Extreme writers block has gone! Kinda.
Sorry if you don't like. Suggestions in comments? Please?
-JaSoStylish
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Sammi's POV:
A bright light was shining on my face. Eeeuuurgh.
"Stobbit… Storp... Stop it!" I finally managed to get out. "Stee-" I stopped mid-sentence, remembering what had happened. How long had I been out of it? I held up an aching arm infront of my face and pulled myself up into a seated position against the wall. No! The memories came back to me. Loki had seen me.
*flashybacky*
There was no way I was just going to stay put. This was crazy – Steve must have been over-reacting. I decided to go back to my room and change into some rowing gear. On my way back down the stairs, to go back to the rowing club I stopped. Something wasn't right. There was a muffled thump somewhere to my right. Shakily, I peered around the corner. There he was – the man Steve had confirmed was Loki. I held my breath and tried to back away in a futile attempt to escape the demi-god. He snapped around to face me.
'What are you doing here, mortal?'
After that, my memories were a blur of blacks and greys. There was also pain.
*endtheflashybacky*
Taking a quick look around the room, I took in a small grey room with only one door and an industrial halogen light. The only source of natural light was coming from a small window at the top of the door. It was partly covered by a Chinese character painted upside down on it. Fú, the character for luck. Well, I'm going to need more than a bit of luck to get out of here. I stood up, leaning against the wall. I held my injured side with my better hand. I was covered in many cuts and bruises but the biggest was a deep cut running down my right-hand side. Luckily, I'm left handed and that seemed to be uninjured. I took a deep breath. There wasn't much I could do – or was there?
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Super-awesome Steve's POV
We decided to ditch the chopper and pile into one of Tony's bigger cars – a 'VW kombi' as they called it. We are all suited up and ready to go. Although, we are sure where. Tony is currently driving and his calm outer demenour is beginning to crack.
"Stark," Clint began from next to me – noticing it was likely that the super-genious was about to reak down any minute "let's pull over and camp out for the night." He was right – we had been driving for at least 7 hours now at high speed and had recently crossed the state line into Maine.
"We're just around the corner. I promise." Tony replied shortly.
"Around the corner from what?" I cut in. Tony didn't need to answer as he pulled into the driveway of a stereotypical family home. We shared a look but didn't say anything as we follow Tony out of the car around the side of the house and into the large tool shed.
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We had soon found out that it was more than just a normal garage. The Avengers stepped inside and found themselves in a large lift. I was going to ask where we were going and how Tony just randomly knew about this place in the middle of suburban Maine but when I saw the look on his face I decided against it.
"This is a secret bunker-type building I had done up a year or two ago. No one lives in the house." We all just stood there – in shock and sudden tiredness due to the long day we had had. Tony was an expressionless shell. He wandered off in on direction of the corridor.
A moment of silence.
"Look, why do we all go to bed?" Natasha suggested. After some wandering around we found some blankets and old mattresses. I set mine up in one of the spare rooms. I knew no one would be sleeping tonight. I was in for a long night.
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Sammi's POV (in china)
Footsteps past my door. Muffled voices. Was that Mandarin? Silence. A key in a lock – turned. I decided to act as though I was oblivious.
"Here," a strongly Southern Chinese accented voice said. My eyes flew open. In front of me was a middle aged Chinese man with a sour expression. "You want not want eat? Now you get up, lah?"
"Yes." I said clearly "I want eat." I slowed down my words and acted as though the man was stupid – he obviously isn't and his English is quite good. He doesn't need to know that.
"Where am I? Who are you? Who was that man back at the tower?" I rushed out.
No answer. Only "Loki will speak and you in good time."
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This behavioral routine continued on day after day. On meal and bottle of water delivered once a day, in the morning. At least, I was guessing the time difference from the time in New York. By the sound of the gaurds' accent we were somewhere near Shanghai.
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I need to get a message to SHEILD. Steve, Coulson, anyone. Even Da- Tony. I devised my plan.
I was searched for weapons when I was brought here but that was all they took – obvious weapons. This demi-god mustn't be very smart if he doesn't know that I can use almost anything for a weapon. Let's check the inventory.
A burnt match.
A 50 yuan note from my last trip.
A Starbucks receipt. (For two extra-large cappuccinos)
An Australian dollar from the year of my birth.
And a tube of pawpaw ointment.
This was going to be interesting. The next day when I ate my tray of plain rice and goopy rice porridge, I held onto the chopsticks. The guard gave me a funny look when he came in to collect my empty bowls. He held out his free hand for the chopsticks. He was a new guard and by the looks of this he didn't speak any English.
"Kuai zi?" he prompted.
That's when it began. I'm not going to go into too much detail about my escape but let me just say: I never want to eat from chopsticks again. I had ditched my make-shift weapon and was now running through the streets of what I guessed to be south Shanghai. I ran past a post office and grabbed a Par Avion envelope off the rack. I scribbled SHEILD's PO Box address on it with the charcoal part of the match and a quick note to the Avengers, encoded in case it fell into the wrong hands. Slipping in the coin, I sprinted back to the post office and gave it to the attendant along with the money.
"Keep the change but send it with express post." I told her and sprinted out again without waiting to see her reaction. I know Loki and his minions are gaining on me. I just have to hope I've lead enough of a wild goose chase to cover up my trip to the post office. I keep running.
The guards caught up with me and I surrendered, figuring I could pass it off as a burst of adrenaline and hope Loki would be too suspicious.
By the time I was hauled back to my cell, Loki was there waiting with and evil smirk on his face and a cold expression in his eyes.
"Is there something you want to tell me, Samantha Plenn? Or should I say Samantha Stark?" he taunted.
"There's nothing I want to say to you, Loki!" I replied, but my resolve was weaking and I know he can tell.
"We'll just have to see about that!" he replied, the smirk widening. That's when the real torture began.
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-JaSoStylish
