Still don't own Avengers or Batman, or Bane. I only own Audrey and her past.

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Loud angry voices jerk me awake. I whimper, trying to get away from the anger, not opening my eyes. When people get angry, they get abusive. The last time They were this mad, They decided to bury me alive for the fun of it.

Hearing Bane's strange voice, memories flash through my mind. Wondering where I am and what happened, my eyes slowly inch open. This bed is soft with comfy pillows under my head. The sheets are silk and feel good on my body.

This room is nice and kind of big. It has a full-sized bed, a nightstand, and a vanity desk with stool. Across from the bed are two open doors. One door leads to a bathroom while the other door leads to a closet. To the right of the bed is a closed door.

The angry voices are coming from outside that door. I sit up, looking all around, trying to find a way out. But there is nothing that I can use to escape. I climb off the bed, stumbling when I notice a manacle around my right ankle, chained to the floor at the end of the bed.

Kicking my foot, hoping to dislodge the chain so I can escape, my eyes stare at the foot. Realizing something, my hands pat down my body, checking for sore spots. My heartbeats slow down, noticing that no part of my body hurts.

Hands grab my shoulders, roughly pushing me to the side and tossing me onto the bed. I yelp out, struggling as the man climbs onto the bed, on top of me. Fear clouds my mind as I struggle against the man, terrified of him.

Barely I realize that his hands are ripping off my dress. My feet struggle to kick him, terrified. His legs quickly go over my thighs, pinning my legs in place, spread wide. My hands beat his chest before one of his hands grab them, pressing them against the mattress above my head.

My heartbeats are sped up in fear. The heart is threatening to pop out of my chest, through the ribcage. Its pounding so loudly that I think everyone can hear it. My mouth dries, no volume for screaming or begging for no pain.

Though I know that I'm not able to speak louder than a whisper, due to throat trauma as a child. That was one side-effect of being buried alive. Another side-effect was having weakened lungs, that won't let me do much physical exertion.

Instantly I know my life is going to drastically change. The crossroads coming up is going to decide which side of the road that the change will fall too; either good or bad. Though I know that if its bad, there will be lots of pain.

Hands clasp around my neck, squeezing painfully. My fingers dig at his hands as I struggle. Spots flash before my eyes as my blood rushes in my ears, blocking all sights and sounds. Trying for one more trick, my thumbs aim for his eyes.

Blackness wraps around me. Its thick and heavy, suffocating and drowning me. I struggle to force it back, not liking it. It gets heavier, forcing me to use almost all my strength. Slowly, it starts moving back, waiting on the edges of my horizon.

It takes me a couple minutes to realize that I'm in a moving vehicle. A thick blanket is wrapped snuggly around me. I tense, feeling safer in the blanket but scared of what happened, who has me, and what's going to happen next.

My eyes slowly open, scared of what I'll see. I'm in the passenger seat of a SUV. Bane is driving, not looking over at me. His expression is angry, hands holding onto the wheel dangerously. He mutters curses that I cannot understand.

Taking a deep breath, he slows down, stopping. My eyes turn to him, scared that he will hurt me now. On reflex, I hunch in on myself. My heartbeats sped up, mouth drying; no volume for screaming or begging for no pain.

"I stopped him before he could invade you." Bane whispers. "You need to get out. I can't protect you but they can."

My eyes look out my window, straightening up. Avenger Tower is right there, with the Avengers and Batman ready to do battle. I gasp, turning to Bane, puzzled as to why he's letting me go. His hands stay on the wheel, not going to stop me.

"You're letting me go." I whisper, happy at that. "Not that I'm not glad but why are you?" I hesitantly ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

"Because I can't keep you safe. I told them not too but they tried to…" He pauses, unable to say the word 'rape', though I can't either.

"Thank you." I whisper, right hand reaching for the door handle, before adding. "Thanks for not letting the other man hurt me."

"You don't have to worry about him anymore. I killed him, feeling his blood rush over my hands." He tells me, enjoying what he's remembering.

"Why couldn't you hurt me? You are known for being ruthless, not caring if you kill. Though you might just kill someone quickly." I hesitantly ask.

"Because you're like her. Sweet, innocent, fragile." He replies, looking at me sadly, like he's remembering his lost love.

"I'm sorry that you lost her." My voice is sad as my left hand reaches for his shoulder. "Life goes on and you meet them in the afterlife."

Quickly he clasps a metal band around my left wrist, letting it go. I gasp, bringing my arm to me as I stare at the band. His eyes gently look at me before he looks back out the front windshield. His right hand rises, making a shooing motion to the door.

My hand opens the door as he just stares at me in shock. Smiling a him, I climb out of the SUV. He just nods his head, before looking out the windshield. My hand shuts the door, realizing that he wants to leave as quickly as he can.

Once the door shuts, the SUV is racing away. I turn around, seeing the Avengers and Batman. Somehow Natasha seems to know what I went through. She barks out a command that I can't hear, before walking towards me.

"Are you hurt? Did he harm you?" Natasha worriedly asks, staying a couple steps away from me, not touching me at all.

"He didn't. He stopped the other man from hurting me." I mumble, glad that she's staying away from me, not feeling safe right now.

"Tell us what happened." Steve demands, stepping forward, assuming his 'Leader' personality, startling me badly.

I yelp out, jerking away from him, only seeing the bad guy attacking me again. He steps closer, sending me scuttling backwards, having to get away from him. I can hear shouts, but none of them are intelligible, reminding me of Them.

Suddenly I feel safe. Arms gently wrap around me, holding me close. My panicking stops as my body goes limp. He sits down on something, holding me on his lap like a child. I bury my face in his chest, scared of what is outside of his arms.

Soothing words wash through my head, calming me farther. This man, and Bane, are my only safety nets in this scary world. All I can think about is bad guys attacking me if this man lets me out of his arms. That thought scares me.