Annabel
I glared at the woman on my cheap hotel room bed. Her hands were handcuffed to the backboard and her legs lay sprawled out in front of her. I sat half way across the room my arms crossed over my chest. I had actually thought I had made a friend, but it turns out from the way she stole my money, I hadn't. I felt the shadows flicker around me uneasily. A groan from the bed made me look up, Calamity's eyes were slowly opening. A growl was torn from my throat.
"Where am I?" Calamity asked.
"In a room." I snarled.
"How did you find me?" She blinked several times and looked toward me.
"I have my ways. Why the hell did you run off?" I demanded stepping closer to the bed.
"Because I don't want to be stalked for the rest of my life by creepy eye patch guy and his suit wearing sidekicks." Cal replied.
"Really? That's why I got fired? Everything has to be about you, doesn't? I mean seriously, the only place I've called home in a little over five years has been ripped away from me." I said feeling all my pent up anger from the last few years.
"It seems you're making everything about you." She scowled.
"You don't get it! I lost my mom and my twin brother! They died in a car accident, which paralyzed my father from the waist down. After the funeral, he beat me every day. I ended up killing him with my powers. I'm trying like hell to forget six months of my life, so yeah I think I'm allowed to want things to be about me. But poor Calamity she grew up in a normal family and her only friend accidentally OD'd. Well guess what? I was fucked from the start! When I finally thought my life was looking up, you had to fuck everything up!" My fist connected with Calamity's jaw.
I was breathing hard but all I could feel was rage. Clenching my fists, I took another shuddering breath. I felt my anger slowly leaving my body, but it wasn't leaving quick enough. Glaring at Calamity (her cheek was turning red), I kept my eyes trained on hers waiting for any sign she was losing control. I didn't see one.
Calamity
My cheek burned, but I guess I deserved that. I didn't really mean for her to lose her job, I knew that it could happen I just didn't realize Fury would go through with it. I spit out a glob of blood from where I had bit my tongue and turned to stare at Annabel, our eyes locking. I'm not really scared of Annabel right now. She's mad, but I trust that she won't do anything stupid like try and kill me. I'm just hoping she doesn't turn me in to S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Look, I'm sorry for running off, and I didn't mean for you to get fi-."
"Save it for someone who cares." She cut me off and turned sharply on her heel. Pacing back and forth I saw her glaring at the shadows of the room which seemed to move with every flick of her eyes.
I paused thinking whether or not I should say anything. "Are you gonna turn me into S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
She spun and I thought she was going to hit me again, but she never raised her hand. "I won't have to. They've got the best looking for you. In fact," She looks over my head where I assume is a clock and says, "We've got about ten more seconds before they barge in here guns blazing."
"Look I'm sorry about your job and all that you've been through. I can't ask you to forgive me for ruining your life, but if they come in here they're gonna take you into custody along with me. If they don't kill you first that is."
She glares at me and sighs. "No, they trust me enough."
"They might, but does Fury?"
There's a knock on the door Annabel glances towards it wearily. "Just a sec Romanov!" She looks back at me for a second and her steely glare is back. Walking over to the door she yanks it open to reveal a pale redhead in spandex and a familiar tall blonde.
"Steve?"
"Cal?" He was just as shocked as I was.
"You're wearing spandex." I looked down at him and see a red, white and blue assemble that was accompanied by a round shield. I remembered it well from the pictures on the news. "Don't tell me you're Captain America?"
He strides in past the redhead, who is staring blankly at me, and glances to Annabel. He reaches out and breaks my handcuffs and offers to help me stand. "I didn't realize you weren't aware." After I stand he gives me a confused look. "Are you the one who started those fires?"
I duck my head and looked toward Annabel. She was giving nervous sideways glances to the red head. "Yes, she's a threat and she needs to be taken in." The redhead answers for me and I swear I know her from somewhere. It takes me a few minutes, but when the connection is made my jaw drops.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. really thought two of the Avengers were required to bring me in? What's wrong with just asking? I mean, I probably wouldn't have gone with you, but it's worth a try." I look to Steve, who is for some reason, avoiding my gaze.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't like to ask for things." He glances to the redhead who I now know as Black Widow.
"Rogers we need to get Jorgenson back before Fury has a stroke, take her and let's go." Black Widow stands ready for action by the door.
"Hey I'm not going anywhere with you!" I was quickly ignored and politely, but forcefully dragged toward the door.
"What about Annabel?" Steve looks to Annabel who is now glare intensely at the carpet.
"I don't think she'll be a problem, seeing as she's not here, Right Captain?"
Steve bites his lip and looks to a relieved Annabel. "Yeah..."
"Look I understand you guys are just doing your job, but I will not-"The last thing I saw was a flying boot coming towards my face.
