Icey Melody

Melody

Alarms blared loudly through the facility, causing my hear drums to throb. I didn't know what, but something serious was going down outside of the room I was in. Confined to my cell, I was cut off from any view of the action, but I could still see the flashing red lights from the small window on the door. I tugged against my restraints, trying to lessen the numbness in my hands, which were encased in metal shells that were chained to a wall.

I examined the rusty links and saw that they were probably weakened enough to break. Bracing my feet against the wall, I tugged on the old chains, trying to pull them loose. My hands were starting to feel sore so I wrapped both chains around my arms then continued to tug further, increasing the amount of pressure.

Snap! My right side crashed into the floor, knocking the breath slightly out of me. One of the chains had broken. I raised my somewhat free arm and and brought the metal shell down on the chain repeatedly until it snapped. The material around my hand and wrist stopping them from getting anymore damaged.
Grinning in victory, I rubbed my along arms with the stupid cuffs.
I was one step closer to being free!

I heard the sound of a few pairs of feet pounding against the floor as people nearby began to rush in my direction. My victorious mood was immediately dampened, replaced by slightly fear and desperation.

"Get the girl!" one of the people, probably a guard, shouted. The pounding of footsteps was drawing closer and closer. I was getting more and more nervous. What he hell was I going to do?! I bit my lip anxiously as I peered down at the metal around my hands. I let go of my flesh as I realized that the cuffs were really strong. A wicked smile came to my face as I started to formulate a plan.

Not a moment too soon, either. The door busted open, and I jumped slightly in surprise. The guard took one look at me, apparently taking in the fact that I was no longer pinned to a wall, and he yelled out.
Panicking, I jumped forward and slammed both cuffs over the guard's head and dashed out the door...right into the arms of another guard. Of course.

His hands latched harshly around my upper arms as he shoved me into the wall. My head was spinning and my vision lost focus. I cleared the fog in my brain in time for him to let me go and kick me in the stomach. Pain shot throughout my body as I slammed into the wall, yet again, and crumpled to the floor. Nausea rolled through me as I clutched my abdomen. I looked up to see his raised fist. I swore loudly as I forgot the pain and rolled to the right, dodging a blow to my face. I scrambled up and had enough time to duck as he swung viciously at my ribs. I got back to my feet, swinging my arm as hard as I could in an uppercut. He blocked it and tried to grab my wrist, but before he could get a good grip, I wrenched it away and kicked him where the sun didn't shine, backing up as he slumped to the floor.

"You little Bitch," he spat, his voice much higher. In any other situation, I might have found it in me to laugh...but not with what I was dealing with. Of course the jackass I was dealing with couldn't be enough! Five more guards came around the corner to join the party. I knew I wouldn't be able to take them all on.
I swore under my breath as I backed up into the wall and come up with a brilliant plan to prevent being captured all over again.

"I didn't know there was a party going on!"someone said.

I had to fight back the urge to say 'Neither did I!' just as one of the guards came barreling towards me. On instinct, I ducked. I looked up as I was going down and saw a streak of black wiz past my head. The burly guard fell to he ground, with an arrow sticking out of his neck. The other goons were frozen in a shock, that I imagined had only moments before it wore off.

I whipped around and saw a handsome man with blonde hair and bluish eyes that were widened with urgency. He holding a bow, with another arrow He was holding a bow, with another arrow already ready to be released. "Come on!" he commanded, waving hand urgently in his direction. Seeing that the guards were starting to come toward me again, and not wanting to be a shish kabob, I darted to, and shamelessly hid behind the dude. He was the one with the arrows after all, and he hadn't tried to shoot me yet.

"Hurry Hawkeye! We don't have much time left until this place explodes!" I jumped ten feet in the air as a woman with short curly red hair appeared beside me, most likely coming from around the sharp corner of the dimly lit building that was only a few feet behind me. The blonde man, apparently known as Hawkeye, launched an arrow towards the group. Thick purple fog erupted from the arrow, quickly separating us from the group of guards.

"I noticed," he told the redhead dryly. "Come on kid," he said as he strapped his bow to his back, and looked at me expectantly. I winced as I got up. He almost casually scooped me up into his arms and dashed after the woman, who had already began running toward the corner, two small black hand guns grasped in her hand.

We had already been down several corridors and up a few flights of stairs, when a male voice shouted through Hawkeye's earpiece.

"Where the hell are you guys?! The place is going to go up in less than a minute!"
"We're almost there Stark! Don't get your panties in a twist," replied Hawkeye. He rolled his eyes and shook his head as he followed the redhead through a large door.

We were on a roof and there was aircraft was waiting for them...us, roaring as it got ready for take off. Hawkeye and the woman both bounded onto the jet, or whatever it was. We were in a luxuriously furnished room completed with a couch, chair and card table. Hawkeye walked over to the couch and set me down, just as the jet launched into the air. I didn't know where it was taking us, but all that really mattered was that it was taking us the hell away from there.

A few seconds later a loud noise tore through the air, jostling the plane slightly. She had a feeling it was whatever the guy on Hawkeye's earpiece had been talking about.

"What the hell took you guys so long?! If you guys where 10 seconds later, we would have been blown to bits-" I looked up and locked gazes with a guy with brown messy hair, green eyes and a goatee. He looked like he had just been in a scuffle himself.

"Easy Stark, we got sidetracked," the woman replied, gazing at me then back to the guy, Stark.

"Who's this?" he asked, not once breaking eye contact with me.

"She was a prisoner of HYDRA," replied Hawkeye, who was also looking at me. All of this staring was really starting to make me uncomfortable.

"Is everyone alright?" another voice called out, this one sounded concerned.

How many people were on this plane...or whatever it was? A guy with disheveled brown hair and glasses walked into the room and stopped once he noticed that they weren't the only ones on the plane.

I swear, if he starts to freaking stare like the rest of-

"You're bleeding!" he rushed over to a small wooden cabinet next to the couch and grabbed a white box with a red cross on the top, a first aid kit. He kneeled down in front of me and started taking supplies out of it.

"What's your name sweetheart?" he asked as he rolled up my right pant leg, revealing a long nasty scrape. I winced as he applied some type of white antibiotic paste to the wound. It stung.

"Melody," I whispered, my voice sounding foreign and scratchy. Then again, I hadn't had much use of it lately...other than cursing anyway.

He looked up at me with a smile as he whipped out a bottle of water. "Pleasure to meet you Melody. I'm Dr.Banner, but you can call me Bruce if you'd like."

I nodded and was about to accept the water until I realized that my hands were still immobilized.

Dr. Banner looked at them for a second and frowned. He looked back at me and said, "Don't worry, we'll get those off." He looked over to the woman and raised an eyebrow, "Natasha, do you think you could help her out?"

The woman, Natasha, nodded and walked over, pulling a pin out of her hair. She sat down next to me, carefully grabbed my left cuff, and stuck the pin in the lock. She jiggled the pin around, a few seconds later the cuff popped open and my hand was free. I quickly retracted it and gave her my right one. She repeated the process over again so that both of my hands were free from their restraints. I looked up to her and whispered a thank you.

She gave me a curt nod before getting up and walking over to Hawkeye, who was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, silently watching the scene before him.

Now that I was able to, I took the water bottle from Bruce, uncapped it and drank most of the heavenly liquid in one go. Once I set the bottle down and gave him a nod of approval, Dr.Banner assessed the rest of my injuries. He frowned when he came across a patch of tiny dots on my upper arm. He gently rubbed his thumb over one of the offending marks and a jolt of pain coursed through my arm. I flinched and wrenched myself back from his grasp.

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The whole room was deathly silent as everyone was looking at me. I bit my lower lip nervously, already feeling super awkward.

"Guys, Fury's on the phone!" someone said from the corridor, everyone got up and headed to the door. Whoever Fury was, he must have been a big deal.

Dr. Banner paused when he was halfway out the room and turned to me, "We'll be right back, just make yourself comfortable. He smiled kindly at me before turning back around and leaving the room.

I let out a small breath and relaxed. The couch felt welcoming, its cushions were very soft and extremely cozy. Much better than the stupid pile of hay in that dark cell. Without really meaning to, I closed my eyes and immediately drifted off to sleep.

Notes

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