Eliza woke with a horrible pain in her neck, and her arms, and come to think of it, her legs too. She blinked her eyes open to find she was in a very dark room with no windows and only a large, steel door.

"What the..?"

She realized now why she was in pain. Her arms and legs were tied to a wooden chair and she sat uncomfortably. Glancing around hesitantly, she caught sight of a security camera in the top corner near the door.

This wasn't good.

She tried using her magic, but found herself inexplicably powerless. Then she realized why there was a pain in her neck. Eliza could barely glimpse a large neck collar around her, no doubt the source of her sudden loss of magic.

"Shit."

She remembered now. The walk, the crying, the sudden jab of pain. She must have been tranquilized. Now she was captured. Alone. And probably no one knew yet. That was great.

Suddenly the door opened and a light flew on. It illuminated the small room, showing blood stains on the walls and floors. A stench was now very noticeable and Eliza tried to block it out. Instead, she focused on the newcomer.

It was a woman, not much older than herself. She had medium brown hair that went to her shoulders in curls. Her face was pale and her green eyes piercing. It was the same woman from the crowd in DC.

"Eliza," smirked the woman. Again her voice was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. It had a light British accent.

"Who are you and what do you want," Eliza asked angrily.

The woman chuckled, coming in and shutting the door with an ominous click behind her, "We've met before. A long time ago."

"Do enlighten me."

"All in due time," she smiled, "For now, I wanted to let you know what will be going on here. Originally I was instructed to kidnap an Avengers to force SHIELD to pay ransom. But that was so dull, don't you think? And then I laid eyes on you. Eliza Jade White. The newest Avengers, little sister to the team. And I remembered you. And I wanted revenge."

"Revenge? For what," Eliza asked uncertainly.

"For my sister. You may remember us, from Mrs. Davy's Orphanage."

Uh oh.

"Eliza, I'm Stephanie, and my sister was Chloe."

Chloe. That name would never stop haunting Eliza. Chloe. Chloe had borne the brunt of the attacks Eliza made on the other children. She had been so vulnerable, so little, so easy to pick on.

"Was?"

"She's dead now, rest her soul. Killed herself. And I'm going to make you feel so bad, make you ache and ask for mercy, that you beg to be able to do the same," Stephanie laughed, "And don't worry about your advanced healing capabilities. We've created a serum to counteract that."

The kidnapper stuck her with a needle and Eliza shivered. This wasn't good. She felt colder now. Far more vulnerable.

Stephanie pulled a whip out of her pocket. She gave it a warm smile and then without warning, she swung it as hard as she could at Eliza's face. The girl bit back a scream as the lashes tore through her skin. Then it came again. And again. Each time, leaving behind ugly red burns and cuts.

"So, tough one aren't we," Stephanie smirked, "I'll have you screaming before long."

Eliza was again left in the dark as Stephanie left the room. Her thoughts were consumed by memories of the orphanage. Memories of the things she did. She'd relentlessly bullied the younger girls, mocking their appearance, using her magic to "accidently" trip them. Sometimes even punching and kicking them. She'd seen herself superior because of her magic, strength, and intellect. But she'd been a fool.

Suddenly a high pitched sound filled the room. It was loud, but not to the point where she couldn't think. But it wouldn't go away and soon Eliza was squirming in her seat, trying to find the source and shut it off. But it kept up for at least two hours. By the end, Eliza though she was going insane.

When it finally stopped, she breathed a sigh of relief, but from then on she was hesitant. Would it come back? When would it come back? Would it be louder next time? All these questions filled her mind as she awaited her no doubt impending doom.

When her torturer came back in, she was carrying a gun and several daggers. Without warning, she shot Eliza is in the left leg. Eliza screamed in pain despite her best efforts not to. The pain. It flooded her entire body as she momentarily lost sight. The room seemed to flash white as she sat, before returning to normal. When she regained focus, it was in reaction to a sharp jab in her right arm. And again. And yet again. Her arm was being punctured by sharp knives.

Blood was flowing freely down her body now. Her clothes were stained and the chair was wet from the blood. After a moment of anticipation, Eliza found herself blindfolded.

No longer could she tell when or where the attacks were coming from. She started to panic. She was sure no one was looking for her. Why would they look for a monster? She deserved everything she got. After all, someone had killed herself because of what Eliza had done. Her first ever family was ashamed of her. And the Avengers- she'd only known them for a few weeks.

Then her thoughts drifted back to Barton and Romanoff. They liked her well enough. Of course, they really didn't know her. But perhaps they would look for her. After all, don't waste a good agent in training! She had to be strong for them. So she bit her lip and awaited the coming storm.

She felt a searing pain across her face and chest as she was struck with a whip again. But this time, the whip had tiny metal spikes out in which ripped into her skin. Over and over she was whipped, her shirt in shreds by the end of it so only her bra was intact. Her face was a mess- blood was everywhere and cuts crisscrossed her face. Eliza looked like hell.

She was left blindfolded even when Stephanie left the room. She couldn't move. The pain was excruciating, to the point where her leg that had been shot was practically numb. Nevertheless, a searing, burning pain was ever present in the exit and entry hole and blood was streaming down her leg.

She wasn't going to lie- she was scared to death.

Stephanie didn't reappear until many hours later. Eliza wasn't sure, but she guessed it was something like evening of that day. When she did come in, Eliza was surprised when her blindfold was taken off. The light was on and in front of her on a small table sat a laptop. She turned white as she realized what was probably about to happen.

Stephanie clicked several buttons and then moved behind Eliza.

"This is Agent Maverick of STING. We are currently holding one of your people hostage."