Authors Notes: Hey guys, just a little warning here. There will be some bad language, blood and gore used in this story, so if you are easily offended or grossed out, I advise you stop reading. I don't own the Avengers, only my OC characters.
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Chapter 1:
Her long, auburn, curly hair fell in dirty strangled waves down her face and shoulders. Her head was slumped forwards, hiding her face from her captors. She smirked at how easy it was for them to play into her hands. Don't the idiots know that you should never tell your 'prisoner' your plans? She thought smugly.
As you can probably tell, Flynn planned on getting captured. She couldn't get the information she needed from snooping around and hacking into their technology. Their technology only consisted of meagre, low priced things. S.H.I.E.L.D managed to take down most of Hydra but Flynn only found out that some of Hydra managed to escape as they were tailing her.
Her hair being yanked from behind made her focus on the man in front of her. "Are you listening to me, young lady?" He asked with a silky voice. His face, framed by mousy brown hair, was angular and pale. His eyes were a poisonous green and, unknowingly to him, sent shivers down her spine.
As her body was pulled in an unfamiliar position, pain lanced from her injuries, created by poison eyes himself. She doesn't have many injuries, only a few burns and cuts, but she knew she was about to get more. He yanked one last time before he walked to the table where an astounding array of weapons laid; some already have blood on them, dry and wet. Her blood. He picked up a whip and walked back over to where she was attached to the ceiling by her wrists.
"See, I've heard quite a lot about you Flynn. You kept popping up on my radar, killed my men, and disappeared again and it started to annoy me quite a bit." He stepped behind her and she heard the whistling of the whip flying through the wind before the blinding pain spread from her back. "However, I've got to admit; you do have talent, a talent that I want on my side, so that I can use it whenever I please."
"I will never serve you!" Flynn growled, kicking out with her leg. She felt it connect with his shin and she heard a muffled curse before she heard the familiar sound of whistling before the pain radiated from her back. He was about to strike again, when a static sound came from Baldacci's pocket.
"We've got them all, sir. They are locked up in their designated cell waiting for you," came the voice from Baldacci's walky-talky.
"Good. I'll be right there." He replied. Turning to the guards in the room he spoke, "Untie her and follow me when you are finished, ok?" The guard nodded and Stephan walked to the door, turned round and added "Don't be too gentle." With a wink he disappeared from Flynn's sight. The noise of the door banging close echoed throughout the room.
She turned her head to face the guard. He had a malicious glint in his eyes as he walked slowly towards her.
Avengers POV
"How the hell did this happen," Stark deadpanned. "We're the fucking Avengers!"
Steve sighed, "We've been through this a hundred times Stark. Just because we're the Avengers doesn't mean we're invincible!" Stark went to reply with a snarky comment but Natasha silenced him with her signature cold glare. They've been stuck in a concrete room with metal shackles around their wrists connecting them to the ceiling for what seemed like days, all wondering how they could have been captured. Bruce was breathing heavily; for some reason he can't get the 'other guy' out and everyone was giving subtle looks of concern and worry. Clint on the other hand was trying to nurse his aching head; he had been knocked out when they were placed in this cell. He had managed to get his blindfold off on the way to the cell so the knocked him on the head.
Stark was basically dying of boredom, he had never been this still for this period of time and it was annoying everyone due to him not shutting up and moaning constantly. But what his friends didn't know is that he moaned because he didn't want to let them know how scared he actually was. He was about to moan again when the cell door swung open and banged loudly on the wall, making Clint flinch with such a sudden noise.
A small, mousy brown hair man came in through the recently opened door in a pristine black suit and green tie with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, well," he chuckled heartily, "I never thought that I would capture all of the Avengers so easily. And you call yourselves super heroes?" He laughed and walked to the far table where a bunch of torment inducing instruments lay. He picked up a lethal looking knife and wielded it like he had been trained for all his life, twirling it around his hands. "Well, saying that, nothing is hard for me. As you can see," he gestured around the cell and to their shackles, "I've got all the resources in order to do this. No one can find you; you're on your own." He walked over to the Avengers and stood in front of them, "So, my name is Stephan Baldacci and you, my friends are going to be my lab rats."
"I am afraid you are under some delusion, I am not your friend you-" said Tony snarky and finished his statement with a few carefully chosen colourful words.
Baldacci just ignored him and walked to Steve. "See, you inspired me to create something new."
"How the hell did I inspire you?" replied Steve, angry.
"Well, you were a meagre, tiny and, I'm sorry to say it, a waste of space before you had the super soldier serum. I started thinking, if a serum could change you from something so insignificant to a so called "hero"" he said, casting metaphorical speech marks around hero, "then I could create a serum that would fit my needs. And low and behold, I did."
"Then why do you need us?" said Natasha. "If you have managed to recreate the serum, why would you give it to us? We would never work with you." She didn't want to talk, as she and Clint had been taught that it is a weakness, but she was confused.
Stephan Baldacci laughed with gusto. "That, my dear assassin, is where you are wrong, I have not recreated the super soldier serum, dare say, I don't want to. Much more trouble than it's worth if I do say so myself. " He was about to say more but was interrupted by the cell door creaking open.
In stepped a guard with a beaten up girl. Her face was hidden by her auburn wavy hair but you could tell she was in pain: her stance and rigidness gave her away. The guard though, wasn't unscathed. He was sporting a broken, bleeding nose and walking with a rigidness that suggests he's been hit in a carefully chosen place. Baldacci's face split into a wide grin when he saw her.
"Ah, there you are. I was wondering what was taking you so long. No problems, I hope?" He said, directing his last question to the guard.
"Nothing I couldn't handle, sir." He replied with a grimace.
"Good." The guard dragged the girl to the side of the room and started to tie her wrists to the shackles hanging from the ceiling. "Well, my friends, I will let you get acquainted with your new cell mate." With a clap he walked out of the room.
The avengers were shocked at the state of the girl. Her lean figure was barely covered with her tattered clothes, blood was soaked through and there were many cuts in the fabric. By the looks of thing, she was unconscious; they had yet to get a glimpse of her face.
The guard finished off tying her to the ceiling and left.
Once he had left, her head snapped up and took in her surroundings, smirking at the expressions on the avengers face.
She was beautiful. She had cold calculating blue eyes and her face as a love-heart shape. Her hair, thought dirty, framed her face wonderfully and reached her mid-back.
"Well, I didn't think I would see the Avengers here." She said, sneering the word avengers. She chuckled and looked up to the shackles, quirking an eyebrow and tilting her head.
"Ma'am, are you ok?" asked Steve Rodgers. He was looking at her with concern, due to her scruffy attire.
"I will be when I get out of here. Did Baldacci say anything to you?"
Natasha replied, "He told us that he has created a new serum, similar to the super solider serum."
"Shit." Flynn pulled on her shackles. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I thought the guard was joking." She shook her head and started biting on her lower lip. This was a lot more serious then she thought.
"What is the serum? What do you-" Steve was cut off when a guard, the same one that escorted Flynn into the room, came into the room and punched Flynn in the stomach, knocking the breath out of her. Shouts of protest could be heard from her inmates.
"Where is it?" He guard whispered menacingly into her ear.
"I don't know what you mean." She replied airily, smirking at the guard's distress. He punched her again, this time on her face. Her head went reeling to the side, her vision blurry.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" shouted Clint. But the guard ignored him.
"Where the hell is my phone?" Flynn's smirk only got wider.
"Oh, you mean the phone." She laughed. "Check the front pocket. I'm really sorry, I thought it was mine." She carried on, sarcastically.
He roughly checked, and grunted when he found it, however when he made a move to turn around and walk out, her legs circled around his neck in a chock grip, not allowing him to get a breath. His hands clawed and her legs but her grip didn't falter. Just as the guard was about to fall unconscious, she moved her legs putting one foot hooked around the front of his face and the other behind and snapped his neck. She dropped him and picked the keys up that fell on the floor with her feet and, using her upper body strength, lifter her bottom half high enough so that her hands could grab the keys.
She managed to grab the keys and started unlocking her shackles, oblivious to the sounds of shock from the Avengers. After a few difficult seconds, she heard the familiar click and her shackles loosened enough for her to drop to the floor. She rubbed her wrists and readjusted her top making herself more appropriate. When she felt she looked decent she turned her icy gaze onto the guard and kicked him in the stomach before bending down and checking his pulse. Finding none, she let a small smirk grace her lips before looking at the Avengers.
"What the actual fuck," exclaimed a shocked Stark.