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Steve followed Director Fury into the plane warily, still uneasy about the technology in this time. Really, had so many things improved this much?
Director Fury threw Steve a file, and he hastily caught it.
"We're making a quick stop before heading to the helicarrier." Fury spoke, voice stern as always.
"Quick stop?" Steve asked, wondering what a helicarrier was.
"To Greece. I have someone to pick up, and we'll need you on this one Captain. Personally, I didn't want to ask her, but considering the situation, we'll need all the help we can get. Read the file."
Fury headed to the pilot's seat to ensure everything was ready for take off, leaving a slightly confused Steve to read the file alone.
Avery shuffled to the kitchen area, stretching tiredly. She had spent the night before baking, intending to bring them to sell to the nearby bakery today, and went to bed later then usual.
Yawning, she poured herself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker. Taking a sip and sighing happily, she settled herself on a tiny sofa, and switched the TV on.
Being on the run meant she couldn't afford much luxuries, and hence the reason for the tiny apartment.
Her living room, bedroom and kitchen were all at the same area, but she didn't mind, liking the small coziness of it.
She leaned back into her sofa and took another sip of coffee, savoring it's taste. Settling on watching morning cartoons, she decided she had one or two more months before she would pack up, leave, and find another place to stay.
Hm, where should she go this time? Spain? Germany? Perhaps Amsterdam…
The doorbell rang, halting her thoughts.
Brow furrowed, she sat her mug down on the small coffee table, and padded to the door.
Thinking it might be the nice old lady who sometimes gave her apples; she opened the door with a smile.
The smile instantly dropped as soon as she saw who was outside.
Well.
Instead of an old lady, a tall, imposing man stood outside. He wore all black, from the trench coat to the pants to the black eye patch on his left eye. Everything about him screamed intimidating, from the clothes to the eye patch to the way he was looking at her right now.
Avery was certain this was not the nice old lady who gave her free apples.
"Miss Avery?" The man had spoken with an American accent.
"Yes?" Avery answered hesitantly.
The man cleared his throat before speaking.
"My name is Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, I-"
Avery had not given the man, Nick Fury, a chance to finish his sentence before slamming the door in his face.
S.H.I.E.L.D. S.H.I.E.L.D. S.H.I.E.L.D.
Where had she heard that name before? Where? S.H.I.E.L.D…
Avery let out a gasp; ignoring the firm knocks against the door she was leaning against.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
She had heard some of the people in that place talk about them before.
That place.
The place where she was once tortured before. Treated like a science experiment everyday. Torturing her, testing her limits everyday.
If S.H.I.E.L.D was anything like that place…
No.
No, no, no. She was not taking her chances.
She moved from the door quickly, and shoved the coffee table against the door, knowing that it will do little if they decided to smash the door down, but hoping that it will at least slow them down.
Grabbing her emergency bag that she had packed in case of situations like these, she quickly double-checked her items.
Wallet. Untraceable phone. Passport. Cash. A few days' clothes. Her little trinkets.
Ensuring everything was in it, she quickly zipped up the bag.
Ignoring the pounding on her door, she looked around quickly for an escape, having no doubt that soon they will be smashing the door down.
The door was out, for obvious reasons.
Balcony was out as well, they would have surrounded it below.
That left the bathroom window.
Hurrying, she made her way to the bathroom and locked the door, hoping it will buy her more time.
Quickly opening the window, she peered down, estimating the jump and looking for agents.
Seeing no one and quietly celebrating the fact that she had bought the apartment on the first floor, she steadied herself to jump.
One.
Two.
Three.
Just as she jumped down, she heard her front door smashing down.
Landing in the dark alley, she quickly started running, mind already making plans for where she was going to stay next.
She would have to dye her hair to another colour, get some coloured contacts, maybe some glasses…
Before she could run any further, she was tackled by someone.
Grunting, she started to fight the figure, trying to push the person off her.
"Ma'm-" Another American accent.
"Let me go!" She shrieked, trying to throw the person off.
The person however, must be made of stone because he -she deduced it was a he from his voice- refused to let her go, struggling to keep her down.
"Ma'm, please! Stop fighting, we won't hurt you-"
She snorted mentally.
Did they think she was stupid?
"Let me go! I'm not dumb, and I refuse to be a science experiment again! I won't go through that again, let me go, let me go!" Avery re-doubled her efforts, and managed to get a punch in. Hearing more footsteps heading their way, she struggled harder.
The man grunted from the punch, but still kept a tight hold on her.
The man continued to try to persuade her, but she continued fighting him, panicking at the sound of fast approaching footsteps.
Then there was a jab in her arms, and her mind started growing hazy.
The last thing she remembered was a pair of sincere bright blue eyes staring down at her before she blacked out.
A/N: New Avengers story, mhmm. Cause Steve needs some lovin'. Love this story, was lots of fun writing this! Review and tell me what you think! x