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I was thinking of doing a fanfic for each avenger with an OC, obviously when this is done or I get a bit of writers block but which character would you prefer?

References: /2011/12/10/ancient-weapons/

Disclaimer: I don't often put these in as I clearly don't own the Avengers anyway. Own plot and OCs and that all.

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1 year 8 months later….

Jacob was staring at the screens in his boss's office, watching the graceful dance Terri performed when she wielded her Chakram, her favoured weapon alongside her hook swords. Ever since that day over a year ago when she made those children vanish she has not left the red room. He flinched when he thought of the tortures she endured as they tried to make her do whatever it was she did again, each torture fruitless. Not once has she been able to repeat her actions but the tape of when she slept showed evidence of the powers she contained, her fingertips would glow and the lilac light would travel up her arms before it dimmed and faded. She had completed all her programmes other than her combat and sexual training, combat would never really be over but the boss had not started her sensual training yet, much to Gary's annoyance. He was far more interested in her hands and making those powers come to light again. He stood there, by Jacob's side watching her as she expertly twirled the Chakram on her index finger before throwing it powerfully with a simple flick of her wrist, beheading the dummy on the other side of the room.

He had been watching her for months and he had seen her become more submissive after each beating she received. He had one more test to see if she was his, he was confident she would. He was impressed with how fast she progressed in his programme, even with its changes she was about 9 months ahead of schedule, she would be the Red Rooms greatest creation… the one he could use to expand this once dangerous organisation and raise it from its ashes to an all new glory. He had a feeling of how to bring her powers to light and that was why Jacob was here.

Jacob knew what he had been summoned for was important, he had never been summoned alone. He was terrified his boss had learnt of his meeting at first but he calmed when he realised it was well over a year ago and nothing had occurred since. He was curious and scared at the same time, the silence making his nerves grow each minute. He decided to speak up after he saw Terri pick up her hook swords. She always looked so foreign and lethal with them, he didn't like the sight of the quirky Terri he knew holding them in such a deadly way.

"Is there a something you need sir?" Jacob asked, face still away from the screen. His boss didn't answer straight away, instead admiring the way Terri handled her out of date weapons. The suited her well, The Chinese hook sword were beautifully designed and incredibly unique , the blades were curved into a hook shape at the end which allowed the user to connect the blades by the tip and wield them as a single, long-ranged weapon. The crescent shaped guards were excellent at blocking blows as well as slashing enemies who got too close. The ends of the hilts were sharpened into daggers for stabbing at close range. It was simple yet mysterious, elegant but powerful, strong and lethal, it was her. He watched her dodge and advance upon the moving target about the room with cat like reflexes; he never understood how she managed to leave it until last minute before she moved…

"I need you to prepare the serum and the chamber." He stated to Jacob, eyes still on the screen. Jacobs eyes widened in surprise. It was too early! This wasn't the plan!

"But sir! We don't know if she's ready or was her ability may do or if she's even loyal…" He was clutching at straws but his boss cut him off.

"We are about to go test her loyalty Jacob. I am not worried about that. As for her abilities, well that's why I want to do it today."

"I don't understand sir" Jacob said lamely.

"If a diluted version of the serum unleashed this ability in her then why wont a more powerful versin? Surely it will unleash it fully would it not?" The man said turning to face Jacob. Jacob couldn't really argue his reasoning. "I suppose. Either that or kill her." Jacob said. "What about Gary's training, do you want her stronger before that?"

"He can begin directly after the experiment. She will be weaker then, this is different from the Captains serum. If she is loyal there will be no problem. She will be grateful for the training. Now enough of this, I have made my decision, go prepare it." He said, looking coldly into Jacobs eyes.

"Yes sir. I'll call down now, it should be ready in about 15 minutes." Jacob said, defeated whilst retrieving his phone.

"Good. I need a word with Chase." His boss stated simply as he left the room.

Jacob waited until the coast was clear before dialling the number on his mobile. He waited anxiously for an answer as it rang.

"Romanov." A feminine voice stated through the phone.

"It's happening! I need you now." Jacob said in a low voice.

"Affirmative. On our way." She said before promptly hanging up.

He hoped they got here quick.

I dove to the floor as a final arrow shoot towards me. I don't know if it's an extra sense from the serum but now I always seem to know when something is approaching me, sometimes a little to late but I feel the air change around me, I've come to rely on this intuition a lot more than I probably should have during my training. I was sweating and breathing heavily but that's what you get when you work out for 5 hours straight. I placed my weapons back in there boxes and went to the corner of the red room, which was now permanently my room. I miss Jacob, I should have failed his test, he was always nice to me. I haven't spoken to anyone other than Chase who just yells at me, or the guards who I thank for food that never reply, they weren't my original guards, these were spiteful people who knew I couldn't hit them back…I've stopped rebelling now. I am compliant to every order and instruction. I don't answer back and I keep my face void of everything, especially pain. I have learnt with Chase that if he knows a particular place hurts, even if it's a place he's previously injured, he will aim for it repeatedly. I have become a walking mask.

In all honesty, I know I said that I would let them think I'm broken but that's actually how I feel. I feel crushed, lonely, each second of every day I want to cry but know I can't show that weakness. I go to sleep at night and always hold on to the image of Lilly smiling and my family safe, sometimes it feels so real I can feel the air of the ocean on my body, but just as quick as the images come in my sleep they disappear. Even my dreams want me to be sad. Hopefully I will get a mission in the next few months and start my scheme for escape. I looked at the clock, 4:34 pm…strange. Usually I would have been fed at least twice by now. I skipped dinner last night as I felt sick and my body felt funny, tingly. I quickly showered and redressed into a new set of workout clothes, knowing in a few hours I'll get so bored ill train again.

Despite my vigorous training I haven't lost much weight. My muscles are more toned but my curves are still very much here, I guessed they wanted me to keep my figure and fed me accordingly. Like a human china doll. I sat in my chair in the centre of the room after retrieving my Chakram. I always practice my handling on this weapon as it's so sharp; I injured myself many times with it before I got a hold of the handling. I spun it along my wrist and hand, watching the patterns in the metal swirl into nothing. I chose this weapon when I remembered the project I submitted in my 16th History class on ancient weapons. I found the Indian weapon fascinating as well as beautiful, I felt like Xena when I handled it, I felt powerful and in control. The Hook sword was also in my project and I found it here gathering dust too. The hook sword was a civilian weapon on China, not used by the authorities. It was rebellious and protective so I wanted that also. They both reminded me of home so I knew I had to practice with them. Apparently none of the women here liked to use any of the weapons unless they were guns or throwing knifes. I hated guns. They were a last resort weapon to me. I still and to practice on them of course but I didn't like it.

These weapons however helps me a lot with my aim so although I do not like gun, I am confident I am a sharp shoot. I heard footsteps outside the door before a guard walked in with his gun aimed at me, like he'd have the time… I shook the thought away, disgusted with myself as I placed my Chakram delicately on my lap. Dark thoughts like that seem to occur more than I want. They are calculated and cold, not myself at all, this is how I know they really are beginning to break me…

Boss man walked in after him and I kept my face a mask as I stood and bowed my head.

"Well hello Terri! How are you today?" He said politely, smug smile on his lips. I looked towards him blankly and replied with a simple 'Yes, sir' before he began to make idle chat. I remain where I was as he walked to the far wall of the room, saying how proud he was with my accomplishments. Why is he walking over there? What's he up too?... I held back the urge to narrow my eyes at the man. He is up to something. That's when I heard the scream.

It wasn't a normal scream, it was like a crazy banshee, manic, high pitched and insane, toutured even… I looked at the boss man from the corner of my eye and saw his smile before he put on a shocked act. I see…

I knew what this was. It was test. Since boss man is here it's not a test of fighting ability since he watches that on screens so I've heard, not a test of agility mentally or physically or he wouldn't of placed himself in the corner of the room away from the door, he'd want to make a dramatic exit so he'd remain close to the door for that. The deductions ran through my head as the screaming became louder. It's a loyalty test. I'd have to kill this girl.

I said a prayer for the woman in my mind as she approached the door. I heard grunts and slams against the wall, her taking out the guards I presume. I walked backwards a few steps and aligned myself so I was in front of him in a protective stance. A woman I've never met before barged into the room, a frantic crazed look in her eyes. What have they done to her? As I watched her beat the guards that had walked into the room with boss man I wondered if I would be doing her a favour? What pain was she in? She turned and begun to run toward me, eyes on the man behind my body. I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to her before throwing my Chakram at her. My aim was on target as I watched her head part from her shoulders. I forced my mind to go blank to protect itself. I would put this in the chest at the back of my mind; I can't afford to cry about this. I'd have to kill others before my escape anyway.

The groaning of the surviving guards trying to get up filled the room as I walked to pick up my weapon. I wiped the weapon on my old t-shirt before walking up to boss man. "Are you ok sir?" I asked, false concern filling my voice and features. He smiled calmly at me and replied. "I am perfectly fine. Come with me." I put my weapon away before stepping over the guards and walking out the room behind him.