Loki/Avengers fanfic
Celene is a 21-year-old girl who grew up with divorced parents, an abusive father and a loving mother. She never had a normal life and trouble always seemed to follow her.
The avengers found out about hydra after Loki failed to...
We heard two locks before the door slightly opened and a large, typically Russian man stood in front of it, checked behind us and signalled with his head to follow him and we did.
He closed the door behind us, looked at me for a second while I held my head slightly down but he didn't seem to recognise me luckily. It looked like a normal shed, small and nasty warm with the smell of food eaten the day before.
He walked towards a shelf, pulled a random book from the shelf like a cheesy rom-com making the bookshelf open revealing a creepy pair of stairs going down as I suspected.
As soon as the door was revealed and the coast was clear, Stanley released me from his grip and I turned to the man kicking him in his balls, he sank to the floor and I kicked him in the face and followed it with a punch.
He was still conscious so grabbed his head by his longer hair slamming it against the metal frame of the staircase three times until he was unconscious.
"He's a tough one," I said catching my breath letting him go and Stanley scoffed.
We walked towards the door, opened it and signalled for Steve to come in, originally he wanted us to give a signal as soon as the door would open so he would come and kick the door in... but there are some major flaws in that plan...
He walked in and locked the door while Stanley walked towards the shelf and pulled the book out again revealing the staircase again.
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We all seemed to take a deep breath before Stanley and I took our weapons and went downstairs revealing more creepy hallways.
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It was looking pretty modern like a hospital or other health facility for mental people, but it was darker and quieter, like the calm before a storm, and hell was about to break loose.
We started walking around checking rooms, in some places subjects were held in cells but no one was walking around it seemed, we passed different halls coming into a part that had better lighting giving more lab vibes.
"Would you like some tea?" A voice spoke through the speakers around us making us move in a circle around each other trying to identify the position, it wasn't my father's voice but someone else's.
