instead a sound crossed between a moan and choked sob slips out my mouth. Whoever it is sighs deeply, and I can practically feel them slump with relief.

It's a boy. A name itches at the corner of my mind, but I don't try to remember, because I think another worse memory is associated with it.

He slips his hands under my arms and pulls me up so I think my head is resting on his lap. He keep's shifting, and each movement spreads pain all over my body.

"You're okay, I got you." He whispers this again and again until all I want is to reach up and strangle him. Because I'm not okay. I'm dying, or maybe I'm already dead. Maybe this is Heaven.

The boy moves again, and pain lances up and down every part of my body. This is not Heaven, of that much I am sure.

I peel my eyes open gradually, and watch as the world fades from black, into a light grey challenged only by a dim light built into the ceiling. I mostly stare into the grey, because the light hurts my eyes.

This could be Hell, I decide, but I always thought Hell would be brighter, warmer, and... less crowded, as my eyes adjust to the light, I start to make out the people around me, hunched over and huddling together for warmth.

Slowly, names begin to attach themselves to the people around me, and after names the memories come.

Maria, orange soda, brown van, kidnapped, Javier, Hydra, stitches. My head starts to hurt, and I shudder at the memory.

It takes me a while to realize Javier is still speaking, in a low, soothing voice that grinds on my nerves.

I crane my head backwards to look into his face, his own eyes are closed, as if the gentle words he's speaking to me are really for him.

"Shut up." My voice is hoarse and pained, but the words are not unkind.

His eyes fly open, hazel landing on blue, and a smile stretches across his face, white teeth flashing behind his chapped lips. Then it disappears, his eyes trail down to my marred stomach, thinly bandaged and stained red in places.

"What happened?" His voice is calm, but his hands shake with rage.

I place my hands beneath me, and shove myself into a sitting position. He helps, but I still see several more spots of crimson appear on the snowy gauze. I don't answer him, because that is not something I want to talk about at the moment. Instead I ask a simple but important question.

"Is there any food left?"

He gives me a look, but otherwise accepts my deflect without comment. I look longingly at the empty packets of food littering the ground nearby, and wish for a peanut-butter and honey sandwich.

"No, sorry, I thought they would give you a packet."

I shrug dismissively, but still find myself fantasizing about food.

"It's okay, I'd rather sleep." It's a lie, but not completely untrue. "Probably gross anyway." I add, kicking a bag of trash out of the way before stretching myself out in its place.

"I'll get one of them to bring you one." He says, rising off the cement and glancing down at me.

"No!" I say, a bit too loudly. Faces turn our way, and I lower my voice. "I don't want any of them to come."

He looks worriedly at me for a moment more, then returns to his previous position with a slight nod of ascension. I relax, and rest my head on the cool floor with a sigh of relief. After a moment, I hear Javier shift, and feel his comfortable warmth lay down next to me. I think back to when he told me about his sister, and think what a lucky girl she must have been. To have someone like him, who would travel all the way to Huesca just for the slight chance of seeing her. It takes a lot to earn my trust, its been broken far too many times, but this boy, he has it. And with that comforting thought circulating, I drift off in a sort of Heaven, only to awake to Hell.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this, I know its short, but I've been super busy lately and just haven't had the time to write a decent sized chapter. Please Vote, Comment, Tell your friends. (Or your enemies, they'll work too)

Mazel Tov