Sorry guys. I've been on vacation in NJ with my grandparents, so I haven't really been able to update.
As the Stark private jet flew across the skies for Valencia, Venezuela, the Avengers sat around discussing the situation that had been thrust upon them. Natasha kept glancing with concern at Dr. Banner, who was staring out the window, obviously deeply in thought. She looked to her companion, Clint, who only shrugged. She was about to ask him what he was thinking when Steve beat her to the punch.
"What's this sister of yours like?" he asked. "She doesn't get mean and green when she's pissed, does she?" It was a coarse way of putting it, but they were all wondering the same thing. Bruce just gave a little smile and shook his head.
"Nah. In fact, she's the calm one. She's, um, special. You guys will like her. When she was little, she was the sweetest thing." His eyes clouded as he smiled thoughtfully, remembering his baby sister. "I would have done anything for her. I still would. She was a baby compared to me, but she was my best friend. I loved her so much. When she ran away, I was convinced that I was dying on the inside, so much did it hurt to lose her." He suddenly snapped back to the present. "But now I've found her. I refuse to lose her again. If only this damn plane would hurry up."
A couple hours later, they arrived in Valencia. As they stepped into the city, each one of them was overwhelmed by the immediate cultural differences. Everywhere, the people chattered away in Spanish. The dress was exotic. Simple, yet exquisite. Various smells were in the air. Bruce and Steve were astounded. Natasha and Clint, not so much. They had been here before on an assignment some years back. Tony only wrinkled his nose at the smell.
"Golden Girl would love this. Seeing all these even more primitive humans." Stark commented snidely, referring to the last member of their team, Thor, Prince of Asgard. His friends just rolled their eyes and wisely decided to ignore him. Only trouble could follow should any of them even appear to take a side for or against Tony.
Once they had all settled into the bus that would take them to Balsamar, Dr. Banner's thoughts turned to his friends. How would they take to little Emmy? Especially once they knew the truth about her… speaking of which, how was he supposed to tell them? Surely they were already wondering what the "accident" was that caused her to run. So much to worry about and figure out. Emily will know what to do. He thought. Just hang in there, Baby Sister. I'm coming.
Emily was back in her prison. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the suffocating darkness. Her cell was roughly 6 by 10 feet, with only a metal slab on the wall to serve as a bed. She got up off the floor, using the "bed for support. Her heart was pounding. The things they must have planned! A chill ran up her spine as she remembered the look in the eyes of her captor. What had he meant by not yet? She could find out now from her guard, who was just outside the door. No, not here. Not now. It will only frighten you more. Well, maybe just a peek. As she concentrated, frightening images appeared in her mind. Such fear! The pain! It was too much. She shook her head dispelling the images out of her mind. She curled up on her metal slab and silently sobbed in fear. Hurry, Bruce. Oh, hurry up!
Not the best, but it will have to do. Sorry it was late. I was on vacay. Let me know what you think. It's really hard, because I can never write out and describe the scenes in my head well enough. I just can't do it justice.