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Chapter 2

I woke up with a splitting headache, unsure of where I was. It was… A jail cell? Not exactly. The bed I was lying on was plush, the walls made of wood, a carpet on the floor, yet one wall was bars into a hallway.

Then I remembered everything. I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyes, trying desperately not to cry. Caught by the Avengers, who would surely send me to foster care or some juvenile delinquent place. At least everybody else had gotten away.

At the end of the hallway, I heard footsteps and voices. I quickly pretended to be asleep.

"-have to hit her so hard?" The first voice said. It sounded like Dr. Banner. "She has a mild concussion, for goodness sake."

"The kid was almost away, what else could I do?" Iron Man. Tony Stark.

"At least we caught one of them." Natasha Romanoff. "She can tell us where the others went. Including those little girl's." She said the last part with an emphasis on 'little' like she was teasing someone.

"Hey! Those kids were vicious!" Stark protested. They were in front of my room now. "Oh, kids still asleep."

"No she's not." Romanoff said. "I saw her eyelids twitch a second ago." I opened my eyes again. Romanoff, Stark, and Banner stood in front of my cell.

"Hello." I said with a forced cheerful smile. "Now, why am I here, and where is here?" I scanned their faces. "I'm guessing Stark tower. Am I right?" Their shocked faces told me I was right. "Now then. Why am I here?"

"Um, you're here, um, because…." Stark gaped at me, but couldn't think up a snippy response. At least Dr. Banner kept his wits about him.

"Your here for your own safety." I said. "We rescued you, in some effects."

"Rescued me?" My anger, bubbling below the surface, erupted. "Rescued me? You broke into my home, attacked me and my friends, and then you kidnapped me, but of course, it was for my own safety." I glowered at them from my side of the bars.

Stark opened his mouth to argue, but I wasn't done yet.

"And you know that you have no legal right to hold me? I have broken no laws, and therefore you can't keep me. Your kidnappers by law. If you let me go now, I won't even press charges."

Romanoff gave her first smile.

"Your good kid. But I think you'll find," She pulled some papers out of her pocket. "That Carmen Moore is wanted for pickpocketing, shoplifting, assault, and the kidnapping of Agatha and Cecily Robinson."

Samantha POV:

Sam felt like a weak idiot. She had blundered into a fight with no weapon but her flame, and those had been useless. She'd gotten herself seriously injured, and hadn't been able to help her best friend Carmen when she had needed it.

And now Carmen was a prisoner of the Avengers, probably on her way back to Ms. Cooper's Home For Wayward Girl's, or as Sam thought of it, Ms. Coopers dungeon pretending to be a castle.

Sam remembered place, and what things had been like there. The other girl's had been cruel and selfish, sometimes stealing precious food from younger girl's. I remembered freezing nights in beds under a dripping roof and wind through a cracked window over her bed. Sam had never met her own parents. Ms..Cooper had always refused to tell her a thing about them.

When Sam and Carmen were little, Adana had come there. She was still only three at the time, but she had protected them when she was older. Sam had always thought that was why Adana had become so suspicious and serious. In her mind she was still looking out for them. Then, when Adana was sixteen and Carmen and Sam were thriteen, Agatha and Cecily had come to the home, and a year and a half later we had run away together.

Sam always thought about that when she was sad or scared, though it just made her feel worse. She thought about it as they sat on rocks underneath a pier, in the rain.

Adana was still knocked out, laying on he wings in an awkward position that couldn't be comfortable. Agatha and Cecily were asleep. Sam's ribs hurt, and she ahd a headache, and rocks really weren't super comfy, so she was awake, with three jolly ranchers in her mouth, helping her think.

She pulled a photo of Carmen and her at the fair. That had been a couple of years ago. The smiles on their faces were happy, carefree. That was before they had discovered their powers. Carmen smirked at the camera, in jeans and a dirty hoodie. In the backround of the photo, adults gave us sideways glances, wondering who the scruffily dressed teenagers were.

Sam sighed and shoved it back in her pocket, with a silent promise. "I will find you." She whispered, readjusting her seat on a barnacle covered rock. She drifted into restless sleep.

Tony Stark's POV

The kid bugged him. She didn't seem worried about escaping. She was a model student, never trying to get out. He wished she would, because maybe then he would feel less guilty about keeping her in a cell.

The look on the kids face when Natasha had shown her the legal order for her arrest. The look on the kids face, like she was seeing an unfriendly ghost…. He didn't want to think about it. This was for her own good. She needed a stable family and a environment where she could live and grow in safety.

He chuckled at himself. 'Nice presentation of the speech you gave the kid.' He kept working on his breastplate for his Iron Man suit, and took a sip of wine. It tasted nasty. He didn't really care that much. The rose's thorns had scratched the circuitry up pretty bad. He reconnected a wire and glanced at the security camera on the kids cell. She was looking at something. A scrap of paper.

Freezing the screen and zooming in, he saw that it was a photo of two adults, a man and a woman in a wedding dress. They were laughing. The picture made him feel terrible. The kids parents, he realized. He turned the camera off and sat alone, worrying in the dark.

Author's note: I really hope you guys like this story so far. Sorry if Tony Stark is kinda ooc, that scene wasn't super well thought out. Next chapter by this time next week.