Trust

The sound of gunshots and screams filled the air. A few floors above I heard the clank of metal and the sound of a repulser. Avengers. The sound of boots on tile and heavy breathing came from somewhere outside my cell.  It was followed by a few beeps and a click. The rock wall in front of me slid open and revealed the hallway. I stood up and strutted outside my cell. A few other recruits nervously glanced out into the hallway to make sure it was safe. Unlike me, they couldn’t have heard what was going on outside our cells. Glancing to my left, I found the guard who had let us out, he was slumped against the wall. I turned him over and felt for a pulse, but found none. There was another clank from above me, but much closer this time. I turned back to the guard and searched him. I found his gun and a few knives and pocketed them. There was more shooting and screaming, even closer. I cocked my gun and ran towards the sound and up a set of stairs. I kicked open the iron door that lay on the top of the staircase. Once inside, I scanned the room. There were about twenty men in uniform fighting the team off, and about twenty more dead on the floor. I started shooting to kill anyone that wasn’t wearing a HYDRA uniform. I hit Captain America in the arm and grazed the redhead. I attempted shooting at the mage, but she just blocked it. I scanned the room, looking for an opening to get one of the avengers out of the way. I saw the redhead already fighting two agents and snuck up on her, swinging my legs under her. She stumbled but quickly recovered. I heard movement in the rafters above me and looked up just in time to see an arrow heading straight for my head. I moved out of the way, and the arrow clanked the concrete. My attention turned back to the redhead, who had already killed one of the agents. My hand found the dagger from my uniform and I swung it out her face, but she dodged it. I hear an arrow from behind me and easily moved out of the way, but another arrow came and I didn’t have time to move. It came in contact with my thigh and a wave of electricity shot through my body. I attempted to keep fighting, but the redhead thew a punch and it went black. 

    When I woke up, I found myself handcuffed to a table in an integration room. I looked up to see none other than the director of SHIELD himself sitting in front of me. He was reading through a file, an unreadable expression on his face.

    “So, Mya, tell me about yourself.”.

I chuckled.

“Oh, you think this is funny, but if I didn’t know better I would say you have been captured with no chance of escape in the most secure building in the world.”

I stayed silent.

“Ok, if you won’t talk I will.”

“Mya Anderson, born in Berlin, Germany in May of 1999. Sold to Hydra in 2006, by your own parents. Oof, harsh. Would you like me to go on? Or, are you going to say something?” He said looking through the file. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say?”

“So, she does speak. Ok, Mya, I’ve been looking through your file.”

“Clearly.”

“And, you are anything, but a good person. You have committed over a hundred murders, several arsons, and a handful of kidnappings. But, the Avengers seem to have a habit of taking in people that seem like they don’t belong. So, I'm giving you the opportunity to turn your life around and work alongside the Avengers.”

“Hmm,” I hummed, pretending to think about it,” Yeah, I’m going to have to pass.”

“Wasn’t asking.”

I made one final tug against the restraints, why we had been talking, Fury failed to notice me losing my grip on the cuffs. I flipped the table on to him, pinning him against the wall and I was out the door before he had time to react. My feet carried me through the corridors. Red flashing lights and alarms filled the halls as I ran further away from the room. The pounding of feet surrounded me from all sides, as they attempted to cut me off. But, at the last second, I made a dash down another hallway, away from the agents. I glanced over my shoulder, to see who was falling me, but I was instantly met with a familiar red and blue shield, once again rendering me unconscious.

The soft beeping of machines awoke me from my slumber.  My eyes flickered open, bright ceiling lights hovered above me. I made an attempt to sit up, but I found myself chained to the bed. I turned to my side to see the redhead watching me intently, Captain America stood behind her, leaning against the door frame. I spat at them.

“Let me go.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” the young woman answered. 

“Why am I even here, I thought Fury would have had me terminated by now.”

“Because Fury believes there’s still hope for you. He wanted to give you a second chance,” the freedom in spandex piped in.

I rolled my eyes.

“I would be grateful. I would have had you killed,” a familiar voice chuckled.

 I turned my head the other direction to find none other than the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

“Stark,” the Captain muttered warningly.

“We want to give you a second chance Mya, you just have to trust us,” he told me.

I laughed, a general real laugh. They had to be kidding. I had never trusted anyone in my life. Nothing ever good ever came out of trust.

“You guys are kidding right. Me, trust you, the group of people that are supposed to be my enemies.”

“We’re not your enemies Mya, that’s Hydra talking,” the soldier augured.

“No, it's me talking, Hydra might have taught me those things, but I made them mine.”

We sat there in uncomfortable silence, the hero's staring at me, unsure what to do. Suddenly, the redhead stood up, striding across the room to me. She uncuffed the metal from the side of the bed and then cuffed it to a metal pole above me. I looked at her and she nodded. Slowly, I sat up, leaning against the wall behind me. This is the first time I got a good look at the room.  On my left, the blonde and the redhead stood along with a dark-skinned man I didn’t recognize. On my right, the tin can man, a man with salt and pepper hair, and the mage stood. In the corner of the room, hiding in the shadows, stood the archer, watching.

“Ok, this has been fun, but I have other things to attend to. So we’ll let Bruice here give you the all-clear then old Capcicle there will show you to your room,” The billionaire mentioned, striding out of the room.

The older man, Brucie, walked towards me, tapping on his tablet. I was quick to respond, and pushed myself back against the wall. 

“Hey, it's ok. I just need to check your vitals to make sure you're all clear.,” The man said.

Reluctantly, I backed down. Slightly more relaxed, but still on high alert. As Brucie, if that was his real name, did his tests people started to file out of the room. Leaving only me, the doctor, the Captain, and the dark skinned man. The doctor then typed a few more things on his keyboard before starting to unhook the machines.

“You're all good. Your healing factor is quite interesting thought. After that hard blow to the head, and the sedative we gave you, you should have had to spend at least a day out of commission, and been asleep for about ten hours. But, there are no signs of head trauma and you were only asleep for about seven hours. Oh, sorry I’m rambling, Steve, she’s good to go, you can take her up to her room.”

The blonde moved over towards me and went to undo my handcuffs, but stopped,”If I do this, you won’t fight back, will you?”

I thought about it for a moment. 

I was in the belly of the beast. Surrounded by earth’s mightiest heroes. There was no way I could fight back and even make it near the front door. And even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to make it far without them finding me and just dragging me right back here. And maybe, just maybe, I’m not as closed minded to changing my ways then I thought. Eventually, I slowly shake my head. He nods and removes the metal from my wrists, tossing them aside. He then guided me out of the medical room, the dark skinned man followed in suit. I was then led through a series of hallways and up an elevator before reaching another room. He opened the door, and motioned me inside. When I did not go right away, he gave me a little shove, and shut the door behind him. There was a small click, and then receding footsteps. I sighed. Locked in. I took this time to look around the room. It was nothing special, plain white walls, a bed, two night stand tables on either side, a dresser, and an adjoining bathroom. There were also a few large windows that looked at a city skyline. I wondered closer to them, examining details in the surrounding area. I noted a couple key features and put together we were in New York. I must be in Avengers tower. I also took note that we were at least a hundred floors up, if not more, and jumping from this height would surely kill me, so that was out of the option. I countiunded to explore the room, looking for a way out, but found none. I plopped down on the bed, accepting defeat.