WARNING ~ WARNING ~ WARNING

Non-explicit, not descriptive at all, hinted rape scene may be disturbing to certain readers.

I will post a chapter that is more reader-friendly in the next day or so.

Thanks for reading, guys :)

The next morning, Kat woke up in a sterile white room with 360 degree clear windows, similar to the one Bruce had (for some reason) in his lab. Loki was strangely absent, so, sliding the door back, she exited the cell.

"This is a trap?" she muttered, unsure of what to do. After a few moments, she decided to make a break for it, taking a door into...a bedroom? Everything was green, gold, and black, meaning it must belong to Loki. However, the god was absent, so she decided it was a good time to wreak her revenge on her captor before running away.

What is the most revolting thing I could possibly do to this room? A lot of stuff, eh Kat?

Smiling devilishly, she proceeded to remove the comforter from the bed and place it in a toilet-looking contraption. A chuckle escaped her mouth despite the grave situation she was in as she threw the entire contents of his wardrobe out of a nearby window. Shoes, crowns, and a weird helmet-thingy were hit out of the window, baseball style, with a spare scepter. Curtains were torn down, walls were peed upon, and pillows were ripped apart.

Finally, the crowning piece to her masterpiece. After thinking for a few moments and contemplating on her missing finger, Kat pulled down her pants and took a dump on his torn mattress.

"Catch you never, asshole," she cried, moving towards the door.

However, Loki appeared in the doorway, eyes blazing.

"It would appear as if it is time for another meeting with your little friends, cretin." As usual, Kat flipped him off. "I will cut that finger off tomorrow. Today, I have something else, more satisfactory planned." Grabbing her arm, he dragged her into another bedroom, throwing her roughly on the bed before connecting with the Avengers. "Hello, heroes," he spat, "Your little pet is mine."

And then she screamed. She screamed because she was helpless, and there was someone on her. And it hurt. She screamed and screamed while her friends looked on, doing nothing. She was alone, so alone, even more alone than in the HYDRA rooms, all black and many needles. Needles. Pain. So much pain. Everywhere. She closed her eyes, tears seeping out as she sobbed, twitching, body versus mind. It seemed she fell through oblivion for an eternity.

She remembered her first time in the room with Officer Lutz. She tried, tried, and tried so hard to make the little blue waves like he wanted her to, to no avail. And then pain, across her face, so much. Then the needles, they started with the needles. Green liquid, gray liquid, purple, yellow, orange, everything in her. In the big chair, with the straps and pins and plastic coverings. "New experiments," they said, "Just a little test. To make you feel better. You'll be so strong, so strong." Confusing, but they knew best.

I hate you. I hate you all. I hate everything and everyone. I will kill you personally.

And then, an eternity later, she woke up. She opened her eyes to see golden rays of sunshine crawl through the window as if they were ashamed to see her. Alone, she pulled the covers off of her and limped to the open window. Behind her, the connection to Earth remained alive. Only Steve was left staring at her, concerned.

"Kat, there is a team on the way to get you. We're bargaining with Loki."

Liar. You promised I'd be safe. "Alright." I loathe everything and everyone. I will hurt you all.

"Kat, will you look at me?" She turned around slowly, eyes bloodshot and baggy.

"Alright."

"We didn't know this would happen. Your identity was classified; no one was supposed to know about you."

"Alright," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"Say something."

"Alright."

"Kat, I'm sorry, I didn't know this would happen. This was my fault, and I accept the blame for this. We're trying to get you back, but we need you to cooperate with us. You can punch me and kick me and hurt me when you come back home, but for now, it's imperative that you go along with this mission." She nodded bleakly before moving back towards the window, sitting on the sill. "Kat, what are you doing?!" She swung her legs over so they dangled into open air. The ground was so far away, the Asgardians were only tiny specks on the land.

I didn't think my life could get any worse. I was wrong. I was wrong again, and again, and again. I can never do anything right, just like Officer Lutz said, and I cannot trust anyone. There is nowhere to hide, no one to confide in, nothing to do to escape my bad luck.

I don't understand what I did wrong in a past life, but I'm sorry. I'll try again.

She jumped.