AN: I am so glad that people enjoyed the first chapter. Over one hundred views, yeah! I would also like to send out a special thank-you to Faded Stripe, who sent me a very encouraging review. I will attempt to post a new chapter each week, but I give no promises because you never know what may come up. Anyway, in this chapter, we begin to learn just what shield did to Violet.
Disclaimer: I do not own shield, Hawkeye, black widow, or any of the avengers or characters in the Marvel universe. Only Violet is mine. Hands off!
I woke in the white room yet again, my head pounding. The table and chairs, and my backpack, had been taken. The only thing I found familiar were the clothes I was wearing. I was assuming I had been asleep for a few hours. Time didn't seem to be passing in the room. No clock, I didn't have a watch, and everything was bright, no sign of nighttime. Even if it was dark I couldn't sleep. Too much had happened. My hands automatically reached for the chain around my neck, a nervous habit I had developed. I pulled out the locket from where it was tucked into my shirt. The tarnished metal sat comfortably in my palm. I flicked open the clasp, revealing two pictures on the inside, one on each wing. The first picture was one of my Mom, a huge smile on her face, caught in the middle of a laugh. The picture had been taken on the day that she had taken me out of school early as a surprise, and we had gone to the state fair and ridden roller coasters all day. We had just gotten off of the bumper cars, we had shared a car, and I was such a terrible driver that I had bumped into every wall and other driver that had gotten in my way. She had been so relieved to get out of the car that she had started laughing like a maniac. That's when I took that picture, to keep the memory of us being perfectly happy. The other picture was of our house, and my Mom holding me as a baby in front of it. That was the day she had brought me home from the hospital, or so I believed. I always thought of that day as when our family began. I was an only child with no father to speak of. We had made a family with just us and the various animals I talked her into adopting. It wasn't much, but it was home. These pictures reminded me that I had a life and family outside these walls, one that was waiting for me to escape. At the very least I needed to hear, from my Mom's own lips, how she could have let this happen. Closing the locket with a snap, I tucked it back inside my shirt and stood up. I paced around the cell. I knew the only way to get out of here was to figure out how to open that door, and I couldn't figure that out without seeing someone else leave.
Gazing around the room, I yelled "Hey, unless you want your precious experiment to starve, I would suggest you get some food in here. I would do it myself, but you seem to want to keep me in this damn cell." Content that I made my point, I sat back down in a corner and waited. Not even 10 minutes later, or I guessed ten minutes, the door slid open and a woman slipped in, carrying a tray. She sat cross-legged on the floor in front of me, and set the tray between us. I hadn't been entirely lying when I said I was hungry, and the sight of food made me ravenous. There was a glass of water, some cut vegetables, and a ham sandwich. Basic food, but I tucked in anyway, very hungry considering I had no idea how long it had been since I last ate. As I munched on the sandwich, I studied the woman in front of me. She had vibrant red hair, pale skin, haunting eyes that were cold and calculating, and a curvy body dressed in a black catsuit. She seemed poised to attack, even when she was sitting. She was beautiful. I envied her curves, never liking my body. I was too skinny, kind of flat, very pale, and my hair had always been too limp to be pretty and too thick to hold a curl. The only thing I liked about myself were my eyes. They had always been my most attractive feature. A bright, vibrant green that always seemed to twinkle with mischief and humor.
"What's your name?" I asked the woman. She didn't look at me as she spoke.
"Agent Romanoff". She replied in a monotone voice.
I smiled slightly."That's kind of funny. I met a man earlier with the same first name, Agent." Sure,I was being a little sarcastic, but I was done with my food and dead bored.
For a moment I thought I saw a smile flit across Agent's face. "Natasha. My real first name is Natasha." I let a small smirk creep onto my face.
"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" I replied. She threw me a look that could have frozen a volcano. I pushed past it."Well, you probably already know this, but my name is Violet, though my friends call me Vi."
She continued staring across the room. "I'm not your friend." Natasha said, and I wasn't surprised.
"I wouldn't want you to be. Who would want to be friends with their kidnappers and potential killers?"
She stared at me intsntly as I said this. "I'm not going to kill you, and neither is anyone else here, so long as you do as you're told. Follow the rules, obey Director Fury, put up with a little poking and prodding in the lab, and you'll be just fine." She said all this with cool disinterest. I did my best to hide my growing anger. Natasha, apparently done speaking, picked up the dishes and walked to the door. She tapped a panel on the wall and it slid open. She typed in something I couldn't see, and the door swished open.
As soon as the door closed behind her, I screeched "No way in hell am I staying here!". I stood quickly, walking over to the wall. I tapped the same panel, and it slid open. Inside was a touchscreen keypad. It blinked, indicating I needed to enter the code within 90 seconds, or security would be notified. Smiling, I kneeled down, angling my head so the light would reflect off the panel. I was counting on the natural oils in Natasha's fingers to have left residue. Using the light, I could see the residue on the screen. There was a series of numbers and letters she had tapped. I considered it in my head. The first part was easy to figure out, it was her last name. The tricky part would be figuring out the series of numbers. There was 7, 4, 2, 0, and 5. All I could do was guess. Holding my breath and holding my locket chain, I tapped in 02457. The second I pressed enter, I waited for an alarm to go off.
It didn't.
The door slid open into a white hallway, and it forked to the left and right in front of me. I paused a moment. I heard voices coming from the right hallway, so I went down the left one. I stepped as silently as I could, checking behind me now and then to make sure no one had spotted me. The walls next to me were lined with doors, and I could hear muffled chatter from inside them. I waited until I reached a door where there was no noise inside, and I pushed against it slightly. The door suddenly slid open, and a tall man stepped out. He was wearing a white shirt and khakis. His shirt had some sort of icon on it, but my attention was on his face. He had perfect skin, shining blue eyes,and short dirty blonde hair. He was gorgeous. I instantly chastised myself for getting distracted by his pretty face and not running away.
"Are you alright Miss?" He asked, and it was enough to shock me out of my stupor. I ran. I had no clue where I was going, just that I had to get out. I heard running behind me, and glanced back to see the man running after me, gaining fast. I put everything I had into sprinting, I saw faces fly past me, but I didn't care. I saw a flash of light coming up, and a window appeared to my left. I paused and looked out, then froze in horror. I was at least thirty floors up, and how the hell did I get from Virginia to New York?! Horrified, I didn't notice the man catch up to me, too lost in my thoughts to care or try getting away. He came up behind me, and grabbed my atm roughly. "Miss, I don't know who you are, but I will have to ask you to leave. This is a secure area."
My head snapped back. "So, I need to be escorted out?" I asked, realising this was exactly what I needed. He nodded, and I followed his lead for about ten seconds before a voice sounded behind me. An uninvitingly familiar voice.
"Captain, stop that girl" Director Fury called. I spun around, and he was quickly walking toward me and the pretty man, Captain. I raised my hands into a basic defensive pose. They weren't getting me back in that cell without a fight.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed, and suddenly a wave of blue flew from my body, knocking Director Fury and Captain to the floor. I fell to the floor as well, but not from the energy. I couldn't process what was going on. "What did you do to me?" I whispered before the world faded around me.
So have you figured out what SHIELD did to Violet yet? Sorry for leaving it on a cliffhanger, again. Please send me reviews or PM messages about what you think and/or any ideas you may have for upcoming chapters. I welcome helpful criticism as well.
