Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Marvel. I just own Bonnie and the plot.
Bonnie Locke was in trouble.
She shouldn't be, she was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Although, maybe that was the recipe of disaster. God knows that her father's involvement with the agency was what led to his and her mother's untimely demise.
But then again, she never remembered being in this much trouble before.
There was that time in Bogota, Columbia with the arms dealers that had a bit of a fetish with ripping people open, still alive. She still had a nasty scar from her hip all the way up her collar bone, curled and twisted around her faint abs and curving around the inside of her left breast.
Then there was the time she nearly froze to death in a Siberian winter, tracking down a man who dabbled in a little bit of everything the black market had to offer. S.H.I.E.L.D. was worried about the vials of liquid bioterrorism, she was worried about the kids being transported to the sex slaved market.
That one time Clint bet her that she couldn't walk on a tight rope. He was right. Thankfully, he was also right below her, which made for a slightly comfortable landing. (Clint did began training her on balance after that.)
Bonnie would also count that time that Tony Stark nearly took her eye out when she went to surprise him in his workshop once. Ever since then, she had to be invited in by Stark himself. Bonnie didn't argue.
Not to mention just a year ago, Steve Rogers was on the war path after Bonnie had meticulously placed silly string canister throughout his new apartment in D.C. Thankfully, once he discovered it was her, Captain Rogers just rolled his eyes and walked away. He did seem to have a sort of soft spot for her.
Just a few hours ago, Bonnie was getting beaten half to death once again.
None of those were compared to what was going on now. Bonnie, beaten and broken from hours before, was completely lost.
On top of that, she had a good feeling that she wasn't exactly in Kansas anymore.
Bonnie was in deep trouble.