The next hours are a blur of yelling and rough grips. Serenity suddenly finds herself locked in a room in a giant tower belonging to the infuriating drunk man. She hisses as the door hisses shut. The disembodied voice is silent. She stalks around the room, pacing angrily. She feels like a monster within a cage, which is not a good combination. Serenity's lips remained pulled back in a small snarl as she paces more, cuffs made by a man with a goatee and an infuriating sense of arrogance snapped around her ankles. It blocks her magick - each time she tries to use it the iron within it will be pushed out and burn her. She doesn't care how they work - they're more useful than the ones that would shock her. Being burned by iron is agony, worse than nearly all torture she's gone through.

She, with shaking limbs, starts to throw the things she can. Glass shatters, book pages are ruined. She ignores the burning in her feet as she steps into the glass, reaching for more valuables. She jerks at the noise of the door opening, turning with a silent snarl as men in black suits step through the door, guns aimed right for her. She releases the largest shard of glass, knowing it's not wise to go against them in this shape.

Sudden clicking and shrieking makes the men turn, only for them to be shot by bright blue lazer-like 'bullets'. Serenity leaps backwards, her back crashing into the wall. Monsters round into her sight. They're tall - nearly eight feet tall. Panic makes her heart race dangerously fast. They shriek, racing towards her. Armor covers the sides of their neck. She hisses, dropping to the ground and rolling under them. Rising with trembling limbs, she runs. Her calves burn and sting. They carry her as fast as they can. She stumbles and falls. She picks her self up, her mask ties loosening underneath the top half of her hair. She races up the stairs, hearing the monsters chasing her.

She growls in raw anger. She wishes her useless body could use her magick, but she doesn't want to be burned. If the iron touches a vein, she could die. She keeps running, her body starting to slow. She branches off, stumbling into a room and shutting the door. Her eyes flick across the room before she lethargically drops to the floor, crawling underneath the bed. She shakes from adrenaline and terror as the door slams to the ground. Her heart jumps in her throat. The monsters flood the room. She bites down on her inner cheek, blood prickling into her mouth. She presses her masked cheek against the floor. The monsters tear the room apart, but never think to look under the bed. Heart beating in her ears, she gulps.

She blinks slowly.

Her body acts as if it's controlled by another person as she slides from under the bed and runs from the room. The monsters left behind shriek and click, but by the time they leave she's already up the stairs onto the other floor. She runs like her life depends on it - because it does. Her legs start to sting, her vision growing tunneled. Serenity doesn't stop. She can't stop. Her breaths fill the halls, gasping pants nearly echoing. The tower floors are getting ruined by her by her still bare feet. She refused to take anything, figuring anything would have trackers in them for when she managed to escape.

She stumbles into a room, falling onto her side.

She rolls over onto her back, keeping her arms out at her sides. She keeps her eyes open, looking back and forth across the ceiling. Her pulse hammers in her ears. her heart stuck in her throat. After a few minutes she finally has the strength to rise. She clumsily staggers onto a pristine white couch, earning a disgusted sound from halfway across the room. She doesn't bother to look up, already feeling the familiar pressure of magick against hers. She instantly slams wall around her mind. Though her body is exhausted, mentally she is still as strong as before she was taken by HYDRA. Or, at least, close to it.

The pressure builds, but she remains strong against it. She barely hears the clicking at it returns. She shifts her eyes to the doorway, barely able to look over the arm of the couch. She hears a voice - cold, stern, deep, sounding like honey - tell them something that only registers as muffles garbles. She blinks slowly, still fighting against the pressure forming a migraine that burns behind her eyes. She hisses at the pain, grinding her teeth. Her hands twitch as it suddenly doubles in pressure. It feels like her head is being beaten with a brick. She shuts her eyes tightly, pressing the pain back as far as she can.

Subconsciously, she starts to weave her magick within herself to ease the pressure. She nearly screams as the iron starts to burn her. She breathes out sharply, trying to stop the flow of her magick. The smell of burning flash wafts her her nose, sickeningly sweet. She breathes through her nose, hands clenching as she stops using the magick forcefully. The pressure builds yet again, but it's better than the burning that still tremors through her ankles. Her heart picks up pace, and she worries if any got in her blood. If so... She opens her glazed, turquoise eyes, seeing familiar eyes glaring down at her. She glares right back, but notices how there is bright, electric blue spotted in his eyes that she didn't see before.

Instantly, her mind slams more walls down, the pressure being thrown from her mind as panic starts to take over. She rolls away, thudding against the ground harshly. The man in odd, leather armor steps around the couch. She surveys him carefully, eyes narrowed. He's wearing plates of leather armor with a green cape, green and gold accents with some silver. He smirks down at her as she struggles to rise. He raises his hand and disappears. Instinctively, she lets magic pour from her and into the room. She lowers herself down into a defensive position, finger tips touching the floor as a spiderweb of her magic flows through the building.

There.

She whirls, blocking a blow from the raven-haired man. He glares at her, his hair slightly disheveled. "You mewling quim." He snarls, aiming another hit with his golden, curved scepter. She backs away, ignoring how her legs are shaking from the agony of the burning in her ankles. The iron is merciless as it makes her skin bubble is giant blisters. She heaves in a breath, dodging another blow. He pauses, throwing her a cruel smirk that makes her heart begin to race, though she keeps a mask on her face, keeping her looking emotionless. He raises the scepter, gripping her arm harshly. Even as she tugs it, his grip doesn't loosen.

"You have heart." He says, touching the sharpest tip of the scepter over her heart.

She hisses, fighting against the magick pouring into her. She lets out an agonized gasp, trembling onto her knees. Her head swims, her vision tinting blinding blue. She blinks, before gritting her teeth. Knowing she's weakening, she forces memories to rise to her mind that always makes her magick react. He kissed her deeply, lovingly, before saying 'I'll never tell anyone.' He betrayed her. She was forced into the cell. Hurt. Torture. Wails. Blood, so much blood. Tears mix with crimson. She shuts her eyes, brows furrowing as her head tilts back. A scream echos in the room as the magick is torn from her.

Screaming, she collapses to the cold floor, eyes barely open.

The man above her looks at her speechlessly before scowling. His head turns to the side and a victorious smirk crosses his features. "I'll deal with you at a later time, Mortal." He snarls, sneering down at her. She can't catch her breath as she struggles to glare at him. The scream dies in her throat. Her body convulses, the magick retreating within her. Her eyes stay open as she watches the stranger go to the middle of the room, before going out of a side door, outside onto a looping patio. He stands for a few minutes before smiling to himself haughtily, walking back inside while looking up and over his shoulder.

Her brows lift slightly in surprise as the man with the goatee steps into the room from an upper patio area. He's the one that put the clamps around her ankles. Anger ignites within her. She can't register their words, but sees him gesture to her from behind a bar while pouring himself a drink. He puts bracelets on, making her eyes narrow in suspicion. Serenity stays still, unable to move from sheer exhaustion. She can't even move her eyelids to cover her eyes, to try and rest. But, that would leave her mental defenses down. Her eyes flicker back to the pair as the raven-haired man throws the other out of the window. He turns towards her, smirking. He whips his head around as a red block flies from the wall and outside. Scowling, he returns to the window and looks down, he looks back at her only to face forward yet again in shock as a metal suit flies, and hovers, in front of the window. The words are a blur.

He flies back, crashing against the ground with a cry of anger. The man rises, only for the one in the metal suit to disappear. She blinks slowly, trying to regain her senses. Letting magic flood through her and strengthen her, she manages to rise onto her hands and knees, using a couch to help her stand. She jerks when a green blur passes her. She watches at the green giant begins throwing the man against the floor like a ragdoll. He pauses, the man hanging upside down, before doing it a few times more. He drops him on the ground, his arms covering his stomach. He lets out an airy groan as the green giant stalks away.

"Puny god." he growls, his brown eyes snapping to Serenity's. Recognition floods his features and he seems to grow. She bares her teeth, the burning of her own flesh making bile crawl up her throat. He reaches her, glaring down at her. She tilts her chin up, staring directly at him. She feels the gaze of the raven-haired man but ignores it. The green giant smirks darkly, gripping her waist and lifting her. Instantly, her magick forms as she wishes. Her teeth strengthen and lengthen into the strength of her magick. She bends, biting down harshly on his hand. He roars, blood dripping down his wrist. He flings her into the wall, earning a small mewl of pain to cross her lips. Her walls crack, but remain strong.

The beast disappears outside, flying through the window.

She crumbles to the floor, panting. She spits the blood from her mouth. The emerald-gazed magick-weilder crawls up the stairs. She watches as the readhead, giant blond, green beast, man in the metal suit and an archer approach him from behind. The giant blond turns his head, watching her. She rolls onto her back. She hears the man talk, then silence ensues. The group approaches her, the rough-looking blond gripping the magick-weilder. The green beast grips her, his palm on her back so there's no way she can bite him. Her magick recedes, building up the walls.

Several hours later, she's wearing iron bracelets, anklets, and an iron collar strapped tightly around her neck. The torturous pieces are complete with an iron muzzle, making it impossible to move her jaw. Her arms are in a straight jacket of strong material. She hisses, pulling against the pull of the man who wore the American flag suit while fighting. He grips her more gently than the others did, which is a relief. She stops struggling when he makes it to a half circle of all of the people that defeated the green-eyes magick-weilder. The long haired blond, well-muscled, man is still holding onto the magick-weilder, though he's wearing some sort of muzzle too. She nods to him, slightly out of respect.

He blinks, before slightly inclining his head, keeping his eyes on hers. No one else notices.

He grips onto an odd device and twists it, a flash of blinding light taking him away.