A/N - This chapter was requested by user @Shaeshae20010821: I ended up using 'Frozen' by Madonna for a little bit of inspiration whilst I was writing. I hope you all enjoy it.
The power disabling cuffs clinging to your wrists had been your sole focus as you were pushed along towards Stark Tower. You could see the skin around the edges of the metal, getting closer and closer to breaking open from the friction, and you couldn't help but stare.
When Fury had told you that you were being taken to a secure facility to work on your rehabilitation, you'd been expecting a little better treatment. I mean, you weren't picturing five star luxury, but you were half-hoping the cuffs would be left behind at the S.H.I.E.L.D. prison cell you'd been kept in for the last two weeks.
"Y/L/N?" Your head shot up to find Fury already watching you as he came to stand across from you in the small elevator. It was a tight fit. The two of you, Agent Hill, and four armed guards you'd yet to be introduced to, all crammed into a space seemed to be meant for no more than five at a time. "Stark will be meeting us upstairs. He's going to be helping you-"
"Babysitting me, you mean?" you murmured, head tilting to the side. "I've wanted out of Hydra for years, Director. I'm not just going to go wondering back to them if I'm left unattended for five minutes."
Fury raised an eyebrow at you. "Either way. You'll be running everything past Stark now. You don't leave the building without him. You don't make calls without asking permission. I don't even want you using the bathroom without checking if it's okay first, understood?"
You felt your jaw tense slightly, but gave a short nod. "Understood," you repeated softly, letting your attention drop back to your aching wrists. "Are the restraints still necessary?" you added as the elevator came to a stop.
"That's up to Stark to decide," he uttered as the doors slid open. You barely looked as you followed Fury out into the hallway, and it wasn't until you almost walked straight into his back that you realised that you'd reached your final destination.
"Thought you said she wanted to come here. She looks like she's planning a jail break already."
Your head shot up to find a man you'd only ever seen on the TV stood in front of you. Tony Stark was pretty hard to miss. He was one of the most spoken about men in the country, and Hydra had been keeping an eye on him for as long as you could remember.
"Y/N is just coming to terms with the rules of her stay here," Fury hummed. "Wish we could stay and help you two get better acquainted, but we've got work to do," he added, nodding for one of the armed guards to hand the key to the hand cuffs over to Tony. "Keep her out of trouble."
And then the group that had marched you in, went marching straight back out, abandoning you with a man you had never even met before.
"So," he started, nodding for you to follow him. "Hydra, huh?"
Your brow furrowed at his attempt at small talk. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Okay," he uttered, ushering you into one of the nicest bedrooms you had ever seen.
In all fairness, you hadn't ever really had a bedroom, or at least, not that you could remember, and that made every bedroom seem pretty nice. But this one was better than anything else you'd ever set eyes on. A plush King sized bed, neatly made with the softest looking linens. A full stocked desk. A wardrobe and matching chest of drawers. Carpets, and curtains, and wallpaper that wasn't peeling away at the edges. And God. Best of all. There was a door to the side that led to your very own bathroom. This was practically living in the lap of luxury, and you'd had the audacity to complain about the slight discomfort of having to wear handcuffs to get here.
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MCU (Avengers) Imagines Part Two
FanfictionJust a few MCU themed, reader insert Imagines
