Sure I landed in glass, but I was free. Picking myself off the ground I fall into the darkness of the night. Not letting the male able to see me and the direction I decide to go.
Heading back towards the city was a good choice. A few people litter the street as they go into local bars and clubs. As I pass them a few stare, others use the opportunity to sneak into the club. As the people stare, they also pointed at me. Looking to where they are pointing my mind quickly goes down to my arms. A t-shirt can't cover up my arms, so I am exposed. How stupid can I be.
Turning down a street with no prying eyes, my mind wonders. The male was Marthas relationship, hence is the reason why he put his grubby hands on me. He was going on something about a home, what did he say?
Fork? Spork? Start?
Stark.
What does that have to do with my home?
Where do I even start looking for this stark?
"Hey!" I hear.
Looking over my shoulder I see a dark silhouette following me. The features were unknown due to the dark of the night, all I do know is that it is a male. Only because I heard the voice call for me. I didn't stop for the male, unsure on who he was and what he wants.
"(y/n)!"
Keeping up with my pace I continue on the path I found myself on. The new unknown male still following me. For aboutfive more minutes the male continued to follow, making my blood start to boil.
Turning around with furrowed eyebrows I yell, "Why are you following me!"
The male meets up with me, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. He looked like he meaned business, but not a person to send me back to Hydra.
"Why are you following me?" I ask.
"We know each other (y/n), I am Thor. I saw you through the windows of the club." The male says
"I don't know who you are, just stop following me."
"Please come home with me!"
"Ew gross, no."
I turn to walk away from him but his arms wrap around me. With my strength I push him off of me, my metal arms keeping me safe from this unknown male named Thor. His weird fantasies wanting to take me home with him, letting him know god knows what to me.
"(Y/n) you have gotten mighty strong, I will say that." Thor says.
"Leave me alone," I yell over my shoulder.
"(y/n), I can't do that."
"I am a soldier, stop calling me that name."
"Please, listen to me."
"No, leave me alone."
"I can't do that. You need to come back home with me, everyone misses you. We can help fix you."
"I don't want to be fixed, I want to be free."
"Yes! If you come with me you can!"
I turn around to face Thor, his huge body still following me. With my strength I elbow him in the face, wrapping my legs around his face to bring him to the ground. Once I was over him I get into his face.
"I want to be free, stop following and let me be free." I say to his face.
"(y/n) I can't let you do that."
Thor didn't say that, someone behind me did. I look over my shoulder to see another male in a suit, sunglasses on in the night. He looked familiar, like I saw him before.
Getting up I walk to him, "You took my soldier from me."
"Yes, I had a good reason to." the male says
"Where is he, did you kill him?"
"No, let me show you."
"I need to find a man named Stark."
The male in the suit looks behind him, trying to find someone. Once he looks over both shoulders he laughs, "I am Stark."
Jumping off of Thor I grab Starks hand. I am so eager to come back to the soldier, the one thing I am holding onto right now. He saved the soldier from Hydra, maybe he can save me too. Finding Stark was kind of easy, what if I am going on this all wrong. Once I find the soldier maybe wecan runaway together.
"Come on, follow me." Stark says.
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Following Stark into the elevator was scary, like what if I am going up to my death. This could be the last time I take a breath, take my last blink, and take my last steps.
Once the doors open I aam greeted with two people. A red head and another blonde male. They looked at me with sadden eyes, like they knew me before. Glancing over at them I nod, a small smile comes on the red heads lips.
"Hi (Y/n), we missed you." she says.
'Who are you?" I ask.
"I am Natasha, your best friend. This is Clint, another friend of yours."
"I don't have friends, I only had myself back at Hydra."
Stark grabs my arm, pulling me away from the two. We walk down a corridor of doors, all looking the same. We stopped at a door with the name (y/n) on it, something everyone keeps calling me.
"This is your room." Stark says.
