The jet flew over the supposed base of the HYDRA base. It was a laundromat, with all the research in the basement.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Asked Clint.
"No, we just flew over some random, unusually large laundromat." Responded Iron-Man.
"Oh, Well can we get going already. We don't have all day." Responded the archer. Natasha gave him an eye roll. "Oh, you were being sarcastic. It's sunken into your normal voice."
"Sometimes, I wish I could push you out of this plane, Barton."
"Me too."
"Where are we landing?" Asked the archer, readying his bow.
"In a field not too far from here. Now, does everyone know the plan?"
"Since when were you big on plans, Tony?"
"I dunno. Since… Since plan 'go easy on them' didn't work."
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Anna noticed the rush that seemed to be present in wherever she was today. It started after one 'test period,' as she called them. Everybody was grabbing things, locking things. She heard a crash, and everybody ran to one place. Where the crash was coming from, she guessed. For a second, time froze in place as the door to her cell opened. In the rush, somebody punched her, as she fell out of consciousness.
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Iron man and Iron Patriot broke part of the wall, with a powerful blast. Everybody readied defenses, shooting, well, only somewhat powerful blasts compared to what the two Iron-men had. All defenses were engaged against them, as Clint and Natasha began to sneak into the base.
"You see, Hawkeye, I did, in fact, make it easier for you." Said the armored hero.
"Yeah, yeah. Now, can we get on with this?" Responded the archer.
"I have an idea."
"Okay, so? We don't have much time…" The archer said, trying to find an empty space where they won't be blasted.
"Pretend to work there! Try to communicate with them."
"Pshh, You know I can't speak russian!"
" I can," Interrupted Natasha. "But they'll recognize us."
"Right. Pretend to until they notice, then… then just annihilate them, whatever." Said Tony, following a blast.
"Got it. I could have thought of that."
"Well, you didn't so, thank me."
"Stark yo-"
"Hey," Interrupted Clint, "sorry to interrupt your little idea-fest, but I found an entrance." The archer motined by a hole in the wall.
Carefully, the pair snuck in. The space was dead silent. It was so much bigger on the inside. Natasha gently leaned against a wall. "No wonder Wanda doesn't want to face here… What a place to work."
Clint smirked. "I'd bet the paychecks are horrible." He suddenly looked around in surprise. "Did you hear that?"
"Yes." Responded the assassin "There are still people in here."
Suddenly, there was a shot and both dropped to the ground. Upon getting up, a worker yelled in a foreign language.
"Vzlomshik! Ubey ikh!" Yelled the voice.
"Hey!" Responded Natasha. She tilted her head in charm, yet still enough to see her potential. "My ne promyshlenniki. My takiye, kak vy, my novyye. Ne nuzhno strelyat', dorogaya."
She leant in closer to the man, and punched him in the face.
"Now, Hawkeye!"
Clint rushed passed the guards and fired three arrows at once. They fell to the ground with a groan.
"That all?"
"I hope, Hawkeye."
"Can we get going, please."
"Not until we find the kid."
"Hey, look." Clint motioned to a cell with what seemed to be a body, hopefully living, lying there.
" Do you think that's her?"
"No, I think that it's my ex girlfriend."
Natasha gently punched the archer in the shoulder. "Just making sure."
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A cold sensation hit a younger version of Anna. She continued to walk into the water, as she heard a voice behind her.
" Annah! Come and pway with me!"
"Yeah, Anna, We're building the most insane sandcastle in the whole world!"
"Okay, Ray and Rain. Coming!" The younger Anna rushed over to the darish beach sand."Whaddya want me to do?"
"Go and get some seashells." Rain motioned towards the shore, which was now covered in seashells.
"And get some sticks for a supah fence!" Ray jumped onto the partially finished sandcastle.
"Rayyy! You ruined it! Now we have to start over!" Pouted Rain.
"Sawwy. It's almost night time, so we should go anyways…"
Anna looked to the lake, which now had a better purpley color because of the sun setting. Weirdly enough, a few minutes before, it was bright and sunny.
"Yeah Rain, Ray is right." Younger Anna tried to pick Rain off the ground. SHe saw her father sitting on a picnic bench. Anna made contact with his dark, loving eyes. He winked at Anna, and she smiled at him.
"Come on Anna, Rain, and Ray. It's time to go home." He got up from the table, dusting off the sand from his light blue shirt.
"I'm all sandy, daddy." Rain pouted once again. Anna, surprisingly was not. Ray, who was squirming from the hand of his father, was also very much covered in sand.
"Okie-Dokie, Anna, go and change with your sister, and I'll take Ray."
"Okay, Dad." Responded the young Anna.
Almost instantly, Rain was changed into her normal clothes. The four were now in the car, ready to go. They began to drive, as the stars appeared from the dark sky. Ray and Rain were asleep and Anna looked at the shining stars. She saw one fly across the sky, but only for a second. She gasped at the shooting star.
Her father looked at her through the rearview mirror.
" I love you, Anna."
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She was floating. It was dark. Everything still hurt.
But not that much.
It was dark because her eyes were closed.
Ohh.
She wanted to stay like this. It was comfortable.
But wherever she is, or was, is definitely not comfortable.
Was she dead?
I must be dead, she thought. Or at least almost dead.
But she could open her eyes. So, no. not dead.
She opened her eyes, and brightness stung her eyes. There was no headache with the brightness, however. She saw a lady. Light skin and red hair, and a surprised expression. She decided to close her eyes again. As much as she wanted to see what was happening, she was overpowered by fatigue. She closed her eyes.
"Hey, guys, I think she woke up!" Said an excited female voice.
Footsteps, then she heard a male voice. "No, she's not. Look she's still sound asleep."
"But I swear… Nevermind, Clint."
"How much more time until we get back to the place?"
"A few hours."
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There was a different feel to this room. Very different indeed. The was light, but not sunlight. If it were sunlight, she'd be able to see bright orange light streaks behind her closed eyelids. Her arms hurt, actually everything still hurt for that matter, but there was not that usual heaviness around her wrists as there had been the past week.
No shackles. That was a good sign.
She was lying down, and she felt as she was floating. Her world was calm, until she heard glass shatter. A There was no sunlight, but the room seemed bright. She blinked a lot, then realised that she was lying on a bed. Gently turning her head, she could see that there was an I.V attached to her wrist.
A hospital, she thought.
I'm in a hospital.
Thoughts blew through her head, ones of relief, but most of confusion, mainly because she didn't know where in the hell of the world she was.
She tried to push up, using her arms, but they fell back down. They were too weak. She tried again with the same results. She was going to be here for a while.
But she didn't mind.
Something about here just felt good, she could actually think straight. It felt like you were floating so long, and you forgot what the ground felt like. You had experienced it before, but it felt so different.
She could hear shuffling noises as people cleaned up the supposed glass on the ground, and a yells, like:
"Barton!" It was a male voice. She wasn't sure how she'd heard it before. It reminded her of the television, for some weird reason.
"My bow knocked it over, not me!" Followed by a chuckle. It was also a male voice, but different and not recognisable.
"Clint. How can you be so precise with that, and knock down a vial by accident?" It was a Female voice, the same one that was begging to appear in her memory.
"Ahhh, just another one of my superpowers." Apparently his name was Clint.
"Sure,"
"I'm going to check on the kid, Anna. She hasn't woken up fully yet."
"Make sure she's not dead?" Joked Clint.
She sounded unamused by this joke. "Yeah, Clint."
"You know Nat, for a person with your history, I didn't think you'd care much for a kid."
"Same with you. Ever since that airport thing, and since that new hero-guy, Spiderman? Came into light, so have you. I'd bet if you'd seen that news in 2012, you would have looked it over with a laugh for sorrow, and a heartless reminder to go blow up some HYDRA bases." It was the somewhat familiar voice.
Nat, maybe short for Natasha, that was her name. She decidedly seemed nice.
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Natasha gently opened the door to the medical bay, about to enter, when she heard Tony's voice.
"Hey Natasha, come here for a sec." She knew it would not be a 'sec,' but carefully walked out of the room.'
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A few minutes later, Clint decided to enter the medical bay. He decided that since nobody could go check on her, he would. He sighed as he entered the room. She was sleeping once again. It was nearly two days straight, she had been sleeping. He scanned the bandages across her arms, then trying to imagine how much pain she's been through. He squinted at his imagination, and clenched his fists at the fact on how reluctant he had been to help. He could almost hear Tasha's own voice in his ear.
"Don't do that to yourself, Clint."
He shook his head as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was really large, not nearly fitting her size.
She woke up, her bright eyes meeting his.
"Hey," he said, nonchalantly, as if she hadn't recently been tortured and traumatized. "Can you sit up?"
SHe pushed her arms behind her back, but they ended slipping under her weight and she fell back down on the bed. She shook her head, No.
Clint placed his arms under her shoulders, and made it so she sat up on the bed, as he did with his own kids a thousand times. She smiled a thank-you, but the smile faded as she shifted, as she saw the bandages across her arms.
"You feel alright?" He asked.
That was a stupid question.
What's her name? He asked himself. May-Annalin Colton's. Tasha called her Anna. May-Annalin was a mouthful. Anna stared back at him, with a blank expression.
"I know, that was a stupid question." He ran his finger across her arms, and she squirmed in pain.
"It hurts, May-Annalin, doesn't it?"
She nodded. She closed her eyes in agony.
"You can speak, right?" That sounded wrong. Too much like Stark…
"Y-Yes." She finally said, after about ten long looked around, taking in everything. "Wh-Wh-Where am I?"
Clint tilted his head to the side, not knowing how to explain this. "You're at the medical bay in the Avengers facility, in New-York."
"Oh," She mused speechlessly "How?" She paused for a few quick seconds, seemingly trying to account her thoughts. "How long… have I been here"
"A day and a half. You were sleeping. Do you remember what happened?"
"Yes. I remember everything." She looked around, almost as if the HYDRA base was standing right behind her.
Clint failed to make eye contact, as he tried to calm her down. "You're safe now. When we, uh… helped you, you were on the verge of life and death. Oh and that place, it was a facility by an organization called HYDRA."
"Life dominoes." She murmured. "Everything still hurts," she avowed.
"Everything?"
She nodded weakly. "Head, arms, legs…"
Clint left the room without a word, leaving Anna alone in the Medical bay.
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There were no windows or clocks, but she was somewhat certain that it was almost night. She looked around, trying not to concentrate on her sharp, stabbing pains. Instead, she tried to focus on the person who just came in the medical bay.
That was probably Clint, whom she decided she liked. Was he an Avenger? Why was she in the Avengers Facility? How did he know her name? What was HYDRA? The thoughts swirled in her mind, until Clint came back into the room. He had a half smile and a tray. He brought it over to her. She saw a plastic cup filled with something like water, most likely with medication mixed into it. He placed the tray on to her lap.
"Drink the water, especially."
"Why?"
"I dunno. The nurses said so."
"Why… How... nevermind." She almost asked, deciding not to because… she didn't know why. A gut feeling?
"Okay… I brought you some blueberries. Courtesy of Tony Stark."
"Really!?" She exclaimed, because it was the one and only Tony Stark.
"Yeah, really kiddo. C'mon. You should eat if you want to be able to get up again."
Anna took a sip of the drink. It tasted awful.
"This tastes really awful." She said, before putting another blueberry in her mouth. Clint grabbed a blueberry, threw it, an catched it in her mouth, knowing she could do that.
"Just drink the rest of it. You're halfway done."
Easy for you to say, she thought before drinking the rest of the odd, bitter and powdery water.
She looked down at the I.V attached to her wrist. It didn't feel right.
"Clint," she said, "Can you take this I.V off my wrist?" She asked, using the name she had heard the others call him.
"How do you know my name?"
"I heard the others, the people you were talking to, call you Clint."
She shot a look of surprise at her. "Oh, Okay," He responded nonchalantly "No, I can't take it off. I don't know how."
Anna wanted to argue, but that wouldn't seem to right, with all theses people had done. She clenched her fist, tighter and tighter, and it began to hurt again.
"Can I ask you questions?"
"I'll make you a deal. Wait until a nurse or I don't know, some medical person, wait until they take it off, and you can ask me any question you want, tomorrow okay?"
"Okay." She said, even though she wanted to ask the questions burning in her head that instant.
"Good. Now, according to the nurses, you should be fine in a few days."
She could already feel the effects of the medicine kicking in. She brought in her knees to her stomach, with now only an ache in her legs. She wrapped her arms around her knees, in a more comfortable position. A strange, peaceful feeling washed over her. A feeling as if she belonged here. A feeling of acceptance. Not being in the medical bay, but talking to Clint didn't seem like talking to some higher-up, that would know the Avengers, but a friend, somebody who would care for you. Sheliked Clint the second he, heard him. Not in love way, no, definitely not. She liked his definitive, caring fatherly tone. It reminded her of her very own father.
Her expression must have been different, however, because then Clint said:
"Don't worry. You're gonna be fine. You're safe," he implied, with a pat on the head. "You're safe."
"Can I ask you one question?"
He smiled. "Fine, one question."
"What time is it?"
"It's 12:30 am." He responded. "Can I ask you a question?"
Anna nodded, expressionless "Sure."
"What should I call you? May-Annalin? May? Annalin? An-"
"Anna," she interrupted "Just Anna."
"Okay, Anna. Bye?"
"Bye, Clint."
Argh. Well since its nearly march break, i've been bombarded by projects and stuff. So i kind of forgot. Anyways, i've been reading up about the avengers facility and stuff, and apparently James Rhodes and Vision lives there now. (I know I should have picked it up from CW, but I didn't) Also, I was Black Panther, Which is AWESOME and I highly recommend seeing it. One more thing! If you are writing Fanfics and you have alot to say, only put them at the end. QW5uYQ==
-Wonderous wonder.