Singing birds gently wake me up. Memories of everything that has happened since I came to SHIELD flashes through my mind. My mind processes everything, taking the fear of being with superheroes away from my life.

Slowly my eyes open. I'm laying in my bed at Avenger Tower, facing the wall. No way do I want to tell anyone about the rest of what happened to me. They will say its my fault and Barnes will never want to be my uncle-figure again.

Unbidden, tears flow from my eyes. I curl into a ball, sobbing into my pillow. Now I have finally found a place where I belong and once they find out, they won't want anything to do with me. It hurts, sending shards of pain through my chest.

"JARVIS, can you keep everyone out of my room today?" I hesitantly ask, not wanting to be around anyone, scared.

An alarm goes off, scaring me. I jerk into a sitting position, eyes looking all around. The bed shudders, rocking about like a boat on the ocean water. My mouth opens to scream but nothing comes out, throat too raw from my sobbing.

The door barges open. Barnes, the Avengers, and Coulson run into the room. I move towards the edge of the bed, relaxing as it stops moving. The new people race towards me, weapons out and ready to attack anything at a moments' notice.

They bounce off an invisible shield that is around my bed. As I get to the shield, it doesn't let me pass. My fists beat on it, hoping that thru brute force, I can get free. Thor slams his hammer against the shield to no avail.

Suddenly I'm in a different room. My ex-classmates are gathered around me, eyes glaring at me hatefully. Two of them is holding a fire hose, aimed at me, ready. I can feel their disgust, anger, and danger from where I am.

I am on my knees. My wrists are tied together, chained to the ceiling, arms stretched above my head, almost popped out of their sockets. My ankles are spread apart, tied to the floor, though leaving room for me to kind of move around.

"Are you ready, Bitch?" Deven says as he aims the water hose at me. "We are going to enjoy hurting you before we kill you."

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SIX HOURS LATER:

'Please stop!' My mind begs as water floods my face again from a fire hose. 'I don't want to die! Someone please save me!'

Finally the water shuts off. I lean forward a little bit, not wanting to strain my shoulders, gasping for air. It is hard to get air into my lungs, not liking being almost drowned by the water. My body is shivering from the ice cold water.

"Do you regret living?" Deven asks, stepping up to my side. When I don't say anything, he punches my left temple. "Answer me Bitch!"

My heartbeats are sped up in fear. The heart is threatening to pop out of my chest, through the ribcage. Its pounding so loudly that I think everyone can hear it. My mouth is dry, no volume for screaming or begging for no pain.

I smile up at him, not going to say anything. Death and torture doesn't frighten me. They have hurt me a lot and I have survived. Nothing they can do will stop me from being glad that I survived. I got to meet superheroes and have fallen in love.

Blackness has been on the edges of my horizon for half of the torture. Every time They beat me, it gets heavier, surrounding me; though its not creepy. Each time I force it back, though it takes more and more of my strength each time.

My throat is raw from screaming myself hoarse. Its hard to breathe, chest hurting to move. Though there is a lot of pain in the side of my head and all over my body. Sometimes it feels like I'm going to sink into the blackness.

The only thing keeping me conscious is the thought of someone saving me. I am hoping that they are coming. My mind is focused on staying conscious until they get here, though its hard with all the pain. I'm positive that if I fall asleep, I will never wake up.

"Its time for the grand finale." Rylie says as he walks toward me. "We are going to take everything of yours, so you won't have anything left."

'What is he talking about?' My mind questions as I look at him puzzled. 'What else can he take that They haven't already?'

Someone pulls on the chain, forcing me into a standing position. I gasp out, having a really bad feeling. Rylie steps behind me, kicking my legs apart. My body tenses, preparing for whips or something. His hands yank off my pants.

"No!" I scream out, voice unable to get too loud due to throat trauma when I was a child, as my body twists and squirms, not wanting my virginity taken.

Instantly I know my life is going to drastically change. The crossroads coming up is going to decide which side of the road that the change will fall too; either good or bad. Though I know that if its bad, there will be lots of pain.

"This is going to hurt. You aren't going to enjoy it." Rylie whispers with a smirk, hands grabbing my hips with a bruising grip. "I am going to enjoy this."

Suddenly Rylie is gone. I gasp out, body shaking in fear. Tears slide down my cheeks, glad that my virginity wasn't taken. Barely I can hear gunfire and pounding footsteps. They are running, like the gates of Hell are after Them.

Hands gently touch my arms, standing behind me. I yelp, jerking away, turning to the side. An arm wraps around my chest as my wrist become free, sending me off balance. The person lifts me up, taking my feet from the floor, bridal-style.

"Shush, you're safe. I won't let any of them harm you again." A deep familiar sounding man says; the man who is holding me.

My eyes blink, looking at the person holding me. Its Steve, in his Captain America outfit. I smile at him, body relaxing in relief. My mind allows the blackness to wrap me in a blissful cocoon, sending me into a peaceful oblivion.