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Pain. Her head was throbbing in pain. That was the first thing she felt. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes to long have I been out? She lay on the cold floor of the van that she was just thrown into. Her body hurt from the beating it had just took, she could feel blood trickling down her face. Herwrists and legs were bound tightly together, bruising her was the next she felt and she began frantically strugglingagainst the thick rope. Already spent, she gave up quickly. Shewhimpered in pain as she bounced abrasively when the dark van drove hastily across a speed bump.

Lying helplessly on the floor, her eyes searched the space she was in. It was pitch black, all she could hear were the clinking and knocking of the things around her, and the engine, roaring in speed to get to where they were taking her. She let out a strained, dry chuckle. She didn't even know who "they" she knew it had something to with him.

The van drove across another speed bump and she cried outagain as she was bounced harshly against the hard floor. The jolt of the van caused an already loose window to pop openmarginally, letting in only a sliver of light. Her eyes franticallysearched the dark van using the beam of light provided. She sawan object in a corner with bold script on it, unreadable from her distance. Maybe the words would let her know where she was being taken too. She started to scoot herself close to it which was not an easy task being tied up, on her side, in a moving van.

As she drew nearer, the object looked like some type of gadget, electronic thing. It must have been high-tech or something of the sort because she had never seen it any RadioShack. The text on it was silver-chrome colored and bold. She squinted harder, trying to fight against the blurriness that was taking over her eyesight. S.H.I.E.L.D. That's what it spelled. Her eyes widened in recognition as she realized where she was being taken. And it was definitely about him. She had no time to dwell on it, the car abruptly stopped, sending her rolling to the front of the back of the van. She groaned in pain as her head hit something cold and metal. It suddenly became dead silent. As she lay on the floor, she was more unnerved by the silence then by the roaring engine and she soon had begun to feel anxious. Her anxiety increased as she heard people talking, though she couldn't make out what there were saying. The next thing she heard were footsteps, many of them. She squinted as the doors to the back of the van were swung open, revealing bright light. It confused her. She was taken when it was still dark in the night. While she knew she was knocked out for a while, she didn't think it was that long.

As her eyes focused, she made out four tall, masculinesilhouettes, clad in black uniforms. She was draggedunceremoniously out of the van and forced to stand had little time to register the view in front of her (it looked like a top secret base, swarming with people in the same black uniforms, and the S.H.I.E.L.D emblem plastered everywhere, she realized that the bright light came from the foot-ball stadium like lights surrounding the area) as her vision was still a little hazy, and she was quickly gagged and blindfolded. She couldn't even scream for help, though she was pretty sure the peoplearound here weren't in any rush to save her. She was soon shoved and forced to walk in the direction which the men were taking her. She kept tripping and the men kept on grabbing her upright and shoving her forward. Suddenly she felt hopeless and alone and she longed for the man she was trying to get away from before all this abducting bullshit happened. Cruel irony at its finest, she thought wistfully.

She heard the whizzing sound of automatic doors opening as shestill walked forward. She knew she was going inside that big building she saw earlier that looked like a top secret base. She heard many more of those automatic doors before she was abruptly stopped. She heard someone open a door and she was walked in. She was walked a few paces and then she felt herself being forcefully seated. The blindfold was taken off and she squinted in pain at bright fluorescent lights that filled and illuminated the room. The cloth was taken out of her mouth, but the men left the bindings on her, loosening its hold just a bit.

Her eyes, no longer blurry, focused as she observed the room. It was stark white. The only thing in it was the white chair she was sitting on, a white table in front of her, and another chair on the other side, also white. There was also a long, wide mirror on the side of the wall. Most likely one-way glass. There were no windows or air vent, just the door she had come through. The room probably had cameras set up somewhere. Typical interrogation room. She eyed the men carefully. They were all wearing the same thing—bulky, black uniforms withS.H.I.E.L.D. emblems on them. Guns were strapped on their backs, on their belts, and they held guns in their hands. All four men held the same serious and stoic expression on their faces as they each took the four corners of the rectangular white room. In spite of everything, she rolled her eyes at the situation. She felt like she was in a spy movie. The door was abruptly opened and in walked a pretty woman with short dark red hair, dressed in asnug black leather suit, guns strapping her belt. She was holding a file in her hand. She sat down on the seat across from her, placed the file on the table, and folded her hands together.

The woman in black just looked at her in silence. She just stared back at the woman in black trying her best to remain as expressionless as the gun-toting woman across from her. The silence was broken.

"Hello, my name is Natasha Romanoff. What is yours?" Her face still expressionless, but deadly at the same time.

"Shouldn't you know? You're the one abducting me." She replied not at all fazed, she never was when it came to intimidation.

The woman suddenly looked tired, or something close to it. "You're right." She said which surprised the tied up woman. She expected more of a fight.

She sighed and opened up the file in her hand.

"Let's see. Constance Marie Finnegan, 26 years old,pediatrician, residing in Manhattan, New York City. Excellenteducation, excellent job. Mother living, father deceased. Three siblings, all brothers. Various relatives all located throughoutScotland and Ireland….." She read aloud in a monotone voice, more to herself than to the tied up woman across from her. Her voice drifted down as she continued to read to herself. Connie wasn't really surprised that these people had her "file". She was pretty sure they had everybody's.

She closed the file and looked up at Connie.

"I would like to apologize for the hostility that these men hadshown towards you, you put up quite the fight." She said in that monotone voice of hers.

"Oh I'm sorry I should have just gone along for the ride. Did you expect me to just lay back and be taken towards some place in the middle of fucking nowhere?" Connie knew nothing but to resort to sarcasm when she was frustrated. It was the only thing that kept her from complete rage.

Natasha ignored the question.

"Do you know where you are?" Natasha inquired.

"Yes. S.H.I.E.L.D." Connie spat back.

Natasha just hummed at her response and somehow this made Connie even angrier.

"Can you just fucking explain to me, why I was beat up, bloodied, knocked out, tied up, dragged into a van against my will, and brought here!?" Connie all but yelled.

"Again I apologi—" She started in the monotone voice that irked Connie to no end.

"I don't care about your fucking apology!" She screeched, her eyes burning in anger. She saw Natasha's stoic face tense just a little and Connie knew that few people ever got that far with her without having their face caved.

Natasha relaxed. She was clearly tired with this beat around the bush questioning. She struck Connie as the type of woman to get to point, not unlike herself.

"I am well aware that you, along with billions of other people around the world, know of the attack on New York five years ago." Natasha pointed out.

Connie hesitantly nodded her head, afraid of where this was going, but then again, it wasn't as if they brought her here to be a part of a Febreze commercial.

"But no one really knows of the person who led the attack,except S.H.I.E.L.D and various wealthy Germans." She continued.

"I can tell you that he is tall, pale, long black hair, and...and…basically a god."

Connie eyes faltered and Natasha seized at it like a stalking lioness.

"Why are you telling me this?" Connie asked curtly, in an attempt to cover her mistake but it was too late.

"Because you know." Natasha said.

Her voice suddenly not so monotone, dipped down to a deadly pitch.

"Now tell us where he is."

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