Sorry this has taken so long to be posted. My muse has trouble finishing stories. It comes and goes, sometimes telling me what to write or not. I don't own the Marvel Universe or the Losers. I only own Audrey and her history.

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THREE DAYS LATER:

I lay on the couch, watching Disney movies. Its about two am but I can't sleep, due to nightmares. Every night, since being saved by Loki, I've had nightmares. I can never remember the nightmares, could have been when I was buried alive or when I was with Max.

Everyday I hang out with the others, having fun. Loki, the Losers, and Bucky stay around me a lot, making sure that I'm ok. Strangely, Clint and Thor have been spending a lot of time with me too, always with Bucky, Clay, or Loki.

Clint wants to take me out to dinner tonight, someplace nice were I have to dress up. Clay, Bucky, and Steve will be around, incase anything happens. They are still worried about anything happening to me, not wanting me out of their sights.

Darcy, Pepper, and Betty are arriving later today to help me find the perfect outfit and makeup for my date tonight. They are really excited, wanting me to tell them everything. They talk about their loves; Tony, Coulson, and Bruce.

Thor wants all of us, Avengers and friends, to go to Asgard for the week leading up to Christmas. That is in almost two months, since last weekend was Halloween. He wants to show me Asgard and the surrounding area.

I like hanging out with Thor and Clint. They are fun to be with. Clint is always showing me something, either his skills with a bow or how he hides in the vents. He always likes when we play hide and seek, choosing easy spots for me to find.

Loki sometimes teleports me to different parts of the upper floors of the Tower. Afterwards, when he goes invisible, his laughter is the only evidence he was there. That is when Clint has a hard time finding me during our hide and seek games.

Thor usually holds me up, flying me about without him leaving the floor. I love the feeling of flying, giggling like a child. He smiles at me, holding me effortlessly, like I'm a day-old baby instead of a pudgy sixteen-year-old woman.

This is my floor which is the floor above Steve and Bucky's. Natasha and Clint have the floor above mine. Betty and Bruce have the floor above them. Darcy and Coulson have the floor above them. Tony and Pepper have the top floor, the penthouse.

Steve and Bucky are sparring with each other in a gym on their floor. They don't like sleeping either, having nightmares. Tony made them their own gym because Steve broke the communion gym before Bucky showed up.

Clay and the Losers are on their floor, which is the floor below Steve and Bucky's floor. They wanted me to be with them but there wasn't enough room. I got this floor because Darcy moved in with Coulson, her boyfriend.

Suddenly I'm back with Them. My wrists are tied together in front of me, the rope tied around my waist. Deven is sitting on my hips, smiling evilly at me. I kick and struggle, unable to get free. Andy hands Deven a pillow.

Rylie takes the pillow as he sits above my head on the floor. I scream out, hoping someone will save me. Rylie presses the pillow over my face, blocking my nose and mouth. My struggles get more violent as my chest burns, unable to get air.

It burns in a way that takes my breath and made it hard to even think. I feel the air leave my lungs as my arms and legs tightened spastically in response, my eyes snapping open only to see nothing but darkness surrounding me.

Blackness surrounds me. There are no outlines or gray areas. Its promising that nothing bad is going to happen. Trusting it, I lay down, wrapping the blackness around me in a peaceful cocoon. Slowly I slip into a deep and blissful oblivion.

Before I completely lose all my senses, I can hear Them yelling in outrage. They are very angry, before the blackness cuts off all my senses. Though I do feel very safe and peaceful, knowing that I will get to stay with my father and friends.

Gasping for air, I'm suddenly back in Avenger Tower. Bucky, Clay, the other Losers, the Avengers, and friends are all around me. I lay on the couch, gasping for breath after breath, chest slowly easing as my lungs finally get a full breath.

Clay's arms wrap around me. He lifts me up, sitting down on the couch, setting me on his lap. I cuddle close to him, still breathing deeply, scared that the air supply will run out. Feeling safe in his arms, my safety net in this world.

"Was this like when we were in the car?" He worriedly asks me. As I nod, he adds. "Was it bad? Did they harm you?"

"They put a pillow over my face. I couldn't breath." I whisper with a sob, hating how child-like and frightened I sound.

He holds me close, rocking me back and forth. Gently he whispers to me. Though the words are unintelligible, the sounds are soothing and reassuring. I relax in his arms, knowing that he won't let Them hurt me again.

"Shush. We are here. You're safe." Bucky says, sitting down beside Clay. "None of us will let Them hurt you again."

Trusting them, I allow my mind to black out. The blackness is safe, not going to harm me or let anything happen to me. I slip into a peaceful oblivion of sleep, wrapping the blackness around me in a blissful cocoon.