𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙈𝙚 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙣 ➪ 𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗥

𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱

EMERY

MY EYELIDS FORCE THEMSELVES OPEN, blinking rapidly to wake up. I rub my burning eyes, trying to wake myself. Was that all just a stupid dream?
I scan my surroundings, recognizing the room and bed I'm in... but not my room and bed. No... this is the room Peter Parker took me to after I confessed to being a victim of rape and abuse to him and Tony Stark. The men who 'kidnapped' me, in order to recruit me into the Avengers.
"Shit, I guess not." I mumble.
I look down at my body, my long blonde hair dangling beside my face. A baggy white t-shirt covers my torso. I toss the soft white comforter off of my legs and realize black sweats cover my short legs.
A part of me is mad that I'm here, and wasn't on a mission last night. Instead I was here, in this room, telling Peter every little thing about my broken past. I didn't want to tell him about my broken life, and have him console a broken girl like me. He told me about him, how he got his powers. The last thing I remember is Tony telling Peter it was time for him to head to bed, and offering me this change of clothes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a folded up piece of paper on the nightstand to my left. Emery is written on the outside of it bold black handwriting. I pinch the paper between my fingertips, and bring it in front of me. I unfold it and begin reading the note.

Emery,

I sincerely apologize about the dramatics last night. I made a few calls and Caleb should be staying in jail for a long time to come. I have sent my assistant and a few others to gather your belongings from your apartment and bring them here.

There's a change of clothes in the dresser. There should be shoes next to it.

-Tony

An apology and greeting letter from Tony Stark? I definitely didn't expect that. I want to escape this place, to be free. Although... I wasn't really free before. I'm unsure if I should comply with what the Avengers want... or if I should devise a plan to escape.
  I just decide to exit the comfort of the bed and make my way towards the dresser. I open the top drawer, to reveal an outfit folded up for me. I change into a navy blue v-neck, with the sleeves ending at my palms as it appears they have thumb holes. I slip tight black leather pants over my legs. A black leather jacket lays inside the drawer, as well. I choose to wear it and pull it over my arms.
  I look to the right side of the dresser, and down. Sure enough, there is a pair of black combat boots waiting for me. A rolled up ball of socks rests inside one of them. I add the socks and boots to my apparel.
  "God, I can't believe I'm actually doing this." I sigh, grabbing a hairband from my wrist. I use it to put my hair in a high ponytail, resting atop my head.
I take in a nervous breath as I exit the bedroom and shut it behind me. I don't know where I am or where to go. I just stay like that, back against the door.
"Hey," a female voice says after a few silent moments. I look to my right and see Natasha Romanov, standing beside me. Her weight is on left leg as she crosses her arms over her chest. Her black leather jacket covers a white shirt beneath it.
I don't answer. I just lean against the door and act unamused, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.
"I guess you don't learn manners where you're from, huh?" Natasha spits.
I chuckle and shake my head at the gorgeous redhead. "Manners? Manners don't do you any good, where I'm from. Manners make you appear weak and polite, making you an easy target."
"Not if you're undercover in a castle of royalty... which you might."
"I never agreed to be apart of your little 'team'." I snap, standing straight up. My left brow automatically rises, daringly. "Just show me out and I'll happily skip out of here to lollipop land."
"Doesn't seem like it." Natasha says, scanning me up and down. "It seems like you've gotten quite settled in with the accustoms and made yourself at home."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to walk out of here in a shirt and sweats."
Natasha scoffs and rolls her emerald green eyes at me. She taps her ear, which I'm assuming is because she has an earpiece. "Tony?"
She waits a few seconds for a response. "Alright. I have Ezra here with me."
"You don't have me. We're just standing next to each other."
Natasha nods once she receives a second response. "We'll be right there. Don't go anywhere." Natasha looks up at me. "Follow me."
"Don't boss me around, Natasha. I'm a big girl who lives by her own rules."
Natasha scans me up and down, and smiles. "Big girl, you say?"
I raise my hand, palm facing the ceiling. I watch Natasha's face as she observes the red flames dancing across my fingers. Her eyes light up with the flames. I smirk as I close my hand and the flames disappear.
"Yeah... big girl." I smirk, deviously.

a/n: ik this is kinda short but i like it❤️