This is my first fic, so please let me know what you think!
Set after Age of Ultron, eventual spoilers.
I didn't remember falling asleep. Come to think of it, I didn't remember waking up either. All I knew for certain was that I was locked in some sort of glass case. People were bustling around on the other side of my glass prison, all of them wearing pristine white lab coats. Scientists. My heart hammered in my chest, so loud that I wouldn't be surprised if every last person in the room could hear it. However, everyone continued on as if they were completely unaware that there was a living human being being kept prisoner in a giant glass box. A loud clang drew my attention as a metal door was thrown open, colliding with the wall behind it. Another scientist entered, but there was something different about this one. He was short, about 5'6, with thick black hair and square wire-rimmed glasses. He was naturally darker complected, though his features gave no clues as to his nationality. His dark brown eyes scanned over the room and for a second I was afraid that he would see that I was awake. However, his eyes passed right over me as if he were merely going through the daily motions. He reached into the pocket of his lab coat and brought out a small device, pressing a button and holding it near his mouth before speaking. The scientist scanned the room, analyzing everything that was happening and speaking rapidly into the voice recorder. The man then stepped off the small platform and onto the laboratory floor, inspecting things up close and continuing to record his voice notes. I froze when he neared me, hoping that he wouldn't look close enough to notice me. I closed my eyes as he approached, pretending to still be asleep.
"Of the four subjects in my care," I heard his voice ring out with a strong accent which I could not place, "two of them have survived the initial treatment.
My heart began hammering in my chest again. What this scientist just said implied that I had been experimented on. I felt like I was going to be sick. Suddenly, a beeping came from my fish bowl of a prison, and I could practically feel every lab tech's eyes land on me.
"She's awake," I could hear murmured throughout the lab. "Finally," a couple of them said. Tattle-tale, I thought angrily at my fish bowl. I snapped my eyes open and they landed on a man who looked to be locked in a glass prison cell, his hands pressed against the transparent wall and his pale blue eyes peeking out beneath his silver hair. A light-haired lab tech opened my fish bowl like it was a tanning bed, the pressure differences making an audible whoosh. Before I could process what was happening, I was being hauled up by my arms, and I panicked, kicking and thrashing with all of my might. The silver-haired man was slamming his fists against his cell, yelling at the techs that were manhandling me.
"Put her in Cell Two," I heard the dark-haired scientist say from behind me. I fought harder at that, there was no way in hell that I was going to go from one prison to another. I was actually doing pretty well until I felt a sharp pinch in my neck and a sickening cold spread throughout my body. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was the dark-haired scientist's superior, shit-eating grin.
I woke up to tight, sore muscles and a cold, hard floor. Sitting up, I found that I was in another glass box, this time big enough to be called a cell. I grumbled and attempted to rub the kinks out of my neck.
"Well, it looks like Sleeping Beauty has finally woken from her slumber," a thickly accented voice came from beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that it was Silver Boy who was speaking.
"Yeah, thanks for not trying to wake me with a kiss, Russia. I'd hate to have to hurt you." Silver Boy placed his hand over his heart and made a face like I had just personally offended him.
"Russia?" He asked, bewildered. "Russia? For your information, I am Sokovian."
"Hmm, never heard of it." I reached up to massage my temples, trying to rid myself of the headache that was forming. "So, Russia, do you know why we're here? What do they want with us?"
"I don't know." He dropped his head against the shared wall dividing our cells. "The last thing I remember is fighting Ultron- this crazy, genocidal robot- in Sokovia. I... I think I died."
"That makes no sense," I say, scooting closer to the wall. "You can't be alive if you died."
"I know," Russia said. "And please, stop calling me Russia. My name is Pietro."
"Okay, Pietro. Would calling you Sokovia get your little Russian underpants out of their twist?" At that, Pietro cracked a crooked half smile.
"Only if you tell me your name, grey eyes." I opened my mouth to tell him, but I came up with a blank.
"I- I don't remember," I said, exasperated. "All I've got is the letter R. Maybe... I think it's Raelynn."
"Okay, Sleeping Beauty. Let's bust out of here before Head Honcho gets back."
"How?" I asked. "We'll never outrun them. They probably have trucks and planes and- why are you smirking like that?"
"No reason," Pietro responded, still smirking deviously. "I just happen to know a way that we can outrun all of that."
Sorry it's on the short side, I just didn't know where else to end this. Please feel free to review with critiques and ideas. Let me know if I should continue.
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