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"How is she?"
"She's going to be fine" said the doctor, his expression one of professional reassurance. Bruce glanced at the door as Natasha walked in. She gave him a reassuring smile and stood beside him.
"Bruce, her leg was already very badly broken by the time you grabbed her. Her injuries aren't your fault" Natasha soothed, patting Bruce's shoulder.
"I know, I just like to think that I don't just crush people. It doesn't make me feel in control to hear stories like that" Bruce sighed, massaging his temples to try to ward off a stress headache.

Natasha turned to the doctor.
"Other than her current injuries, what else can you tell us about her?"
"Well" the doctor replied, glancing over his chart, "other than the drugs in her system when she came in, she doesn't seem to have any dependencies, which is strange for a young female in her line of work."
"What does that mean?" asked Bruce.
Natasha butted in, "It means she wasn't a druggie groupie. She was… important".

Bruce and Natasha looked expectantly towards the doctor for more information. He rolled his eyes.
"Well, she's most definitely 'fighting fit'. Her knuckles are, damaged, to say the least from fighting, or training. It's impossible to tell. She also has a large number of pre-existing scars including a gun-shot wound." Natasha nodded calmly, while Bruce looked a little shocked.
"She seems too young to be so deep in a criminal organisation" said Bruce, leaning forward to brush the girl's dark hair out of her eyes.
"She's not that young" said Natasha, closely analysing the girl's face, "I think it was just the purple wig that did it".


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Lilac woke from her nightmare with sweaty palms and a racing heart. Her eyes shot open as she tried to calm herself, she had already forgotten what the dream was about. White walls surrounded her and the faint beeping of a heart monitor filler her ears as she tried to remember where she was and how she had arrived here. She felt a twinge of pain in her leg as she turned and realised that her left leg was in a cast up to the knee. Her arms were in tight compress bandages, her hands were patched in small white plasters and her shoulder was covered in a fat gauzy patch

What? What happened? Lilac pulled her legs off the side of the bed and pushed herself up, limping towards the pair of crutches leaning against the wall. As she reached for them, the sticky patches on her chest tugged and pulled off, causing the heart monitor to go wild. Lilac hurled herself back across the bed and yanked the heart monitor's power cord out of the wall. She was pleasantly surprised when an alarm didn't go off, but it also struck her as odd. Something was wrong.

She hobbled across the room on her crutches and opened the door. The door opened out into a blue-lit corridor lined with doors just like her own. She began hobbling along, wondering which hospital she was in, when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
"Miss, you're not supposed to be out here" came the panicked voice of a young man dressed in black.
"Who are you? Why can't I be out here?" demanded Lilac, giving him her most evil frown.

"Well, you're meant to be under watch, I mean, I just took a toilet break, and you were here, I just;" Lilac cut off the man's ramblings by holding up her hand.
"You're telling me I'm meant to be locked in my room, under guard" Lilac smiled. The man nodded, hoping Lilac would return to her room calmly. Lilac pulled her face into an over-wrought expression of contemplation.
"Nope" smirked Lilac as she dropped her left crutch and took the right one swiftly in her hands like a baseball bat, swinging it as hard as she could at the guard's head. A sharp crack cut through the quiet of the hallway as the aluminium crutch connected with the man's temple. He crumpled silently to the floor. Lilac called upon her knowledge from action movies and awkwardly dragged the man back into her room so no-one would see him.

Lilac shuffled down the hall on her crutches. She heard a door slide open behind her and shuffled around quickly, meeting the eyes of another black-clad man. He gave her a confused look as he whipped his walkie-talkie of his belt and began to speak into it.
"There's a girl with a broken leg in area A6 and she doesn't look like she's meant to be here". The man clipped the walkie-talkie back to his belt.

Lilac stared at him in horror as her memories came flooding back. Holy fucking shit. I'm in Max Gun's lair. This is bad. They killed all of my people. They're gonna kill me! The guard could tell Lilac was getting a little panicky,
"Ok, there's some people coming, they'll sort this out, okay?" he said, his voice a little shaky as he tried to demonstrate steady breathing to Lilac.
"Mother fucker!" Lilac screeched as she swung her crutch at the man's temple. He fell backwards, clutching his head and moaning.

"Uuuarghhhhh" he cried.
"You can just shut the fuck up" Lilac hissed as she swung her crutch at his head again whilst he lay on the ground. He crutch hit the hand that was cradling his head with a crunch.
"Aaahh!" The guard cried out in pain, grabbing back his hand just in time for Lilac to hit him again in the temple. He slouched back, sprawled on the floor with a large bruise on his face.
"I'm gonna fucking die here", Lilac muttered as she slammed her crutch into the man's head one last time, for good measure, and scrambled down the hall.


Lilac walked slowly, pressing herself close to the walls as she made her way down the hallway. She rounded a corner and saw, to her horror, a man in a white shirt and blue boxers making his way towards her. The man rubbed his eyes and did a double take before he continued to make his way towards her, coming closer until Lilac recognised him. He was there when they captured her. He was the man in the red and blue suit.

Lilac once again lifted her crutch as a weapon, ready to swing at this man's head.
"Hey" said the blonde man, his hands up in surrender, "Are you alright?" he asked, trying not to set her off. Lilac shook her head, limping towards him.
"Am I going to be alright?" she screamed at him as she moved towards him. "You've dragged me here, now what? You gonna kill me, keep me locked up? What the fuck is this place?" she screeched as she took a swing at the man's head.

He ducked, easily avoiding the hit.
"Please, I don't want to hurt you" said the man as Lilac took another swing, but he knew it was no use. Lilac was fighting tooth and nail. She was taking dirty hits, fighting for her life, and Steve was blocking them all.
"Just fucking die!", Lilac screamed as she drove the rubber end of the crutch into the man's foot and rammed the handle into his nose. He gave a look of sympathy to Lilac, but no amount of pleading looks could stop her. She took a solid swing at his head, and kneed him in the crotch before ramming the rubber end of the crutch into the man's stomach, knocking him back.

Lilac began hobbling back the way she came. Going faster and faster, she could hear voices travelling up the corridor behind her. They were coming for her. Lilac took a step, but found herself being jerked back by her neck. She desperately tried to turn around but her attacker had her in a solid headlock. Lilac shuffled sideways before jerking backwards and slamming her attacker into the wall. Lilac's attacker let out a grunt, but their hold around Lilac's neck only grew tighter.
"You can let go now" called out a familiar voice, causing her attacker to release their hold, before shoving Lilac forwards roughly, causing her to overbalance and slam into the floor.

The sound of a single shot echoed down the corridor as Lilac felt a sharp pain in her neck. She reached up, growling as she pulled the barbed dart from her flesh.
"You pieces of shit" Lilac yelled at the man with the gun, and the woman standing next to him. She must have been the one who had Lilac in a headlock. Lilac slumped backwards as she drifted into a foggy, dreamless sleep.
"Secretly, I'm glad that her fighting wasn't just the super-human drugs" Tony laughed as he reached down and pried the tranquilizer dart from Lilac's hand.


"… so she knocks them both out and then beats up Steve? How did you people let this happen?" screeched Fury, circling the Avengers, who had been interrupted by his rant whilst eating noodles.
"We just need to put someone in her room next time. If nothing else, they can radio in earlier", suggested Natasha, keeping her eyes down as she twirled noodles on her fork. Fury looked around the table, ignoring Natasha's comment. He met the guilty eyes of the other Avengers.

"Oh, I'm sorry Natasha. Were you talking to me, or to your noodles?" Fury yelled, fed up with waiting for someone to speak.
"Hey, it's not Natasha's fault. Now we know it wasn't just the drugs, this girl is as brutal as fuck" said Clint, meeting Fury's eyes, something the other Avenger's were usually very scared to do.
"Not only is she brutal, but she has skills and experience, if the doctor was right" said Bruce, meeting Natasha's eyes across the table, remembering their trip to speak to the girl's doctor.
"So it's decided. We'll put a guard in the room", said Steve, all but volunteering for the job.


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