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WARNING: Violence and a shit ton of swearing!

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-BitchInTheBlueSuit

Once again my body wouldn't allow me sleep. Either because of my long nap yesterday or because of the confrontation with Steve. All I want is his arms around me right now, keeping me from thinking about my past. I try so hard to push it away, but it just doesn't work anymore. I pick up my phone and glance at the time in the dark. 4 Am. I don't wan't to think about my father, miss my brothers, hear my best friend's voice. I want to forget it. A single lonely tear rolls down my left cheek and I feel the disgust inside me. Stop being so weak. I decide to dress myself and punch away my anger in the gym.

This time when I enter the dark training room, it's empty. Just like I want it to be. I plug in music in my ear from my phone and start punching with a steady rhythm.

Memory after memory runs through my mind after every punch. Birthdays, laughs, hugs, kisses and fights, all reminding me of my previous life. Song after song changes in my ear and I can tell by the sore feeling in my knuckles that a lot of time has passed. Footsteps by the entrance is heard and I look up to see Steve's golden hair by the door. His look catches my eyes.

"Hi.. " I greet quietly unwrapping my knuckles.

"Good morning." he replies, slowly walking to me.

There was no longer a hostile air around us, unlike the previous couple days. No, now it was close to nothing between us, not even awkwardness.

"I uhm, I didn't know you could.." he motions with his hands to my knuckles.

"Throw a punch?" I lightly smile.

"Yeah." he says and tries his best to smile, too.

"There's a lot you don't know." I mutter while packing my water bottle down in my bag and immediately regret my words. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Steve says, placing his own bag on the floor.

I turn around and look at him, discretely admiring his every facial feature. He makes my heart break and makes my heart skip a beat, why can't I stop feeling this way? Like he controls my every move. Like his breathing is beneficial for my survival. I do a small head shake whilst looking down at the floor and swallow.

"I should probably get ready for school."

"Good Idea." he says, giving me a curt nod.

I wipe a little sweat off my brow and turn around before my heart gets the best off me and kiss him. Shit I know he's too old for me, also too perfect. He's old enough to be my great grandpa.. All those years he spent under the ice though.. do they count? If they don't then he's what.. 23? Which would make it 8 years between us. What am I even thinking? He would never even want me in that way. Get your head clear Bella. Be realistic.

I walk into the fancy classroom and is immediately met with the faces of twenty other students my age, sharing different expressions on my sudden appearance. At first I feel awkward and slightly sorry for just bursting in, then I remember who I am and muster up my character. I clear my throat and put my vocal cords into action.

"I believe this is classroom 603, biology?"

Unlike the students, the teacher wears a neutral facial expression, almost welcoming me.

"I believe you are correct, miss." The teacher then turns back to the class and announces "Here's our new student, Bellatrix."

Some students glance at me weirdly, some with curiosity and others not looking at me at all.

"Well, take a seat next to Hailey and we'll continue on with the lesson."

I smile awkwardly at the blonde girl, who I presume is Hailey, and swagger across the room whilst keeping my head held high. I then proceed to sit down in what has to be the most comfortable classroom chair ever.

The lesson continues and I get so extremely bored with the teacher's voice that I zone off and start daydreaming about being on stage again.. God I miss it. Before I know it the bell rings and the room is cleared as if there was a fire.

I'm the last one and I couldn't be happier over the fact that nobody was talking to me, it is for the best. The day went by smoothly, without any disturbances or unnecessary social interactions.

"Hii.. uhm Tony?" my slightly tired voice speaks as I start to make my way down to the library.

"Yeah kiddo?" he answers, confused to why I was calling him.

"Just letting you know I'll be a bit late back to the tower, I'm staying an extra hour at the library."

"Sure. I'll send somebody to pick you up by then, study hard now, book worm."

I shake my head at his nickname.

"Bye, tin can."

I end the call but just as I'm about to get to the library, a black car pulls up in front of me and two hands drags me inside within the blink of an eye. I let out a scream and begin to struggle against their tight grip on my arms. Four men dressed fully in black are sitting in the car, all armed with handguns and wearing smug facial expressions. The man who dragged me in starts to grab my arms and shuffle around with something in his hands. I scream and snort at him, clenching my teeth.

"Don' .me."

He brings out a pair of handcuffs and I try to push him away with all my strength.

"I'd say you're quite aggressive, huh?"

"I'd say you can fuck off." I smile my sweetest smile at him, showing just enough teeth for it to look like a beauty pageant contestant.

I seem to have hit a sore spot as he clenches his jaw and slaps me with all strength. I hear the click from the handcuffs locking.

"Take it easy for fucks sake Eric!" The man in the drivers seat yells.

I feel the pain sting my left cheek but I straighten up either way and keep my face neutral.

"Man look at her, she doesn't even budge, bet she used to being slapped." The man that must be Eric says whilst jiggling his eyebrows at me. I hide the disgust in my face at his comment and instead attempt to pathetically open the door.

I see the driver wanting to protest Eric but the man in the passenger seat with brown hair sighs;

"Just fucking drive."

Eric snickers and I feel absolutely paralyzed. How did I end up here? What do I do now? Did Hydra send them?

"What do you want?!" I demand from the man in the passenger seat, whom seems to be the leader.

He turns to me and looks annoyed.

"I want you to shut that pretty mouth of yours up." he says.

"You're disgusting." I say and he smiles at me. I don't fucking have a pretty mouth you shitdick.

"Alex. We're almost there." the man driving says.

Eric smiles at me deviously and I realize that this is when the bad parts starts. I attempt to scream and struggle against his strong arms holding me still. A thick white cloth is placed over my mouth and I attempt to hold my breath so I won't breath in what I assume is Chlorophorm. I pretend to pass out against the door and listen closely on their conversation without moving. Whatever information I can get my hands on will most likely help me in some way, right?

"Damn she was a lot harder than I thought." Alex sighs as Eric leans back into his seat, satisfied with his work.

"Well it's gonna be worth it, right?" Eric states confident. "It better be."

"Of course it will, it's my fucking plan." Alex says, probably rolling his eyes.

"Chill man, all I meant is that we have to make sure nobody finds her until we get what we want."

The last phrase makes shivers run down my spine and I try my hardest not to shudder visibly for them to see. Thoughts of what they could want from me cloud my head.

"Eric, nobody will find her! She's gonna be in the basement of an old apartment where nobody ever goes because they're all either potheads or prostitutes!"

I feel the car coming to a stop and the adrenaline kicking in. What the hell do I do now? My flight or fight instinct is confused to the max. Should I show them weakness so they take me for granted and I can have a better escape later? Or should I fight them off right now and take my best shot at a run? Three armed men against you Bella, not good odds. Play weak?

I hear the sound of doors opening and find that the one I was leaning on, too, was being opened. I attempt to make my fall out of the car look natural but like usual fail and end up in an awkwardly weird position with my butt in the car and my head on the asphalt. Before I can even get the chance to open up my eyes, I'm swinged over a broad shoulder and getting carried effortlessly. For a while I curse at myself for wishing that it was Steve carrying me instead. Stupid. fucking. brain.

I try to make my breathing louder so they think I'm slowly coming to my conscience.

"She's waking up!" Eric alerts.

Well no fucking shit, Sherlock.

"It's fine we're almost there." Alex says calmly.

"Which room?" The man carrying me asks.

"235." Alex replies.

I feel my body being gently lowered to the floor and placed shockingly careful. I would've imagined myself being dropped merciless, but here I am, unharmed.. God, are they gonna sell me?

"When do you think she's gonna wake up?" Eric asks impatiently.

"Eric can you shut up for one second?" Alex roars and the door is slammed shut.

Fudge it's cold in here.. and dark.

"Shit this sucks." I say to myself after what feels like hours in the dark. I have to pee.

Just in that exact moment, the door opens and a bright string of light shines through. That's it, I'm dead. I couldn't pee so now I'm dead. Take me now oh lor- Eric..?

"Get up." he demands.

"Oh good. You're here. I gotta pee." I say casually, lifting my tired body off the floor.

He looks at me as if I suddenly had three eyes.

"Well? Am I allowed to pee? Or do you prefer my piss all over the floor?"

He sighs and shakes his head irritably.

"Alex!" Eric roars.

In a matter of seconds a rather drunk looking Alex appears.

"The wench wants to take a piss."

Alex casts a look at me, slightly confused while shrugging to Eric.

"So what? Let her got the bathroom for christ sake. Then lead her into the room, we finally got Stark on the line. My heart leaps as they say his name. How long had they kept me here? Barely hours right?.. Because my bladder is so tiny.

Eric grabs my arms roughly and pulls me to my feet, dragging me out in some hallway and later on pushing me in a room. It all went so fast that I barely realized what happened, but somehow, I was in a bathroom. Finally.

After I relieved myself, I wash my hands, while casting quick look in the dirty bathroom mirror. I almost scare myself as I face my reflection. How the hell did I end up here?