Anyways, here is the next chapter of the Last Avenger. This is going to be him in prison. Be warned though, since there might be some dark themes, like near rape. So, if you get turned off by that kind of thing, well, you can wait for the next chapter to go up, but this will be integral to how he acts later, and connects to what he says in the beginning of the story.

I went back to my prison cell, with my blank face on, not facing anyone in particular.

Everyone was jeering at me, throwing stuff from their cell.

"How come the kid was able to get out so easily, but not us?! What made him get out?!"

"Stop!" The man said, hitting some of the cells with his baton. "Calm down! Or you'll all go into the slammer!"

Based on what he said, and how everyone reacted, I assumed the slammer was solitary confinement. Everyone stopped talking, and many of them held their breath.

'They must really hate being alone.'

He took me to my cell, the bottom right one, and threw me in.

"You made a hell of a time driving all the way to your house. Stay in the cage, where you belong."

The cell door closed, leaving me with my thoughts.

'Well, I need to get stronger, with or without help.'

I went back to my exercise, doing several push ups, sit ups, and squats over until I got tired of doing them, then switched.

After Dinner, I went towards the prison bathroom, where they let me use a toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Hey, look, it's the kid who broke out."

"He looks pretty scrawny. How was he able to escape?"

"Maybe he planned for it."

The three men started to get uncomfortably close to me.

"Now, I want you to tell me, how did you escape this shithole?"

"It's a shithole? I said, spitting into the basin. "How so? You get free food, even if it is crap, a place to stay, and you get to have the chance to become better."

I started walking away, but then the person slammed me against the back of the bathroom wall, creating a massive hole in the bathroom wall.

"Ow…" My bones broke, but I felt less pain than usual.

It felt like a punch to the gut, rather than my spine shattering, which is what actually happened.

"I said, tell me how to get out of this shithole. Not whether you liked it or not."

"Well, I didn't say I would tell you, did I?" I looked up at him.

I tried walking away, but, for some reason, I couldn't move. I later found out that my spine and spinal cord were sheared.

He kicked my stomach again, and I coughed up my blood onto the floor. I couldn't feel the pain, but I still couldn't move my body, only being able to look up.

I looked at him, anger burning through me.

"Wow. A fiesty one. I think I might have fun fucking it out of him."

'What?'

Then, my mind caught up to what these guys wanted to do to me.

The man stripped himself of his clothing. His friends did the same, and I looked at them, a mixture of fear and anger.

They were ugly bastards. All of them.

Somehow, I regained some semblance of strength, and I kicked him in the balls, and tried running out.

However, then his friends grabbed me, grabbing onto my arm like gripping steel. My wrist shattered, but I couldn't feel it.

"No! Help!" I started strangling out of their grip.

"Hey, a little too fiesty for my liking."

They started kicking me, dislodging my ribs, breaking my hip bone, ankles, and my wrists, again. They stripped me of my clothing, which made me try to escape them, but they didn't let go of me.

"NO!" I screamed. "STOP!"

I started squirming out of their grips, but one of the guys slapped my butt, and I screamed.

"Wow, keep screaming like that, and you might just lose the chance to speak ever again…"

I tried stepping on the people's foot, but that didn't stop them from trying to rape me.

"SOMEONE! HELP ME!"

I screamed out, in hope that one person would come to help me.

Anyone.

Instead, I got a kick.

"SHUT UP, BRAT!"

They kicked my face, breaking my skull into the wall. My head smacked up against my skull. I nearly went comatose from the shock.

"Hey, what's happening here?!" I recognized that voice.

The guard who chased me, stunned me, and threw me into prison again… he was there, and he saw the prisoners trying to rape me, and he was incredibly pissed.

"That's it! You're going into the slammer!"

"NO!" The men said. They tried to push the guard away, and tried even begging. However, the men were tasered. But before the men went unconscious, they said to me, nearly reaching out to me,

"When I come out, you're dead." I tried crawled away, but it was useless, because he grabbed a hand on my now fully healed ankle.

Then, the guards shocked him again, and he went limp. Their eyes closed, and the guards carried them to, what I thought was, solitary confinement.

I cried.

"Stop crying." The guard said, rather hoarsely.

He picked up my clothes in disgust, and helped me stand up.

"Despite what everyone says out here, that's not the first, nor the last time that will happen." He said.

He helped put my clothes back on, as tears filled my eyes. I could finally stand, but I couldn't.

"Look, stop crying, and go back into your cage. You're safer there."

Too afraid to even speak, I nodded.

He dragged me to my cage, and I just laid down on the bed, too shocked to even say anything.

The guard sighed. "Look, if you ever have problems with guys like that, tell me."

I didn't respond. I couldn't respond.

"Anyways, good night. Jeez."

He left, leaving me… alone.

Empty.

I lied down against the cold, dirty prison bed. I looked up at the ceiling for hours, waiting to go to sleep. But I couldn't.

"I'm sorry… that I'm so weak…" I said, trying to talk to someone.

"You guys have gone through worse, through much more than I have… and here I am, crying about something that didn't even finish happening..."

For some reason, my tears didn't stop. In fact, they flowed out more.

"The world…"

My eyes closed, the next though haunting me.

"Really is cruel."

A week passed.

The men who nearly raped me were still nowhere to be seen, but that didn't change how I felt.

Empty.

Broken.

Tired.

Then, a full year had already passed.

I was in my cell, looking down at the floor, when the guard, who refused to tell me his name, appeared in front of my cell door.

"Kid. You have a visitor." He clanked the door, and it opened automatically.

I didn't register him chaining me up, taking me to visit… someone.

Then, when I arrived, I saw… a familiar face.

"So, you're the kid who pissed off Thor?"

I picked up the cell phone, and gently made it to my ear.

It was the man in the red suit. However, everyone knew him as Iron Man. He was what every kid strived to achieve, and what every person wanted to be. I couldn't look at such a man in the eyes.

"Well, that's one hell of an accomplishment, I'll give you that."

He started flipping through papers. "Usually, it takes a super villain to make him mad, not a teenager who's lost his family."

I started crying, uncontrollably, after what happened yesterday.

The man dropped his cool act.

"Hey, you okay kid?"

Closing my eyes, I shook my head.

"No… I'm not…"

After a few seconds, though, my voice came back

"Sorry. I'm just… lonely after my family's death, in here, of all places." I tried clearing my throat, but it didn't really change what I felt.

He nodded, his lips in a thin line.

"Sorry, that wasn't right for me to stay. You've lost a lot, haven't you?" He breathed out on the last sentence, leaning back into his chair.

I slowly nodded, but I refused to let any tears leave my face.

"Well, here I am, trying to make things right." He closed his papers, putting his glasses away.

"I'll get you out by the end of the month. You don't need to stay in this shithole for long." He looked at me during the last line.

For once, I agreed with him.

"Thank you… what should I call you?"

He sighed, and said, "Just call me Tony. No need for formalities or all that crap. Just… Tony."

He left me with my thoughts, but, as I was about to leave, the prison guard said,

"That wasn't your only visitor."

'Huh?'

The door opened again, and I saw… Emma. The orange haired girl who I talked to.

"What? Emma? How did you get in here?" I said through the phone.

"I said I was a friend of yours, and they just let me in." She said in a child-like voice that made me smile.

"I am a friend of yours, right, Rahul…" Her voice lowered, and she looked at my eyes.

"What happened?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" I bit my tongue, trying to keep myself from crying.

'Come on Rahul. Stop being such a pussy. These guys have gone through ten times more than you have. They don't need your sob story.' I told myself.

Then, blood started coming out of my lip, and my eyes poured my frustrations out.

'Why? Why can't I get stronger? Why can't I keep it in?'

"You're saying why can you stop yourself from crying, right?" Emma lost the child voice she had, in favor of a much more jagged one.

I shook my head, tears coming out of my eyes. "I shouldn't be the one crying, I should be fine, waiting to get out of this shithole, and go back home?"

"So why?" She finished my sentence for me.

I was stunned.

"Well, it's because you're human. Humans don't like to go through bad things, do they? Crying releases that pain. You can't bottle pain, at least, for very long." She told me, quietly. She twirled her hair, looking away during the last line. She was talking from experience.

"But, have you continued training?" She looked at me seriously.

"Uh," I tried to think up an excuse, but the only one I knew was the truth.

"No. I gave up. It's been…" I started crying again. "So hard inside here…" I tried to look away from Emma, but she said,

"Listen to me, Rahul." My eyes snapped to hers.

"You can cry. You can feel frustrated. You can be mad. That doesn't make you weak. Giving up makes you weak."

I continued crying, but it slowed. I looked at her determined eyes. "Don't give up who you are. Don't give up the memories you had with your family. Remember it. Keep it. Otherwise, what's the point of fighting? You have to remember it. That is-"

"Something I have to protect." I finished her sentence.

She nodded. "Yeah. No one else will remember your friends and family the way you did. They won't know their weaknesses, their pain, their joy, the way you do."

"Yeah, I know." I nodded, looking down at the floor. "Sorry. I… wasn't strong enough to… push forward…"

"No. You are."

She looked down.

"You have suffered as much as we have." Without even looking at me, she said, "Don't try arguing against me, you have."

She read what I was thinking out of my mind.

"I would have gone insane if Norman and Ray were dead. How you could stay sane … after losing your family three times… and keep your emotions with you..." She forced a smile on her face.

"You are much stronger than I am."

What was in the back of my mind was, 'How did she know?'

But, on the forefront of my mind, I felt bad. I wanted to tell her.

'No. Don't cry. You don't know where the rest of your family is, and you're still fine. You aren't weak for crying about losing your family.'

But, then, I realized that I would be a hypocrite, trying to say she isn't weak for crying about her family.

So, I decided to change the subject, not wanting to upset her any further.

"Though, why did you come here? What about Levi or Hanji, or Annie, or everyone else?"

Her child-like voice emerged again.

"Well, Annie is staying at your house, and Levi won't let her leave out of his sight. Bertholdt is staying with her, and Hanji… well, she's… her." She shuddered.

A small chuckle left my lips. "Yeah."

"I wouldn't want Mr. Levi to get mad again, or more mad than he already is. He's been really worried about you, even if he doesn't say it. So he told me to come, since he trusted me the most, and I agreed."

'Wow. Norman and Ray must have been pissed.' But what she said irked me.

"Levi? What's… what happened to him?"

"Well," She put her hand under her chin. "He's super grouchy now, and a message he kept telling me to say to you,"

She tried to mimic Levi's voice.

"Make sure you keep your cell clean, otherwise, I'll make hell for you once you come back."

It wasn't well done, and made Levi sound like a guy who had hit puberty, and his voice cracking. She sounded like a high schooler with too much angst.

I genuinely laughed, remembering him cleaning everything and everyone when he was in his universe, and even though it didn't erase what happened yesterday, it made me feel more at ease.

"Thank you… Emma. That… made me feel a lot better."

I smiled at her, genuinely, after her imitation of Levi.

"You're welcome! Just make sure you follow his advice."

Then, she darkly looked at the floor. "Don't want him to make us clean the entire house again just because he found a spec of dust."

I chuckled again. "Again, thank you. I will make sure to clean my cell. And… get stronger."

My expression was bittersweet.

"Good."

She reflected my expression, and she slowly left.

The guard walked me back to my cell, and said,

"Kid, you okay?"

I looked at him, right before entering my cell, with a glimmer of hope, that was yet to be extinguished.

"Yeah, I'm better. Thanks for letting me stay longer than usual."

He nodded. "Don't mention it."

He pushed me into the cell, a little lighter than usual, and closed it behind me.

"You're right, Emma." I remember what I thought during my last moment of life.

The rush of people speaking.

Then, there was a blonde woman, one I recognized as Historia. But she talked directly to me.

Then, a headache appeared, trying to think about who it could be, so I just went to sleep.

Then, as I came closer to sleep, I saw two people, one wearing a tracksuit, the other wearing a scout regiment uniform.

Their names were Subaru Natsuki, and Eren Jaeger. Both were people of pain, one forced to see his friends die over and over again, the other who pushed his friends away. However, the thing they held in common was, despite their pain, they kept moving forward

'Like those guys, I have to keep moving forward.'

I cried again that night, but I kept that promise to myself as the night came closer and closer to my eyes. Eventually, I fell asleep.

And that's the seventh chapter. Now, I'm sorry if it seems triggering to see near rape in this story, so, if you guys want, I'll change the rating to M. But, I wanted to keep it teen for now, because that's what I feel the overall rating is. Anyways, I got to work on the Fallen Chef, because, boy, do I have a lot of ideas for the story. Also, for the next chapter of the Last Avenger, I think I'll have to release it in mid to late May, because that is going to be a long chapter. Anyways, Bye!