I don't feel so good folks. I may not update as soon as I wanted with this one but I will do my best.

I saw Deadpool and it is amazing. I loved it! Very good movie.

Whatever I said last chapter holds over here.

I want a nap.

I will type as much as I can before I have to stop. See ya guys at the end of the chapter.

[As I typed this last week, -this is now this week sorry folks- I realized that this part is a mess. Please go along with it. I suck at writing fight scenes. Some I do go on but others are a mess and I mixed up info and the flow. UGH!

Also…..my heart was stolen my Sans! Oh my everything! Undertale. Just Undertale and all of it and PUNS! OH MY GOD I ADORE BAD PUNS MORE THAN ANYONE TRULY UNDERSTANDS! Tibia honest it is the truth. I find them very humorous and I just love puns and Sans and Papyrus and everyone! The story the meanings I just love it! Near on par with my love of Deadpool because references. MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS! ]

Radio

[Oh mah god did I really just fix the whole fight problem with just three word changes! GIVE ME A BREAK! I should not type when sick]

A Girl's Gotta do What a Girl's Gotta do

Emma woke up tied to a chair. She could feel the cold metal brace that held her arms to said wooden chair. She cursed her choice of favorite clothing that would now be ruined due to kidnapping. Her favorite short sleeved blue button up coupled with black jeans and blue flats. Should have worn the sneakers. Thankfully she thought a head of the game and wore a sports bra this time under her black cami.

Her head throbbed something fierce when she moved it from its slumped position on her shoulder. When others moved around her she panicked slightly. Where was Tony? Her mind scrabbled for purchase as 'he' cackled in glee at her predicament.

"Ah, so the little girl awakens. We have some things to discuss." A male slightly accented voice said in a dull tone. Footsteps, two sets, heavy boots, big men, oh dear, came up behind her. Oh she wished she had one more lesson with Natasha and Clint before she left. They were covering kidnapping scenarios that week.

She could tell this would not end well.

It didn't.

The man who did all the talking disliked her silence. She gave no answer in any way of vocal or bodily. That is until he mentioned Tony and she laughed at him. If anyone could survive these guys it was Tony. That landed her the delightful experience of being punched in the gut. Three times. The fourth punch landed her and her darling chair on the ground, coughing in pain as the air burned her lungs. It wasn't so bad. Nothing like how 'he' hurt her. She could handle this she mentally encouraged. She had to. She was not going to put Clint and Natasha's training to shame any longer. She would bust out of here, find Tony, get help and get home. Hopefully in that order.

The men roughly pulled her upright. She wheezed slowly as the 'talker' laughed. She smirked despite herself. Tactic #12: test the waters. Usually ends in getting hurt but it gets info.

"You" She coughed harshly "Are in so much trouble." She chuckled.

"Oh really?" Talker drawled "Just who is it that is going to make me?"

"Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise." Emma snarked taking a page from Tony and Clint.

Apparently she had been upgraded to electro-therapy when she was down. Not as much fun as one would think.

This was bad. Talker asked questions gaining either silence or snark. All the while Emma did her best to figure out her situation with the cloth bag still over her head. Jerks. That aside, her heart shuddered after another wave and at her thoughts, what were they doing to Tony? If they were shocking him that could damage the rector and potentially kill him! They didn't have a spare on them! She needed to get out! But how! Damnit how!?

"Well Miss. Dewey you lasted longer than expected; unfortunately, I have other business to attend to. These two will keep you company until I return for our discussions." Talker informed followed by a heavy door closing and the shifting of clothing from behind her.

She was just thankful for the reprieve and lack of water boating. She wasn't good at holding her breathe. She also felt confused as to how she was still functioning. This torture had gone on for a long time even though it all kind of blended for her. She knew it took a while since the guards switched. How was her brain even working? She did not know much on electro shock but she thought she would be a vegetable by now. Or something. She felt tingly and sore but not bad. She guessed. She did not know what to feel only that she now had a mission. Find Tony. Get out. Any means possible. Radio for help. Time to get to work. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

So she shifted and regretted the motion but her pained groans caused guard number one to hiss at her to be quiet from her right. Found one. She moved her arms biting her lip to hold back sound as the metal tore skin. There was that burnt hair smell. Ew. Her hands flexed and the metal bands sifted forward. Nothing stopped them. She froze. What?

What?

WHAT?

You are joking. Kidding me, right? NO way. No! Just no. Author really? Really?

The chair had no pegs holding the arms up. They were only connected to the back of the chair. These guys were organized how could they have miss a detail like making sure the prisoner could not escape the chair by oh, moving their arms out! This was too stupid to be real. Then again the saying about gift horses. She would take what she could. Now about her legs?

She hopped a little and rattled her legs. This earned her a smack to the head by the guy on her left. He stood closer to her than the guy on the right. And her legs were zip tied to the chair. Damn. She wiggled her legs and felt more regret for wearing skinny jeans. Damn it all the price for attempting to look cute and professional. Wow, her coping mechanisms needed work. Or not. Whatever.

In a montage of Sherlock like awesome—or at least she hoped it looked like that and not her flailing around like a moron—she ended up wiggling the bands down the arms enough for her to get free if she timed it right and lessen the damage to her skin. Hopefully. So once ready, Emma swiftly pulled the metal bands off the arms and slammed her elbow into the gut of Guard Right. Ripped off the bag on her head. Took his gun and shot Guard Left. She swallowed thickly at the sight and took in a shaky breath. What had she just done? She she killed-fuck! No! Just stop brain stop. She did not have time for this.

She shoved 'his' cheers of joy away and quickly took out the knife Natasha had taught her to stash in her bra—specially made for concealing blades— to cut zip ties. Her poor jeans NOT now brain! Then made sure Guard Right was knocked out completely—she bashed his head in with the butt of the gun not a bullet! Lordy—and took all their weapons she could carry.

She took their belts and holsters.

'Damn were these guys loaded!'

Each had three spare rounds of ammo, two almost machete sized knives, two tinier regular sized knives, and an access card each. She took it all.

Strapped on the guns, tiny knives on the belt, one large knife in belt—she prayed it did not stab her ass and pocketed the cards.

She used the other big knife to check for hidden cameras and found none. That caused paranoia to fill her. Why were they not watching her? This did not make sense.

She checked the door. Locked. Decided not to try to unlock it in case it was hooked up to the alarms. She did not want to ki-hurt anymore then she had to. She swallowed thickly and took some deep breathes.

It took a bit of finagling but Emma was able to find a ventilation grate, open it and enter while also replacing the grate back over. Triumph filled her but she squished it down. She could rejoice once she got Tony out of this hell pit. Emma squirmed backwards until she reached a bend and was able to turn around. She laid there for a bit.

"Okay." She panted because damn was that hard. "What the fuck now?"

She wanted to cry. Full on bawl at this whole thing. She was scared, alone, being hunted by a secret organization out to torture and kill Tony and herself. Next time Clint and Natasha came back from a mission possible tortured Emma was not letting them get away with putting off resting and healing. Being tortured hurt! Her muscles hurt and there were burns and her legs felt like jello. It was bad and those sneaky spies had been doing this how long! Oh Emma was gonna hug the life out of them once her arms recovered. And her ribs. Fuck. She was not in a good place which meant Tony was in a worse place. Who knew how long they had been here? Emma remembered blacking out a few times but it was truly anyone's guess.

"Get it together girl! Tony needs us. You have partial training for this." Emma hissed quietly to herself. "Okay, deep breathe. Step 1—get out of torture room-check, Step 2—get help and find Tony-in progress, Step 3—take nap. Okay team break!" Pep talk over, Emma shuffled quietly through the vents.

The cold metal stung a bit but felt good on her burned skin. The cold did freeze her toes since she lost her shoes at some point in time. She could not remember. She bit back a pained hiss as she jarred a burn.

"The things I do for love." She sighed. "Stop making references damnit."

Okay folks, I gotta end this here because my access to computer is almost up and I have like more than twenty front and back pages to type for this arch to finish. No joke.

UP NEXT ON UNIVERSAL INFLUX!

DOES EMMA FIND TONY? WHAT IS UP WITH THE TEAM? Will they survive? What damage has been done to the two? Will they even be able to heal from all this if they make it out alive? Tune in next time! For

Chapter 9 or 11 or whatever…. : Sending Out an S.O.S to the world!

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