Pandora's Box

by MagicWriter92

Victoria has been in S.H.I.E.L.D's care for as long as she can remember. That doesn't mean she likes it. Just as she was about to consider trying to leave once again, something came up. Her dear old friend Fury has activated The Avengers Initiative. Now she must struggle with whether she wants to help the team or not, and strange 'gods' bringing more questions her past. OC.

Dreams. The dreams had started to plague me again.
It felt like years since I had last had them. Yet here again they were gripping at my mind.
I threw another punch at the bag making it swing. Training harder seemed to be a good way to push the dreams aside.
There was no way to find answers to them. I was afraid of asking for those answers as well.
Another punch, another image swiped away like sand.

"Vicky!" A woman's voice rang through the room.

"Natasha." I greeted without turning, and continued my brutal beating of the punching bag.
The red headed wonder appeared just to the right of me.
Far enough not to get hit by the bag. Smart.

"It's happening again isn't it." She said quietly.
I grabbed the bag stopping it's motion, and fixed my gaze on her.

"There's no point in talking about it Tasha, it'll pass as they all do." I answered with a frown.
She sighed, and relaxed her stance.

"I still think you should tell Fury about them. Maybe he does have answers." She said in an almost pleading tone.
I laughed.

"Yes, because my lovely captor has been so… helpful in the past." I retorted, and procceded to throw punches again.

I almost regret the first time I told her about the dreams, she seemed more on his side half the time.

"You know it's not like that!" She said, frustration evident in her voice.

"Really?" I shouted. I threw full punch breaking the bag, making sand pour from it.

"Then tell me Natasha, what do you call this? Hm?" I questioned, throwing my arms out to the space around us.
"What do you call this place that I can't leave?" I yelled.
Turning my gaze to her, I finally took in her stance. She was stiff, with her hand on her gun.
I laughed, shaking my head, started pulling off my gloves.

"Of course. You came with friends." I spat.

"We're good." She said with a hand to her ear. Great, people we're listening.

"What does my mighty leader ask of me, and he couldn't come himself?" I directed my question at the camera in the corner of the room.

"He's not here actually, he's talking to Steve." She smiled at my action.

"Boy wonder? What for?" I asked now suspicious.

"Fury is going to activate the Avengers Initiative."