The sound of power tools in use became a less frequent and the stomp of men's boots died out as the Sun rose above the sky. Most men were preparing for the next step in the plan, others were scientists who were helping Dr. Selvig with his work. Adira enjoyed the less turbulent atmosphere, but it still wasn't what she wanted. She needed to devise a plan of escape.
She hopped off her bed and searched around the prison for any fractures or weak spots it may have. She rubbed her fingers along the walls, slowly, careful not to miss anything. "Nothing." She sighed. Okay, think... there's always a way out. She sat on her bed, staring off into empty space and biting her lip as she thought. Air.
"That's it." She said excitedly. "The oxygen in the room has to circulate somehow otherwise I would have suffocated by now." She looked up at the ceiling searching for an air vent, the ceiling was made up of concrete and there was no air vent in sight. She then proceeded to search on the floor even looking underneath the bed. Years of training with Director Fury, Agent Coulson, Burton and countless others for what? I can't even figure my way out of a stupid glass box. She thought as she sat against the wall. "Freaking magic." She said.
For hours she stayed sitting in the corner at the wall. Wondering. Thinking. Meditating. Stuck in a place of her own, the outsides distractions were no longer heard, the emptying of her mind was serene bliss. It wasn't until the sound of an unlocking door yanked her back to cruel reality. The man was dressed in all black as most of the people were. His eyes were a dark brown, almost as black as his clothing. He had a stubbly chin with bushy eyebrows. His face, and probably the rest of his body, was marked with scars of all sizes. Adira glared him to show she was not pleased with his unarranged presence. He too looked rather annoyed as he opened the door.
"Hello," She said not hiding the fact that she was irritated. "What do you want? I'm a little busy at the moment."
The man scoffed at her closing the door. "You don' look to be doing anything important." He said with a thick Russian accent.
"Of course not to you, arrogant people don't appreciate the art of mediation." She said closing her eyes before breathing in deeply, then exhaling calmly. "And I'm not just meditating."
"Oh, yeah? And what could you be doing?"
"I'm planning my big break out from this prison." She said without a change of tone.
"Good luck," he said sarcastically.
Adira let out a deep sigh showing great annoyance. "What do you want? I'm assuming you didn't come in here to just to harass me."
"Loki wants to know what you'd like to eat for lunch." He said.
"Are you going to give me my meal?" She asked.
"Yes. Who did ya think would bring you your food? Saint Nick?" He said harshly.
Adira abruptly paused her meditating, opening her eyes, surprised. This is perfect! As the moron brings me back my meal I can take him down and discreetly run into the tunnels and find my way out. Adira checked the man before her, he didn't have any large weapons with him, his meaty fists were weapons enough but size means nothing when it comes to tactics.
"Are you going to gawk at me all day or are you going to tell me what you want to eat?" He snapped.
She sweetly smiled at him. "More apples please."
He raised his bushy eyebrow. "Apples? Are you sure?" He rolled his eyes before turning his back to her. "The girl wants apples, I come in here-" He began to mumble under his breath as he left the room shaking his. Oh hush, It's not like you have anything better to do.
The door had closed and once again the only noise she could hear was that of the working scientists.
She didn't resume her meditation, the thought of leaving the unbearable room, seeing the things she missed; the glow of moonlight with the shimmering stars, Fury and his constant worrying for the both of them, how he his rough voice ironically soothed her. Most of all she missed Leala and the way she could say or do anything and make her feel 11 times better with her reassuring smile gave her more determination.
Adira was still sitting in her corner when he sauntered in with a basket full of green, red and yellow apples.
"Oh, you're back." She said in a monotone voice. "Can you please place them on my bed." She demanded in a sweet tone. He gave her a threatening look and unhappily walked over to her bed.
Adira watched him carefully, waiting till his back was turned to her so she could strike. The room's small size gave her an advantage over him, the distance between her and the bed was foot and a half away. In one swift movement she sideswiped the large man, He fell loudly onto the floor, hitting the bed first on his way done. He stumbled to get back on his feet but she hurriedly knocked him over again, with his back on the floor she calcitrate his head. The injury to his obtained was nothing major, only slight bruising and a small concussion.
Adira then searched his body for a useful weapon, one she could use to defend herself incase she was caught. She hadn't discovered one early but it's better to be safe than sorry; seeing that her fists are worthless in a gunfight. She was displeased to find that the only weapon on him was a single pocket knife in the front pocket of his trousers. I suppose something is better than nothing. She thought as she fled the room, which was surprisingly unlocked.
No one was paying attention to her, the escape prisoner. Luckily everyone was concentrating on their work, to please Loki, and the tunnels weren't too far from where she was so getting there unseen was no problem, her problem was how long would it be until they found the unconscious man laying on the floor?
*15 MINUTES LATER*
"Sir!" Barton yelled, running up to Loki, his face spelled distress.
Loki was checking up on one of the scientist's progress when he saw him. "What's wrong Barton?" He asked. "Is the Tesseract all right?"
"Progress on the Tesseract is running smoothly." The moldy air underground caused him to speak as if he was out of breath.
"What is troubling you?"
"It's Adira, sir. She has escaped. We found Igor waking up from unconsciousness."
Loki's face instantly became more serious. "Gather some men, and we'll find her before she finds an exit.
"I wouldn't bother with it. Adira was trained too well, none of these men will be able to touch her, she'll kill them if she has to, we can't risk that." He said. "I would know… I helped train her."
"We mustn't waste time." He said.
"I'll get my bow."
"Take this." He said snagging a gun from one of the armed men. Barton reluctantly accepted it.
"There's only one tunnel near her prison so we'll go through that one first." He said as they ran to the entrance on the tunnel Adira escaped though.
*Somewhere deep into the tunnel*
Prayers were being chanted through her mind, the same verses from the night before, as she traveled through the dark tunnels following the pipelines. The tunnels were completely silent aside from the occasional drop of water coming from the rusty pipes and the sound of scattering paws of vermin. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up, her arms were forming goosebumps and her heart would skip when the shadows of rats appeared and disappeared.
The deeper she went the more anxious she became. She didn't know if anyone had been alarmed of her disappearance or how many people would be chasing after her or the weapons they might use. "I am fearless," she began to whisper to herself. "Although I may enemies coming after me, they cannot touch me, for I am skilled, strong and above all, intelligent." She told herself as she turned her last corner, finding a dim light at the end. Joy covered her face and a grateful smile curved upon her lips.
Her happiness was quickly destroyed when the faint sound of echoing shoes bounced off the tunnel walls. She increased her running pace while trying to be as silent as she could, she paid little attention to the burning sensation in her lungs. They too began to run faster, she wasn't silent enough, they heard her now they are more determined to catch up.
When she ran out of the tunnel she realised why the light wasn't as bright as it should be; the tunnel led to an abandoned factory. Adira didn't stop running, no matter how lost she felt she had to continue moving. Feverishly looking around for a place to hid she found a stack of large boxes sitting in the corner to her left. As she crawled behind them (because climbing in and out of them would take too much time, especially if she had to make a hasty escape)
Loki and Barton ran out of the tunnels as soon as she sat behind the pile of boxes. She noticed a narrow crack between two boxes but the fear of Barton noticing her eye was much greater than her curiosity.
"Did you see where she went?" Barton asked, gasping for cleaner air.
"No, it's best if we look in separate areas. I shall explore over here and you will continue the search over there." Loki said not the least bit tired. To make the sear more efficient and quick, Loki multiplied himself then walked in different directions.
Instead of freaking out which would cause her heart to race and her thoughts to fog, she remain calm thinking of escape strategies. Waiting would do her no good, one of them would soon realize the large stack of boxes in the corner and go to investigate. But maybe waiting was the best thing to do.
She stayed in her spot, still as a dead man.
"Maybe she escaped outside!" Barton frustratedly called out. The Loki's agreed and the reassuring sound of feet rushing away bounced off the wall. She was left sitting alone, still too afraid to move. They're going to come back.
Thirty minutes crawled by and still, nothing. Everything felt too quiet.
"Adira!" A worried, high pitched voice called out. Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat, it certainly was not Loki nor Barton. "Adira! Where are you!" She knew that voice anywhere, but how could it be? Leala? She thought to herself in disbelief. She peered through the small crack between the boxes to see her sister ambling around searching for her hidden sister.
"Leala?" She called out still too afraid to move.
"Adira? Where are you speaking from?"
She cautiously emerged from the boxes. Her face lit up once again. "Leala! It is you" She yelled more excitedly, running to her a tear escaping her eye. "Oh thank God," Adira ran to Leala tackling her with a hug. The muscles in her face felt stiff with how big her smile was at that moment. "How did you find me?" She asked, burying her face in her shoulder.
"Simple, she said. "All I had to do was reveal myself and well you did the rest."
Adira abruptly paused the hug fest, and the look of horror replace happiness. "What?" Leala smiled menacingly. Adira's heart dropped and she pushed away from the imposter. "You're not-." I shouldn't have done that.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice earlier." She said, morphing back into Loki. Adira's eyes grew with disbelief. She then used her knife and tried injuring him but he jumped back before she could cause any damage. He cockly smiled at her. "I'm afraid you'll have to be quicker than that."
"Oh I am," she replied before sideswiping him like she did with the Russian guard, causing Loki to fall backward landing with a solid thud. She picked herself back up and proceeded to flee deeper into the factory.
However, before she was able to get anywhere Barton appeared from behind from one of the machines grabbing her, buying Loki time to stand up and cast a sleeping spell on her. "Not today," she said. Adira wasn't going to give up so easily. She fumbled to grasp her pocket knife before thrusting it into his thigh. He recoiled back in pain falling to the floor, Adia then broke from his tight grip but to no avail, Loki was up and had casted a spell her way causing her to collapsed to the ground clumsily.
Loki walked his way to Barton who lay on the floor applying pressure to his bleeding leg. He crouched down next to him, examining his wound as Barton moaned in pain. "Move your hand." Loki spoke, Barton did so revealing a medium sized gash.
"Can you heal it?" He asked worriedly?
"Of course I can." Loki said as he placed his hand on his thigh and sealed the wound.
"Thank you, sir."
Loki nodded his head, accepting his thanks. "I'll carry her to her prison cell. I need you to gather some men to watch her. I do not wish to repeat this situation."
"Of course." He said, running out of the factory and into the tunnel.
He looked down upon the sleeping girl who laid face down on the floor. He gently turned her over to see her face wasn't damaged at all from the fall. That's rather peculiar. I would have thought a midgardian would be bleeding from a fall like her's. He sighed to himself, pushing his previous thought to the back of his head. Loki then benevolently picked her up, carrying her into the tunnels.
((Sorry it took forever to do this chapter I've been caught up in school work. But with me being on Thanksgiving Break I have time to write :) Hope ya'll liked this chapter feel free to comment whatever you like.))