Continuum

Continuum
Chapter 2

Well, that’s not true I would have liked to come back with a sarcastic remark but I have to keep my mouth shut lest I puke in front of him. Don’t want him to give him anymore power over me than what he’s gained already.
He then snarls something at me about Real Power and a Magazine as he stomps off cussing under his breath. I can’t help but look up into the camera and smirk knowing that I’m being watched. So I start pacing back and forth back and forth just to piss them off.

My Hawk {When did he become mine?} will be here soon I think and almost stop in shock as I realise that something is horribly wrong with me when warm wetness suddenly begins oozing from between my butt cheeks without my permission to flow down the insides of my thighs to puddle in my boots. I try to holding it but I Can’t, I just CAN’T nothing I do stops it from running. I can’t help clenching my fists in anger but that’s the only tell I let myself show. I continue with the pacing and trying not to give any more tells away. Shit, Shit and more SHIT! I’m NOT a Fucking Babe in Arms, so WHY Can’t I stop my body doing this?!

That train of thought is brought to a grinding halt though when my senses go off as I feel somebody standing outside the Cell watching me, it’s The Widow Romanoff. I’m suddenly very grateful for the glass separating us as I really must smell now!

I jerk to a stop {wincing internally at the feel of stuff squishing about} spinning on my right heel and commenting “There’s not many people that can do what you just have” She’s here to find out what I’ve done to Barton {My Hawk, again what’s with the mine?} “All I’ve done is to expand his mind” is my answer to her question.

I think she asks something else but what though I know not, as everything is lost to the sudden stabbing flare of pain in my head and when it abates to a tolerable level and I can see again I’m embarrassed to find myself resting on my hands and knees {when did I fall or close my eyes?} and once again feeling the tell-tale warmth from my backend. WHEN will this stop? I think, only just holding back a whimper of pain as I franticly check the floor making sure it is clear of my shame. It’s Clean, nobody knows! All I can think of at that moment is Thank You Leather and Knee High Boots!

When I’m able to look up and around without blacking out again, I find she’s staring at me with a strange expression on her face, I can’t help but rasp at her though the rising bile “Is that pity or concern I see?” She turns away and I lose the strength to hold my head up any longer, so close my eyes and let it sink back down swallowing hard against the bile that’s clawing at my throat.

She glances back just in time is see a string of dribble escape my lips, she speaks into her Earpiece “Fury we have a problem” I can’t hear his reply. I want to say something but I don’t think I’ll be able to without decorating the floor and my hands, so I say nothing.

The door opens NOT to emit Thor or heavily armed guards like I’m expecting but my Hawk and a Strike Team. Barton throws a Stunner though the door, he backs out before it goes off with a Flash Bang that’s so bright, so loud it both makes black spots dance in my eyes and deadens all sound {even though the Cell’s glass} until it’s a dull roar, as a result I lose the battle and bile rushes up my throat to splat noiselessly on my hands and floor.

I’m still heaving when the Cell’s door opens and a pair of hands land on me, I lash out in fear as my eyes hurt and watering too badly to see much but blur also my ears are still ringing making things soundless, dizzying and the resulting sickness worse. I only settle when I realise the hands don’t hurt and that it’s probably Barton, when I can look up without the world blinking out on me I find that my guess is right…
He says nothing about the smell, has to help me up and embassingly I have to cling to him to keep my footing as we make our way out. I’m about to ask about Romanoff when I spot her out cold by the far wall, so say nothing.

I think I black out as the next thing I sense is One, we’re moving, two I’m lying down and Three, I’m half naked and Four, my Hawk has his hands on me and is washing my shame away…
I really want to scream but all I can make is a whimper as my throat hurts so much. His hands still and his eyes snap up to meet mine. He looks at me not with pity but concern, he stops what he is doing to help me take a sip of water so that I can wash my mouth out and then to get some water into my system. My voice is faint and raspy when I ask “How Long was I out for?” “About 30 minutes” is his answer as he goes back to what he was doing, calmly and without fuss. This is so Shameful, I want the world to disappear and my wish is granted a moment later as I drop into nothingness once again…

When I surface next I’m clean, dry and wrapped in a soft blanket but still lying on the same bunk as before with my Hawk watching over me…