A/N: I know this is two days after Saturday and that this is late again, and I'm sorry. We've been moving house! Today, we've arrived and everyone else is busy so I have time to upload this.

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Being incapacitated in a strange, blue, alien thing was probably the least frustrating thing about this ordeal. She had been tied up, chained, and fastened on many occasions. No, the worst thing was that neither she nor anyone else could do anything to help the girl or get out of the situation in general. And so they watched helplessly as the man used his scepter on her. Well, perhaps not so helplessly, as Tony had been swearing colorfully (his idea of stalling). That was, until the chair came flying out of nowhere.

For Romanoff, it was not as much of a surprise as for the others. She had noticed the chair being slowly raised – it was hard for her to miss – and had thus concluded Elizabeth's motives. She was relieved when she saw the chair come flying. It wasn't the most classy thing to do, but it did the job.


Rubbing the back of my sore head, I walk towards where they are, disarming the field as I go. The look on Tony's face is priceless, and I would love to take a snapshot. But even I have common sense. "So... what now?" I ask, standing in front of the semi-circle they form.

"We've got to disarm the restraints," Rogers says, trying hard to resume his position of command. He looks a bit disturbed, to say the least. I stoop down to examine the cuffs that surround his legs. An eerie blue glow emanates from two gold rings on either side, sort of looking like plasma. I extend my finger to poke it and immediately withdraw it with a yelp, having fried my finger.

"Don't you know the first rule is 'don't touch alien objects'?" Barton asks, exasperated.

"I thought it was 'don't ask questions'," I mumble, sucking my finger absentmindedly. I peer at the strange device again. The blue light looks creepy. But more importantly, it looks vaguely familiar. I rack my brains to find where I've seen it before. Sure, I've looked through all the CCTV footage of Loki's invasion, but this is more personal than that. I can't believe I can't remember it. I have perfect memory in most cases. Perhaps it's just a déjà-vu, I comfort myself.

"Communication devices aren't working, sir," Romanoff says, having already made her own plan, checked it, and reported it to us.

"We need to get communication to outside this room. Turner, go and retrieve Hill," Fury orders me.

"I would, sir, but the further the distance, the less control I have over the field. It might completely disappear in the meantime. And I wouldn't want to leave you defenseless with this madman."

"We can defend ourselves. Now, go." I highly doubt what he says. They couldn't do anything when the man was trying to brainwash Barton. I glance at the man slumped next to the wall. The chair is lying forlorn on top of him and a trickle of blood runs down his forehead. Personally, I'd like him alive - one less tally on my murder list - but I know that's selfish of me. It'd be better for everyone if he were dead. But since when has wanting someone alive been a selfish thing? I rub my temples. Now is not the time for philosophical questions. The important thing is that he's unconscious.

"Yes, sir," I finally say. He stares at me sternly. They must have interpreted my silence as a rebellion. I better get going soon. "Where should I - " I begin to say before I have the breath knocked out of me.

And then, I'm flying again in midair. I regain my senses enough to reinstate the field to protect them. A second blue light hits that wall and disperses in a dozen directions. I crash into a table, hard. Stupid S.H.I.E.L.D., with their metal furniture. Fighting my protesting nerves, I push myself up to see another ray coming towards me. I roll off the table, barely avoiding the second blast. I push the table towards him with my powers, hoping he'll be knocked out again. He easily avoids it by stepping aside. But Captain America's shield has fallen off the table. Quickly grabbing it, I swing my body and with the momentum, throw it towards him, just like I've seen Rogers do. It flies for a moment and then lands a mere couple feet away from me. My goodness. Does it have to be this heavy? He aims his scepter again and fires. I dive towards the shield and duck behind it, protecting myself from the blast. The ray reflects and hits him square in the chest.


The shield's protection gives him an idea. "Turner, throw it to me!" he shouts. She looks at him once, questioning, before realizing his intent. The shield hovers for a moment before slowly dragging itself across the ground with a screech. As soon as it nears him, he grabs it and with ease lifts it to get a good grip. "Go!" he commands, having reassumed the position of leadership. She runs towards the door.

The man lifts himself up and attempts to shoot at her again. Rogers winds and throws the shield, knocking him off his feet as soon as he was on them. The shield hits him and returns to Rogers's hand in a perfect arc.


Even though my conscience screams at me to stay in the room, I force myself to run to the door. They'll be safer if I get help, I reason. It's not because I want to live. My life drive isn't that strong anyway. I arrive at the door and in one swift movement reach for the handle, but abruptly stop. It is covered in the same blue plasma as their restraints. "It's locked!" I shout to them to alert them of my situation. Briefly, I see how Rogers is fighting by himself, but then return to the situation at hand. Biting my lip, I plunge my hand into the light to grasp the handle. I can't move my hand within it. Gasping, I snap my hand back, clutching the burning skin.


The door is locked. They are trapped. He manages to stall by using a couple more throws before the man regains enough of his senses to press a button on his sleeve. Immediately, a net-like film pops out of a compartment and flies towards the shield. The shield falls midway. He's out of moves.


The metallic door reflects the blue light of the ray. I duck to avoid it, hoping that it'll burn a hole through the door like it did with the cabinet. It doesn't. I step backward to avoid the few remains of the blast. Suddenly, I see the man in front of me. At first, I think it's a reflection, a trick of my eyes, but then I see him trying to impale me and I know it's not. I aim to kick him low but the armor stops me. Instead, I try to punch him in the face. He grabs my wrist and fires straight into my chest.

I vaguely feel myself flying again before I land with a thud on the floor. My chest hurts so much it's hard to breathe. I open my eyes to a slit to see him standing above me with a wide grin. His presses the tip of his scepter to my chest and a blue glow is emitted.