AN: I don't own marvel, especially not the Avengers. Also, I am sorry it's been so long since I've updated! When I was on chapter 4 I wrote down the plot for the entire story, but then I forgot where I put that paper and couldn't remember how I wanted this to go, so I winged it up until now. But I found the plot plan! Yes! So now I can get around to writing again. Please review or follow/favorite.

The Master had sent us back to our cells, telling us to rest and that he would come back for us in the morning so we could, and I quote, "finish this". I told him to bleep off and that he was stupid and crazy, and that the rest of the Avengers would already be looking for us.

He told us that one of his followers had hacked into a SHIELD database and made it look like Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Wanda, and I were all on a mission in Brazil. The rest of the Avengers might go another week before they began wondering why we weren't back from our "mission" yet, and longer until they really started looking. By then it would be too late to help us.

We were left in the same cell we had been in earlier. I was limping, even though I was trying to hide that I had been injured when the Master had tossed me around. They shouted at the guards for me to be allowed to see Bruce so he could treat my injuries, but were finally silenced when a guard shoved in a first aid kit.

I was bruised and scraped and I had a headache, but I would be okay. Wanda helped me wrap my sore shoulder with an ace bandage.

I was exhausted. This had been one of the worst days of my life, and I had had some pretty crappy ones. I fell asleep on the bench, with the older Avengers standing by me, like guards.

That night, I had terrible nightmares.

I dreamed that I was in one of my brother's jars, and I was pounding on the glass, trying to break it. Standing around on the outside were the Avengers, laughing and chatting with the Avengers. They ignored me as I screamed and pleaded for help. The jar started filling with the slightly glowing bluish liquid, swirling around my feet.

"Help me!" I screamed. This time the Avengers saw me, and all turned towards me. Instead of helping, they laughed behind their hands and pointed at me. I screamed and fought as the blue liquid rose up over my knees, my hips, and my shoulders. I tried to swim to keep my head in the air, but my feet were stuck to the bottom of the jar.

The liquid covered my nose and mouth, and I screamed, seeing only bubbles. I could hear laughter, and I knew that I was drowning.

Then everything disappeared and suddenly I was being led down the hallway by faceless guards. I didn't bother trying to fight, and they pushed me through a door into a cell.

Lying on the floor of the cell was Demitra, but she was dead. I knew she was-her eyes were glassy and didn't fix on anything. She lay on the bench like sleeping beauty, her face relaxed and her inky black hair spreading out around her head like a halo. She rested with her hands folded on her chest, and she wore her school uniform. But a knife protruded from her stomach, and blood stained her sweater.

I screamed and sobbed, yanking out the bloody knife and throwing it down onto the floor angrily. I hugged Demitra, praying that she would wake up, but she didn't. The Master's cruel laughter echoed in my ears.

Now I stood in a grassy field. Hot sunlight beat down on me, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and birds chirped somewhere. All the Avengers stood around me, and Demitra stood by my side. She smiled at me, and took my hand.

"Your a freak, Rory." She said, but her voice sounded like the Master's. I yanked my hand away.

"You're a monster." Wanda said in the Master's voice.

"Mom and dad were right-you should never have been born," Tony said hollowly.

I screamed as my feet were yanked down into the ground. I was pulled down as I fought to stay up, my friends chanting insults in the voice of my brother. The ground closed over my head, and the image of my own gravestone flashed through my mind.

"Rory?" This time it was Steve's voice, and he sounded worried. "Rory, you're having a nightmare. Wake up." Someone shook my shoulder.

My eyes opened blearily. It was Steve, crouched next to me with a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm okay…." I said blearily. "Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep."

"The Master's followers will be back soon anyway," Steve said, giving me another sideways glance. He sat down leaning against the wall beside the bench I was laying on. "Don't worry, Rory. We're going to rescue Demitra and get out of here."

I nodded and closed my eyes again, feeling a little better. Steve sat next to me, and he reminded me of my dad. When I was a kid and I had a nightmare, dad would make me hot cocoa and sit by my bed until I went back to sleep.

The next thing I knew, the door of the cell was opening, and Steve was softly shaking me awake. "Breakfast," He said.

Breakfast was unbuttered toast and cold scrambled eggs, and a plastic bottle of water that all four of us had to share. I wondered if Bruce was getting better food in his special cell. A half-hour later, the door opened again. This time it was guards who dragged us into the hallway.

I was pushed along in front just like yesterday, but the hallway twisted in a different direction then it had before. We were dragged into a large room that I didn't know.

The room was made of concrete, and there were long tables pushed up against the walls with computers, blueprints, tools, televisions, machines, and breath mints stacked on them. In the middle of the room was a tall round platform made of stainless steel spray-painted white. A metal dentists chair sat in the middle of the platform, with dozens of large metal tubes connecting the chair to open panels on the sides of the platform, which must be one huge machine. Computer banks and complicated machinery formed a U around the chair, built into the white platform.

The Master stood on the platform with his hands behind his back. He turned and gave a creepy smile when he saw us.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" He smiled like he knew the answer.

"Yes, no thanks to you." I snapped.

"What is that machine?" Steve demanded. "What does it do?"
"It is going to equalize the human race." The Master said. "Vinci, the presentation!"

"Right away, Master." Vinci's voice came from the ceiling, making me jump. I had forgotten entirely about the AI. The largest flat screen TV on one of the tables flipped on, showing a map of the world.

"Our Collection takes too long to expand. We need to go full-scale, but the DNA analysis…" The Master shook his head.

"Blueprint! Explain the machine! Where is Blueprint?"

The door of the lab opened, and a young woman stumbled in. She was tall and curvy, and wore a long white lab coat, jeans, and a faded blue t-shirt. She had a pale narrow face and big dark eyes under large black plastic glasses, and curly dark brown hair tied in a ponytail. She was clutching notebooks and papers, and looked surprised to see us in her lab.

"Blueprint, explain the Void Machine to our guests." The Master commanded.

"Um, yessir." The young woman, Blueprint, said with a nervous glance at the Master. She dumped her papers and notebooks on one of the tables, and turned to face us. "That chair and platform are called the Void Machine, or VM. They were built by, um, me, to put three thousand pre-programmed targets into a coma state at once."

"You can't do that," Wanda said, looking shocked. I was feeling roundabout as surprised as she looked.

"Actually, we can," Blueprint said, thinking Wanda meant the machine was impossible. She tapped a button on an iPad, and thousands of little red dots appeared on the map of the world on the large TV screen. "We have their DNA programmed in. However, it's not done yet. Right now, the VD requires an extremely specific type of DNA to function on our end. The Master and his younger sister are the only ones who would be able to activate it, but there's a risk that the user would be killed by the VD."

"I'm the little sister. Call me Rory," I said, waving at Blueprint.

"Oh. Hi." Blueprint said, looking a little surprised. "Anyway, if the VD was used by someone with your DNA would put these targets into a coma. It's the equivalent of putting them into one of my Stasis Jars."

"You built those?" I demanded.

"Um, yeah." Blueprint said nervously. She wouldn't make eye contact with any of us. "They put the person inside into a coma. They don't dream, don't need food or sleep…. and the Stasis Jar keeps their body exactly as it is. They age more slowly, and they can't be killed by any injury they had when they went in…." She didn't sound very excited.

"So you see, Rory, this is why I need you. You have to use the machine." The Master said, leering at me.

"But it could kill her!" Natasha protested. "She's not doing it."

"Are you forgetting…?" The Master pointed to another screen, and Vinci took that as her cue. The screen flicked on, and it showed a security feed of Demitra, in her jar. She was curled into a ball with her head resting on her arms, and her shoulders were shaking. "I could kill her right now, sister dear. You'll do as I tell you or your little friend will pay your debt."

I was seething with anger. He couldn't do that-I wouldn't let him, he wouldn't dare.

"If you dare to hurt Demitra, I will stick a knife up your-"

"Language," Steve mumbled.*

"Seriously?" Wanda snapped, glaring at him. He went a little pink.

"I'll give you some time to think it over." The Master said, running one fingernail under another. "You and your Avenger pals will go free. Demitra will stay. At noon tomorrow, you will return to the house, alone and unarmed. You will give yourself in and not fight when you are used in the machine. If you survive, you and Demitra will be freed."

"And if I don't show?" I snarled.

"Then Demitra will die, and I will kidnap you and make you do it. Oh, and Rory," The Master pointed at the screen with the map of the world, and it zoomed in on New York. The dots were labeled when it zoomed in, and I saw the names of the Avengers lined up with their dots. Well, all the Avengers that were in NYC. "The Avengers are all on our list. Just thought you might want to know, dear."

He smirked, knowing he had dealt a winning blow, and motioned with his hands for us to be dragged out of the room again.

We were led to a large room with a glass box in the middle of it. In the box was Bruce, who was silently meditating. When he noticed us he opened his eyes and banged a hand against the glass. We were shoved into the box by the guards, and the door was sealed behind us.

Before we could start explaining to Bruce what was going on, gas started seeping into the chamber. This time I didn't bother trying to fight is as I sank into unconsciousness.

I didn't know what to do. I had to choose between Demitra or the Avengers. My life was on the line, and their freedom. Plus thousands of other people around the world.

I didn't know what to do.

AN: Thanks for reading! I know this one didn't have much action in it, but I liked it. I will try to update more often in the future.

*I couldn't resist the language joke! That might actually have been my favorite line from AoU :)