It had been days since I had seen the beautiful rays of sunshine; felt the warmth of it hit my skin, seen a human being face to face. The details of my kidnapping were still foggy, I remembered being with my childhood friend, Harry Osborne, enjoying ourselves in the luxurious city known as New York. It had been between 5th and 6th Avenue that a large van pulled in front of us and snatched us up.

My thoughts raced to so many people, was Harry okay? Is my family okay? What about my classes? Damn it, I only had finals left and now who knows what's going to happen. As my mind continued to run before me with possible worse case scenarios, the lights of the room flickered on. It felt blinding, the fluorescent lights against the snow white walls made the room appear brighter than it was. In came a couple of men, one was wearing a lab coat, common for a doctor, and the other a sleek black business suit. Two more men stood at the door, holding guns. My eyes darted between all of them before finally speaking in a raspy voice, "Where am I?"

They looked almost surprised I spoke, as they turned, I got a better look at them. The man in the suit was slightly taller than the doctor, an even skin tone (not too dark but not too pale), darker blonde hair, and glasses. He smiled at me, it was a dastardly smile, and slowly walked over, "Well Miss (y/l/n). You're at Oscorp. We're here to help you."

I slowly attempted at sitting up, before being caught by the cuffs on my wrist. I released a sigh, before realizing his hand was rubbing against my cheek. It was cold, not very welcoming, it made me want to curl against his touch. "My name is Daniel Whitehall, and these next few hours may make you hate me, but in the end you'll forgive me."

After unlocking the cuffs, with a nod from his head, the two men came over to me and viscously pulled me up. I was wobbly, I could barely keep my head up from the lack of energy flowing through my body. They carried me through more hallways, and through more doors than I could count. Was I really in Oscorp? If so, where's Harry? Why would he be doing this?

Finally, I was brought through two singing doors, and into what looked like an..operation room. I was strapped down to a bed, and in walked Daniel Whitehall and a doctor. Machines were switched on, my shirt arms rolled up, and an oxygen mask was slipped over my mouth.

"Hopefully your body doesn't have the same reaction as Osborne's did."

It was a normal day in the Stark Tower, Tony and Bruce were working in the (Hulk proof) lab. It was just another average day, monitoring anomalies, looking over genetic and radiant quantities sent from the big man on top, Agent Coulson. It was a rather quiet day, actually, and Tony felt like he was going to fall asleep on Bruce soon. Jarvis, chimed in,

"Sir, we are detecting large amounts of radiation coming in from 54th Avenue."

Tony perked up, immediately standing and thumping his pen against his hand, "Fantastic! What kind? Isn't that Oscorp Tower?"

"Gamma, sir. And yes. "

Tony and Bruce locked eyes, the fact that someone else is playing with Gamma radiation hits Bruce pretty hard, Tony take a sharp breath, and nods, "Assemble the team in the hanger in less than 3 minutes. Oscorp playing with that shit is no good."

Natasha and Clint were sparring when the alert came through, the details made Natasha question the obscure occurrence. It was going to be her first action since the whole Winter Soldier ordeal, and for it to have a deep connection to the Green Guy makes it not so fun. Clint, assessing Natasha's facial reaction, rubbed her on her shoulder, "Let's suit up. Sounds serious."

They all met in the hanger, Natasha and Clint were, of course, the pilots, and Steve, Bruce, Tony, and Thor were going over the details. Tony was hacking into the video surveillance, and stopped at a clip, "Looks like they brought in Little Osborne and a girl three days ago. Either one hasn't been seen since. Dropped off in the back from public view."

Tony then went into the classified cameras, and stopped himself at a clip of young Harry Osborne being..well worked on. Bruce stood up, toying with his hands, "They're injecting his body with Gamma radiation," he observed, the other listening inventively, almost disgusted by what they were seeing. Harry's body was rejecting it, his skin transforming, before finally the camera went out. Steve was the first to speak, "Is there a chance he's still alive?" he questioned. Bruce nodded, "There's a chance, but.. They're doing it again, whatever they didn't succeed doing with him, they'll accomplish with her."

Natasha's voice was heard over the com, "Well let's hurry up and find her."

The pain was un-real. My body lurched, I wanted to scream, but then nothing would come out. No cries, nothing. Daniel Whitehall kept his eyes on me the whole time, and as my body filled with this pain, it filled with hatred too. It was Gamma radiation, strong and powerful. My mind could only focus on that.

Consciousness was hard to keep up, everything started to turn blurry. I could see a commotion, Whitehall was arguing with his guards, before reluctantly leaving the room. I could see the injection was almost empty, and I could feel my heart beat slow.

I didn't realize someone even grabbed me.