The room was dark and cold, the feet touching the ground had lost their sensibility.
Small numb hands touched the wall, as cold as the floor. It wasn't possible to know how tall the ceiling was, or how far was the next wall.
The small figure supressed the need to sit and curl, hoping to safe heat.
But this was training.
If the lights were on, breath would be visible. It was that cold.
Carefully walking as to hear the sounds coming from the still silent room, small bare feet made no sound.
Then it came. A small step. And the cocking of a gun.
As fast as it was possible, the space between the gun and the small figure was crossed. Complicated movements as to make sure no bullets would hit the target.
A soft breathing noise could be heard, louder as it came closer. The small figure jumped with a complicated twist. Hugging the tall person's neck with cold legs that were covered with nothing but a short short's. Small arms held the head and Snap!
The girl laying on the hard bed opened her eyes at the sound of the first explosion. An alarm ringing loudly, even if the sound was muffled inside the room she was in.
She closed her eyes, focussing in listening to all she could of what was happening outside of her cell. She needed to know what was going on in order to know how to proceed in face of this new development.
When she heard someone yelling that the Avengers were attacking, she opened her eyes.
That could be complicated. But potentially good.
She stood from the bed and looked down at herself. She was wearing her normal uniform, light gray sweatpants and t-shirt of the same color, gray sneakers. All of her clothes were gray, even her socks and underwear. It made her incredibly pale skin looking not so blindening white.
She messed up her short waved blondish red hair. And forced her eyes to get a bit watery. Then she sat on the floor next to the bed, her back against the wall and legs against her body. She hugged them and worked on her best scared look.
It took a while until someone opened the door.