Here it is- Early as promised. Thanks again T. Rycbar for helping and I'd also like to dedicate this chapter to my fellow supernatural fans (If you know, you know). This chapter has explicit descriptions of violence and torture through blunt force and electrocution. If you aren't comfortable with these topics, feel free to skip to the end where I will make a summery for you. :)

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Happy sat with the bags, checking his watch. Only three minutes had gone by, and he was not really all that willing to go knocking on the door to the ladies room if the kid went over her time limit. He didn't like her all that much, but he would still feel terrible if something did happen to her.

He checked his watch again. It was getting dangerously close to 5 minutes.

Happy resisted the urge to sigh. What was taking so long? Finally, the watch struck the five minute mark, and he slung the bag over his shoulder, bracing himself before knocking on the door to the women's bathroom. No response. He tried again, louder this time in the hope that she just hadn't heard him. After waiting outside the door for a good 20 seconds, he pushed the door open slightly.

"Lincoln?"

No response.

He opened up the door all the way and his heart sunk. The bathroom was empty. He quickly checked in all the stalls before the blue tint of a stress ball printed like the earth caught his eye. There was no way she would go anywhere without it.

Damn it.

He snatched the item off the floor and practically ran out of the bathroom looking down the hall in both directions. At the end of the hallway was a red exit sign, and Happy rushed to it, pulling his handgun out of its holster as he went. But he was too late. He opened the door to reveal the mostly-empty parking lot and, more notably, the limp form of the teen he was supposed to protect being shoved into the trunk of a car by one of the most innocent-looking ladies he'd ever seen.

She looked up when he stepped out onto the parking lot, and immediately slammed the trunk shut, jumping into the driver's seat in a flash. Happy bolted over to the car, raising his firearm and popping off a couple of shots in an attempt to blow out a tire. The car had already taken off across the parking lot and all his shots missed their mark. Happy resisted the urge to continue firing when the car made it out of his immediate range. At that distance, he had a better chance of hitting the kid in the trunk than one of the tires.

He cursed under his breath and climbed into the car that he had driven there. "Jarvis, I need you to find a car for me. License plate number 847-5F32. It's a Nevada plate."

"I'm sorry there doesn't seem to be any record-"

"Shit. Call Tony." He tried to start the car but it only sputtered and coughed.

Tony's voice rang through the speakers, almost bored. "What?"

"Some lady came and kidnapped the kid. Jarvis can't find the license plate in any records."

"I left you with her for 30 minutes and you already managed to get her kidnapped? What were you doing?!" Tony demanded, voice tinged in panic.

Happy's eye caught something under the wheel and he ducked down to see several wires had been slashed.

"Stupid bitch cut the ignition," he growled, slamming his hands down on the dashboard. "I let her go to the bathroom. In those five minutes some old lady managed to drug her up and drag her out to a car."

"Dammit," Tony cursed, a faint slamming noise registering over the phone. "I'm on my way."

The click of him hanging up the phone accentuated his words, and Happy immediately dropped down below the wheel and started twisting the wires back together as best he could.

One job. I had one job.

Owwww. I resisted the urge to groan as my neck cracked when I lifted my head.

My entire back ached heavily from being bent in an awkward position and burned in protest when I rolled my shoulders back in an effort to stretch it. When trying to raise my hand to rub the knot out of my shoulder, it stopped short. I blinked my eyes open at the musty room of…concrete…and frowned, looking around. My hands and ankles were tied to a chair that I was currently sitting in. There was a large metal door maybe two yards in front of me and a very generic security camera on the corner ceiling to my left.

What the...ohhhh.

I had very little time to recount the memory of being drugged in a mall bathroom as a loud latch clicked on the door. I froze in my place and swallowed thickly, fearful of what was in store.

The man who walked through wasn't actually as intimidating as I had expected and I furrowed my brow at him. He was maybe six feet in height but a rather wiry guy. He didn't look like the kind of dude who'd visited a gym more than once in his life, nor did he appear to have eaten since the age of ten. I guess it was just the sinister smile that put me on edge with him.

"Hiya Birdie."

I cringed at the nickname. Tony called me that. It was a cute name up until this dude used it. I didn't particularly like how he used it either.

Creep alert… I looked him up and down suspiciously before passing a glance behind him to see out the door. Where's Happy when you need him?

The man shut the door, leaving too much to my imagination. "Don't be getting ideas. There's two sentries right outside that door, along with another four guarding the exit."

"Telling your enemies how much manpower you have - not a smart move." I said, feeling my chest begin to tighten in panic.

"Oh, hun, I'm not your enemy," he smiled, crouching down to be closer to my eye level. "Not if you play your cards right."

I kept my gaze fixed on his eyes, trying to determine the level of threat he might pose to me. But the dude was like a blank slate - for all that weird creepy charisma, he had a tight lid on his underlying emotions. All I could figure out from his cold stare was how incredibly helpless I was at the moment. That, and how condescending I found his show of crouching in front of me like I was a child. It was like he was trying to make me unnerved. Unfortunately, it was working.

"You see, we read up a little on you when Fury made that cute little file. That was right before he kicked us out of SHIELD." He scowled now, his outward mood changing just a tad too quickly to be considered sane.

"You know, I was thinking to myself," he fake-pondered as he stood and began pacing in front of me. "How could 60 years of undetected and careful work get kicked down the drain in one day? So, I put a few pieces together and found our common denominator."

"Congrats on graduating first grade math." I grumbled, rolling my eyes and trying to be nonchalant. It was a difficult situation to stay calm in though.

"Hm," He hummed, reaching out to caress my cheek. I quickly jerked my head away from his touch only for his opposite hand to come down hard on my face. "That was for ratting on things you didn't understand."

I sucked in a short breath and felt the sting of tears at the corner of my eyes. The stinging pain of being slapped resonated across my face while I processed this situation a lot faster.

Okay, so this isn't a social call. That hurt.

"Now, how about we start with the question you didn't get to answer for Fury when you so kindly turned off our cameras. How far into the future do you know?" He asked, face getting uncomfortably close to my own.

My heart leapt into my throat and I kept my jaw clenched shut. No way in hell was I giving up anything. Hydra was the last squad in this world that I wanted to have my knowledge. Not to mention, I had no clue how my knowledge translated when played out, since I haven't been here long enough to know what effect I've had on the timeline already. For all I know, talking to this clown - even with what used to be harmless information - could get any number of people killed.

Alrighty, creep-o, how about we play the quiet game?

I tried detaching myself from my physical state like Ellie had made me do when she went through a witch phase, and in the process, ignored the problem at hand. It had worked before I was sure I could do it a-

A harder hit across my face followed by a similar question jarred me out of my attempt at meditation. I bit back tears and tried again, staring at one point on the floor. My mind started to fog over and I could just barely see past the floor to where I actually wanted to be.

He asked a third time, but ignored him and let tears fall while I buried myself in my head. He gripped my face rather harshly in annoyance. The thumb pressing into the forming bruise on the side of my face adding a pinching pain to the stinging. This may hurt, but there was no way in hell I was going to give them what they wanted. I'd sooner die than put more people at risk.

I barely registered him trying to look into my eyes while I stared dead ahead.

I guess shutting down is a good method-

An eruption of pain in my gut quickly shut down that idea.

"Son of a-" I groaned, doubling over as best I could (You know- tied to a chair) as Creep flexed his still-clenched fist just in my line of sight. My eyes dotted over from the pain and I felt my abdomen screaming at me in a sickly protest.

Creep smiled, seeming pleased to finally draw a response from me and whistled into the camera. He took a few steps back as two guards came through the door and started untying me from the chair. I got up and attempted to go for the open door, but was quickly kicked to the ground and dragged to the back of the room, my elbows skinning on the concrete along the way. One sentry slapped cuffs around my hands and tried to raise them above my head to clip them to something.

Oh, hell no.

I kicked at him and pulled my arms back down, only to be met with another punch to the gut. This one must have fallen short of it's target because it hit me in the ribs instead, knocking the wind out of my chest briefly. I gasped in pain and coughed, working to catch my breath as the weight holding down my lungs dissipated. Before I had a chance to recover and fight back again, my hands were yanked above my head and clipped onto something. I tried to pull them back down but found that they were very stuck. The guards smirked at each other and turned to leave me in the room with my friend Creep.

The wiry agent - or terrorist, depending on your point of view - stepped closer while I breathed heavily from the attack on my diaphragm. I jerked my head away as a clammy hand suddenly brushed my face again, but my efforts were only rewarded with another slap. But this time I didn't start tearing up at the assault. This time, I felt a seed of anger begin to grow. I was pissed. At them for tying me up and hitting me repeatedly, at myself for letting my guard down with that crazy old lady, at Tony for making me go buy essential clothing items. But most of all, I was pissed at the skinny man standing in front of me with an sick smile on his face as he watched me choke on thin air.

That little...

He raised an eyebrow at my silent fuming, almost contemplating my reaction for a moment, before apparently seeing all he needed.

"Let me know when you're ready to talk," he nodded to himself. Then, he turned on his heel and left, the door clicking softly shut behind him. And just like that, I was alone.

I hate boredom. As someone who constantly needs to have things to do, this was almost worse than when Creep was taunting me. Now, boredom with an unstable nut-job just one room away? That's just cruel. My head was already aching from the different locations of hurt around my body, so adding psychological torture to the list wasn't nice.

So there I stood, tied to a wall with my anger dying out now that he was out of sight. I was a spiteful person, but spite can only keep me quiet for so long. In all honesty, I was terrified. Terrified that I might break and cause the death of thousands. I had way too much in my head and in one selfish moment, I wished that it was someone else. That maybe someone else could have been more unlucky than me. I wasn't built for this shit. Natasha maybe, but not me.

With no one left in the room to watch me, I let a few tears slide down my face and rubbed them off on my shoulder.

I hate this reality. Why couldn't I have just held it till we got back to Malibu?

"Stark lost a human weapon of mass destruction." Fury started, standing in the front of the room. "We don't know what that means, nor do we know the extent of it's knowledge. Now, Hydra has no problem using extraordinary measures to get that information. Right now, we are placing our hopes in its ability to keep its mouth shut."

"You can call her a 'she' you know." Tony grumbled, crossing his arms. "She's not an alien."

"You don't know that." Steve shot back, getting a roll of the eyes from Tony.

Banner beat his snarky response though. "Actually we do. Lincoln's DNA is human. And...she's a 'she'. It's really not that difficult. I mean, I don't want to antagonize, but calling her an 'it' is a little degrading."

Tony nodded slightly in approval. He and Banner had been working more closely with the kid over the one week that they had her. It was a little irritating when they talked about her like she was some threat to them. After a week of observations, Tony could confidently say that the kid was most certainly not a threat to them - at least, not a conscious one. Anyone with powers has the potential to...lose control of said abilities once in a while. Hell, most of the Avengers have had their share of breakdowns in the past, including Tony and Bruce, so they weren't really in the best position to judge. Still, Tony had a hard time visualizing the same kid who fell down the stairs after getting distracted by a weird bird in Malibu going darkside and deciding to blow up Manhattan anytime soon.

"Thank you for that, Dr. Banner." Fury stared them all down, effectively shutting them up. "Regardless of pronouns, it's dangerous and in the hands of the very pissed off enemy. We have to act fast."

"Yeah," Clint scoffed bitterly, "It's already been four days. If she's lucky, she'll be dead by now."

Tony felt his heart lurch at the thought. Granted it had only been a week, but he'd feel bad if she got killed. She was just a kid, after all. No matter how annoying he found her. He exchanged uneasy glances with Banner, who, by the looks of it, was thinking along the same lines as him.

"They won't kill her." Natasha added, apathetic as always. "She has something they want. Hydra will keep her for as long as she's useful."

"That's why I said she'd be lucky."

"Just find out where she is and retrieve her." Fury ordered, looking around at them. "Dismissed."

Tony got to his feet with an annoyed groan. "What are we, soldiers? Honestly. Dismissed," he chortled, leaving the room. "So serious."

My mind shut separated almost on command now when the threat of pain was present. I had gotten significantly better at the 'meditation' after the first day.

Ellie would be proud...or, maybe not. She's dead. The first day…how long ago was that? I frowned at nothing and tried to remember. That was probably one of the less fun sides of spacing out aside from waking up with throbbing pain and bruises.

It was helpful though. Every time there was a chance of torture, I floated away to a self-created room in my head and waited it out. Each session of getting beat up was recorded like a TV episode and then locked in a cleverly constructed cardboard box that lived on one side of the room. I had to ignore the previous experience to be able to get through the next with a fresh mind. In this way, I did what I could to avoid spilling any secrets no matter how much I wanted to at times.

What day is it anyway? I thought again, watching the metal door. I was taken Tuesday, but there were no windows, so there was no way to tell if one or even 18 days had passed already.

I got a few meals, but with the combination of my own spite and aching gut, I couldn't bring myself to eat much of any of them. So, I couldn't count them. Something I had no trouble counting though, were the metaphysical cardboard boxes in my head. If they came in once a day, it would be 18 days from 18 boxes stored away in my mind, but that never sounded right. After a lot of confusion and no answers, I gave up and just waited.

I would be lying if I said that I wasn't scared for whatever was coming next. Winnie Boy, the boss man, had told me after the last beating that they would be coming back with something- and I quote- "a little more persuasive", so that was enough to set off my nerves.

Spinning the spokes on the handcuffs was starting to lose it's entertaining factor so I resorted to watching the light below the door. The sound of walking on the outside of the door had long since stopped several hours ago, so I made the fair assumption that it was night or close to it. Generally people are less active at night, so if I counted the times outside the door when quiet, I would make the supposition that I had been here for ten days. Then again, that didn't match up with any of my other data, so it was just an added number to a group of unmatching ones. In all fairness though, I wasn't really sure if I could think properly anymore due to the new lack of brain cells in my head. My data was probably tainted.

The familiar click of the latch on the door opening had my head shifting up to see. I squinted at the light streaming into the room and made out two figures before the real lights were unceremoniously flicked on. I blinked away the brightness of it while my eyes adjusted and actually identified the figures.

Winnie (as I liked to call him now), walked ahead of a sentry with a cart.

Oh, carts are never good. That one looks old too.

I mentally prepared myself to run into my headspace right after I was done telling him off and squared my shoulders against the wall. He nodded at the other man, signalling him to attach me to the wall again. I kicked weakly at him when he did so, but my lack of strength held me back from even hitting him. It was a little pathetic.

Winnie started with a dispassionate tone. "We came with a special treat for you today."

"Well it's nice to know you still care." I croaked, my gut was twisting uncomfortably while my shoulders ached from being raised above my head again.

"Would you like me to explain it to you or would you prefer to learn from experience?" He asked, gesturing vaguely at the cart.

I frowned at the contraption. As far as I could tell, there were two wires connected to what looked like a battery. It didn't take a genius to figure this one out.

Nope. No way in hell am I sticking around for this. With a small shrug, I tried to stand up straighter in preparation.

"Explain it. I'm rather dull." I hummed, coughing right after and hoping to get enough of a stall to prepare myself for the event.

"I thought you were a visual learner?"

He smiled at me while the sentry peeled something off the end of the wire. Then, he grabbed the two ends and lifted up my shirt enough to stick one on my stomach. After he was satisfied with the one white patch, he stuck the other on my sternum. Which is-

Hello? Dangerously close to my boob, pervert.

"Why does everyone decide the best way to get information is through torture?" I asked, only to cough again from the scratchiness of my dehydrated throat.

"It's only torture if you let it get to that point." He replied simply, brushing his fingers over the top of the cart.

"Ooh, kinky." I giggled.

I wasn't paying attention when it happened. My teeth clenched together and I almost gasped, but no air entered my lungs. I could feel the stiffening of my spine and body while my heart threatened to burst at the burning pain that wracked across my joints and chest. It was over almost as soon as it started and I hadn't had a chance to drift away. I sucked in several laboring breaths, working to catch my breath.

Fuck, that hurt. Time to go away.

"So I have some questions for today." He started, putting his hand dangerously close to the button he just pressed. "Let's start easy. Where are you from?"

I fell into my head trying desperately to pull away from the room, but it wasn't working.

Why isn't it working? My silence got me another shock that had me jolt hard enough to hit my head on the back wall. My eyes swam over with dots of pain. Stop it.

"Please stop." I whimpered out, tears starting in my eyes.

I didn't want to have to fight this. I knew that I had given up on being saved a while ago, but this was horrible. With my last shred of sanity, I begged for someone to find me. For someone to show up last minute and get me before it was too late.

"Are you from Earth?"

Oh, come on. You can't say that and expect me not to answer with- "No, I'm from Missouri."

"Oh, look, now we're finally getting somewhere." He nodded, only faltering when he saw my smile.

"No," I started laughing a little harder despite my throat. "No, sorry, I was making a reference."

He glared and pressed down on the button sending another wave of electricity through me. I gritted my teeth and my left leg pressed hard on the ground.

Fuck. Fuck. Why isn't it stopping? He kept pressing and I...couldn't breathe. He was suffocating me. I was going to die.

I writhed around. Stop it. Stop it please!

I couldn't cry. I couldn't scream. My lungs wouldn't allow it. Stop it! Stop! Time slowed and I was left with my face contorted in pain. I couldn't choke. Stop it! I felt something in my chest rising through the pain. A tingle up my spine over the shocks that were digging into my joints. STOP!

Then, a flash of light and a loud crack enveloped the room, bringing everything to a halt.

I gasped for breath and choked out a sob when the shocking ended. My knees and shoulders going weak and leaving me hanging openly on the wall, aching while my back slowly returned to its original sore pain. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes just yet.

After a few pain inducing sobs shook their way through my system, I quieted myself to more ragged breaths. I expected more questions, but when I opened my eyes, Winnie stood back looking scared. On the floor beside him was the slumped Sentry who originally stood watching with glee and a smoking cart.

"What...are you?" He whispered, taking more steps backwards towards the door until a loud gunshot sound made him jump fearfully.

He turned quickly, barely passing me another glance as he stole the gun off the sentry and peeked into the hall. More gunshots sent a spike of panic through my heart while I continued to try and catch my breath. Winnie threw the door open and bolted, gun up and pointed in front of him as he went. Whoever was coming wasn't fast enough to see the fleeing man as he turned left down another hall.

"Winnie, Winnie." I chuckled at the name I had given to him. My head still pulsated in pain and I resorted to trying to retreat back to my room.

Voices were coming from the door and I just giggled some more.

Wouldn't it just be so funny if another bad group decided they wanted my information more than Hydra? My arms fell down in front of me and someone was talking, but I couldn't quite hear the voice over my own giggling. I couldn't bring myself to look at this new person either.

"Winnie, Winnie. Didn't win, did he?" I laughed harder at the rhyme and didn't fight when the new person picked me up. I was tired of fighting.

Winnie, Winnie...

For all you babes who skipped to the end-

Essentially what happened was Lincoln got tortured by Hydra for information and she didn't give in (thank god). Steve still doesn't trust her and Fury dislikes her a lot. Anyways, Winnie (Our main evil man who tortures her) uses electrocution near the end to try and be more persuasive and she 'short's out' and uses her powers to break the machine and kill a Hydra guard. She didn't mean to, it was completely accidental, but it happened and now Winnie is afraid of her. The Avengers come to the rescue immediately afterwards and so she isn't stuck in there after the horrible experience.

Thanks! Stay healthy and not panicked my dears. :)