Another one of my little pearls that have been laying around in my computer for ages! Edited and checked this one to the best of my abilities, but it's been awhile since I fandom-ed Avengers, so any mistakes let me know! x)
The Doctor in question is 11th, sometime after he left the Ponds and is traveling on his own. It's also a reunion Rose/Doc fic, so yah... though that ain't happeninig till around 8th or 9th chapters.
These chapters are also rather small... smaller than I usually do them, but I just wanted something quick, with a direct plot without tangents like I love to make 'em.. :P
The Avengers, special episode: Time Lord Fix-Up
Bruce Awakening
"I wonder how I manage to get into these types of situation…" Doctor Bruce Banner sighed tiredly, face tight, as he was dragged into a plain white room.
Well, plain in a hospital-y way– white walls, white floor paneling and a suspicious air vent right in the middle of the also white ceiling. The bleached colors were a little disturbing, but nothing Bruce couldn't deal with practiced calm - The room was as far as hospital looking as possible though. It leaned more into the cell category and the menacing manacles and chains set was stomach churning if you've never seen yourself in these sort of odd picture. "I swear someone out there has it out for me" He sulked a little more as the guard escorting him to the cell pushed his body forcefully inside.
No manners, his captors. The Doctor took a deep breath, raising his eyes and holding back the urge to roll them petulantly.
"Nice of you to join the party" The sarcastic voice of Tony Stark rang almost with a sense of relief, but Bruce squashed it down as it rose. Tony, or the Iron Man, was without his trusty armor and strapped awkwardly – arms crossed over his head and wrists tied together with a triple lock seal against the wall. He winced. That had to be painful, but Bruce shook his head and scanned the rest of the room now that he was inside of it. "Almost thought they forgot to send your invitation" The Iron Man leered, but was ignored for the moment.
A dash of red and black announced the presence of the Black Widow. Natasha Romanov was, amongst the whole of the Avengers the one with the best chances at making a run for it. Right now, she was deceptively quiet and demure, submissive in the way her body slumped and her arms strained to keep her upward, she'd be sore for days but he caught the twitch in the muscles of her arms, deft fingers were moving and she undoubtedly was already working on the lock of her manacles.
"Sorry, I'm late" Bruce sent Tony a rueful smile after taking his eyes off of Natasha and finding Clint Barton next to her, Clint who was clearly unconscious. A trickle of blood running down the side of his face, it probably looked worse than it actually was, head injuries tend to bleed more. Knowing the situation and the character who played it, Clint must have been caught in a sneak attack. The attacker managed to get Hawkeye when his attention strayed elsewhere, possibly saving their collective asses, but who's counting? "Got caught up in traffic on my way here"
His last comment was received by a snort when the fourth inhabitant of the white room made himself known, Thor was also strapped down, but his manacles were drastically different from theirs. Heavy looking metal pieces that reflected the light held his arms together from elbow to hand. His legs and feet received similar treatment, and by the dark scowl adorning the north demigod's face, there would be hell to pay once they escaped. "I don't like the feel of this situation" The blonde super-human drawled irritably, eyeing Tony and then Bruce. "It feels as if we're missing something" He continued, ignoring the eyebrow Iron Man raised. "And that one, he's been in here longer than us and have yet to make a sound"
Thus, a combination of three pair of eyes drifted toward the fifth figure in the room, occupying one of the homely manacles in the far end of the wall, peacefuly slumping against the wall and using it to brace his body as comfortably as his position and restraint allowed. There wasn't much they could gleam from looks only, the man appeared to be in his early twenties, black hair thick and falling over his angular youthful face – he looked a lad fresh out of school – but the tweed jacket-bow tie combo kind of threw them off.