A crouched position, cold weather, bare feet, new cuts, a torn sweatshirt and an, I'm-about-to-sneeze feeling do not go well.

You'd tried pinching your nose, biting your lip.

Anything.

After a few minutes of desperate attempts to stop the built up, you sat back in satisfaction, the annoying tingling dying down; finally. But apparently the sneeze didn't appreciate your tries to stop the sneeze and you sneezed anyway.

It might as well have been a gunshot.

You groaned, letting an exasperated breath escape. "Gosh darn it."

"Bless you." Said someone, and you jumped, surprised, before turning with a grin.

"And God Bless America." You snarked.

Steve Rogers raised an eyebrow, recalling his shield with a high-powered magnet on the side of his arm. "Aren't you going to say at least a 'thank you'?"

"Nah."

The shield came at you quickly, slamming into your shoulder at an earth defying speed. You hit the ground, spitting out blood from a cracked lip. Standing to your feet, you watched Cap strode closer, muttering words into his com on his ear...probably to Natasha whom you'd just barely ditched. Things weren't getting any easier as Steve grabbed your shirt collar and jerked you up against a wall.
What memories that brought back.

"Hey, hey, easy on the shirt." You responded, whacking his wrist. "It's still rather new, despite the numerous...holes...and...blood stains...and...rips...okay, so it isn't as new as it was four hours ago."

His expression didn't change and it was your turn to raise an eyebrow as you slammed a hand against the wall behind you, muttering, "Please be the secret door, please be the secret door..." The wall moved back.

"Yay." You exalted, while Steve stumbled a second, leaving you to dash off down the passageway, his footsteps of pursuit not far away.

"Here we go again."

***

[Four Hours And One Week Earlier]

Changing cells wasn't exactly your idea of fun.

You should've known better, placed yourself in a more secluded area.

But no. You'd been too tired. And the payback was catching up with you.

The dusty bag over your head scratched your forehead, the sides brushing your arms in discomfort. Cords tied your hand together. If anything, you could probably freeze the bonds, then smash the frost against something else. Jerk the bag off, and be free.

Only, curiosity killed the Ice Box.
And cold blooded revenge would revive it.

With a push from one of your captors, you snarled in response. They laughed, then shocked you with something on the neck that took your breath away.

Ouch. You thought, tempted to rub the back of your neck; it was just leaving another ounce of pent of anger stored away.

"What do you want?" You asked, coughing as more dust reached your lungs.

Another laugh. "What we don't have."

"You bloody arrogant-"

"Language," interrupted one with a heavy accent. Laughs drifted around at his answer and you cursed under your breath, imagining the man shaking a finger. Someone had some sarcastic tea for breakfast.

Part of you questioned how far to take your little mission. It could go lopsided any minute, and you could be in deep trouble. The other part agreed that this was smart, and it was only what a genius would do.
Maybe you had too much of an ego, but who was going to sue you?

Was it smart though? It wasn't like you had backup, or someone to watch your back and get you out. No one was expecting you to escape but yourself.

Feeling yourself tossed into a car - an army jeep by the vibration of the engine - you sat up to try and peer out the bag.

A bag was old fashioned. There were plenty of ways to kidnap nowadays, and plenty of ways to cover it up. Handcuffs and a gag would've done the trick as well.
Well.
That is, if you weren't an icicle sociopath.

Someone hadn't done their homework.
Or had, and knew you too well.
A friend? An enemy?

You grimaced.
Nick Fury?

Bloody heck that would be one dang of a mess if it was him.

The jeep stopped abruptly, making you slam the back of your head into one of the doors. Letting out a muffled groan, you felt arms pull you out and drag you inside somewhere.

"Hey! Mind then bruised shoulder, it still hurts. I'm not a healing super." You said at one point. You'd felt the snow quit crunching beneath your feet, and now it was cold hard ground.

"No." Said a voice from your left. "But you are a super or sorts. And you see, (your name)," they continued, walking closer and closer...pulling the bag off and grinning at your surprise. "We need your help." You gasped and your jaw dropped.

The man before you laughed. "What? You didn't see that coming?"

You glared. "Nice to see you too, Quinn."

"Please." Ian waved a hand. "The pleasure is all mine."

"It's really not."

Locking gazes, both of you glared and waited for the other to back down...an action that never came as Ian snapped his fingers, two men dragging you to your feet and hauling you off to a dank smelling cell.

"Maybe a few hours in a holding cell will do the trick. Teach you a lesson."

"Unlikely!" You snapped back, and took action.

Spinning around quickly, you ducked a punch from Hydra Captor 1 on your left, swinging your leg to trip Hydra Captor 2 who crashed to the ground. Three more men rushed you, while Quinn watched lazily, signaling others to keep you in check. As if.

Freezing Hydra Captors 1 and 2, you flung a third at two more who slammed into a sixth man, knocking a gun out of his hands. You picked it up, placing your finger on the trigger.

But you weren't a killing machine. Never had been, never would be.

Ice speared through the chamber of the pistol and you tossed it back at Quinn. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not a psychopath. I'm a high functioning sociopath. Do your research."

Ian growled. "I've done plenty."

That's when you spotted something nice and blue in his pocket. You shot ice at the back of his knee, which made him drop to the ground. Sliding over, you reached into the pocket, and pulled out a glowing vial.

"Ohhh, whatcha got here?" You asked, as Ian attempted to trip you. You dodged and waved it in his face, gloating. "Aw, Garett's little pet can't get his toy back?" Smirking, you stepped back into the fray, the vial dropping into your own pocket, out of sight.

It felt good to fight for a while. You were in good shape, not out of breath yet. Escape was well within your grasp, and you liked that.

Until a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You're strong, young one-" it said. You turned, expecting to see a figure, and saw nothing except the already crumbled Hydra agents, and shadows.

Suddenly a shot sounded, and before you could react a bullet pierced your stomach.

Pain split your mid-section, horrid shock spread throughout your frame. You dropped to your knees, hands griping your shirt as a red stain began to grow. Eyes wide, mouth open in a silent scream you scanned for the one responsible. Hair dropped in front of your face as you tried to choke out words. Nothing came.

Instead, laughter filled the air. Laughter you knew.
All too well.

Losing consciousness rapidly, you blinked. Had to hold it together. Had to see.

A figure finally stepped out of the shadows and knelt by you, their laughter pausing only so they could finish.

"-but you are not a Jedi yet."

***

[Four Hours And One Day Earlier]

Fingers poked your side, jarring you awake.
Out of sleep, out of comfort.

The pain had lessened since your blackout, and you found you could open your eyes to the bright lights above. Sitting up, you blinked some more.

It all came back in a rush.
Quinn.
Vial.
Talking shadows.
Bullet. Stomach. Pain.
Laughter.

And you could guess who was behind it.

Turning your head to the right, you saw a man sitting in a chair. Head bowed, hands in his lap, waiting.

"John." You muttered, not much spite left inside.

"(Your name)," he greeted.

A bit more silence occurred. Suddenly a blue light caught your eye and you recognised the vial you'd stolen.

He poked your side again. "Couldn't let you take this." He said, dancing it before you.

You made a weak attempt at grabbing for it, failing miserably. "Don't touch me," was your argument.

Garett grinned. "Don't take my stuff."

Ian Quinn entered the room, opened his mouth to say something, heard your and Garret's banter, and took his leave, mumbling something along the lines of: "Actually five year olds."

Both of you shot Ian a glare.

"So, kid," Garett started. "Good to have you back. Like old times, eh?" He gestured to your gut, stitched and wrapped.

"What. Do. You. Want." You seethed, straining to be face to face with him. "My life was good enough with you gone."

"I know you don't fancy being a Hydra pet, but someone else - besides our rivalry, S.H.I.E.L.D - is coming. Don't know who it is, don't know why. All we have is a charred note, with a symbol on it. And as much as I hate to admit it, kid, you're the only one who can probably solve this."

"Why is that?"

"It's got your name on it." John handed you a piece of burnt paper, a circle with black wings folded in the center. Your name was indeed on the top right corner, and at the bottom of the paper was dark colored letters. But they were unreadable for the most part. All that came clear was the following, '_e__ns R__.'

"Okay, kid. You're in no shape to do this now, so get comfy. I'll be seeing you." Garret smirked. "Told you I'd be seeing you again."

"Well good for you!" You sassed.

He saluted in a mocking manner and exited. Carefully you memorized the symbol on the paper, as well as the words, scratching them into your brain.

That's when the alarms went off.

***

[Four Hours Earlier]

To say in the least, the alarms had been blaring for a whole day. That meant no sleep. And no sleep meant a rebellious attitude.

Tugging the IV cords out your arms, you stretched, testing your body weight on your feet.
No pain. For now.

Just in case you froze off some metal racks to use as a crutch if needed. Leaning on it, you made for the door.

You'd been treated well, actually. No organs damaged, to your utmost surprise, and a clean wound complete with bandages. According to the Hydra doctors/scientists, you should be fine.

And that was yesterday. Today should be a breeze.

Breeze. Your body complained. Riiiight.

Fumbling yourself out the makeshift hospital room and down a few halls, you found yourself free.

All the guards and other men were gone; you could hear their marching footsteps echoing elsewhere.

After going through a few supply rooms, you had on a new sweatshirt and loose pants, (your favorite color too), but no socks or shoes. With what little time you had, or were guessing you had, barefoot would have to do.

Managing to bring your pace to a jog, you dashed down some more halls, ending up in a room with a group of soldiers. Thankfully, they ignored you.

Something bigger was at hand.

"Who is it?" Asked Hydra Guy 1, facing Hydra Guy 2 at the computer. "Who's knocking?"

"It's...the Avengers." Replied Hydra Guy 2.

Curses shot from HG 1, and he spun back around, directing the troops out a door. Good, you had an escape route.

"Can you hold them?" Hydra Guy 1 faced the second.

Hydra Guy 2, with a worried look on his features, answered rather incredulously. "It's...the Avengers."

Huffing, the HG 1 exited through the doors as well.

Time for you to go.

Blasting from your hiding spot and dropping your metal crutch, you froze HG 2's hand to his desk. "Keep your mouth shut!" You hollered, running into the open air.

Thinking back to a map you'd spotted along one of the hall walls, you ran on through the snow, ending up in an alley. "Secret door...secret door...here somewhere."

Apparently people liked to surprise you, because a new voice interrupted. "Steve." Black Widow said into the com, staring you down while you ran away, heading for anywhere.

"We've found (him/her)."

***

Back in the present time, you were running from Captain America down the secret passageway, quickly losing energy.

Hey, getting shot in the gut can take a lot out of you.

Steve was right behind, and there was hardly any space in which to turn. And if you stood to fight, you knew you'd lose.

"It's the Avengers." You repeated. "How the heck did I get so bloody involved? I'm smack in the middle! This is all a bunch of-"

Natasha dropped down in front of you, as if from out of nowhere, yards away, and Steve skidded to a halt around the same distance from you as she was.

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk." She said, motioning to Rogers.

He groaned. "Know what Romanoff?"

You laughed. "I'm not like that. I like attention, but violence and major mouthing off? That's not me."

Romanoff shrugged. "Not violent, huh? That's good. Gonna go with us without a fight?"

"Not a chance." You responded. Lighting up your face in a grin, you encased yourself in ice as Cap broke the ice barrier with his shield. Taking one of the shattered pieces, you stabbed it in Tasha's foot, taking your chance and blazing down the secret path, both of them scrambling after you.

"That's the thing about ice! It's cool, because when it shatters, it breaks into a million pieces." A bigger grin made it's way onto your lips as you continued running. "And you never know which piece is going to strike first."

"Yep." Said a new voice. It was machine-like. You looked away from Captain and Widow to see Stark the Snark, aka, Tony Stark. Also aka, Iron Man. "You're insane."

"Whoa-ho-ho, Tony. Cap. Natasha." You raised your hands, palms upward in a surrender fashion. You hadn't been quite expecting him to show up. Obviously, your brain was just shut off since you were so out of shape.
"Let's talk about this."

Struck from behind, Cap's shield slammed into the back of your shoulders, a harmless missile from Tony's suit hitting your left knee, bringing you down to one knee in a kneeling form. Black Widow held you down, a gloved hand on your neck.

"Good talk." Tony agreed.

"No it wasn't." You growled, staring at the floor; your protest almost aback round noise.

And that, was that.

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A/N:
I apologize. I didn't update on Monday, like planned. What I'd written didn't work so I started over?? n that was a bad idea but here are

And this is what came out instead so ah yeah I'm lovin it

Fandom references all around, because I am in so many and good lord if you're reading this so are you yeah I just called you out I see you I know who you are
Also, Age of Ultron, my dudes. I saw it. Gave me a few ideas for a new spin.

By the way and a bit off topic... I'm going to make this about 30 chapters? Twenty-nine officially but yeah I like even numbers and 30 is a swell number.

Right. I'm rambling again.
Sorry. Well, I'll work on the update. I'll make sure it comes out on Monday. If not Monday, Tuesday. (which didn't happen I cannot believe how bad I am at updating just execute me now)

SUMMMER IS HERE
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SWEET
SLEEP
IVE MISSED YOU

Okay, really, I should go.

Comment, vote, share. Let me know what you're all thinking. I'd love to know. [Small advice, chapters 1,2 and 3 are based off of Agents of Shield: Season 1, episode 14. Hope that helps bc I literally get caught up in my own head way too much]

I NEVER DID SLEEP

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