Day 14

Giselle p.o.v

I paced the room, biting my nails.

The rock that I had been beaten with the previous day was hidden in the darkest corner.

I was going to need that later.

After am hour of pacing the room, I sat down in the darkest corner, right next to the rock.

I put my elbow on it and rubbed my face.

My hair is matted to my head, my white clothes are covered in blood, I had dark circles under my eyes, and there were horribly made stitches all over my body.

I swear to the freaking lord almighty, if anyone get in the way of me killing Roman, I will chain then to a wall myself.

I stopped rubbing my face and looked at the floor, close to the ground but on the wall.

There was a vent.

A large one.

But I could only fit through if I had my powers.

I smiled.

I can fix that.

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Peter p.o.v

I walked up to the large canvas punching bag.

Over the last few hours I have found punching and breaking things therapeutic.

Punch.

Giselle is gone.

Punch.

It's my fault.

Punch.

Shes gone because of me.

Punch.

I couldn't save her.

Punch.

I was tricked.

Punch.

Mr, Stark is broken.

Punch.

Mr. Stark is broken and I don't know what to do.

Punch.

I failed her.

Punch.

I failed Giselle.

I looked down at my hands, which were stinging slightly.

They were covered in my blood.

Good.

I deserve pain.

I failed Giselle.

I failed her.

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I sat down at the bench and wrapped up my hands.

Mr. Stark is going to freak out when he sees what happened to me.

I chugged down my water and added some bacitracin.

My hands stung less after they were carefully taken care of.

Kind of.

I looked at the ground.

I silently decided something.

I am going to find her.

I am going to save her.

And if anyone,

ANYONE,

Gets in my way?

There's a reason why I don't have many enemies.

It's because they don't last long.

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Giselle p.o.v

I patiently waited for the guards to come with the syringe.

Pacing my room, I took a break and sat on the table.

The door opened.

Three guards walked in.

The door closed behind them.

They walked towards me.

Two yards away I sprung into action.

I jumped onto the table and kicked one of them in the face.

The one with the syringe.

The other two ran at me and I jumped to the opposite side of the table.

I shoved the table in their direction, rolling over the syringe guys head and pinning them to the wall.

The guy on the floor had a huge crater in his skull.

No wonder.

It's a heavy table.

While the other two were busy trying to get out from behind the table, I walked over to my water supply and emptied out the contents in the syringe in the corner, right next to the water.

This water is filthy, but I'd rather have that in my bloodstream than... whatever THAT is.

I filled the syringe up with the water and hastily shoved it back in the hands of the dead dude.

They shoved the table in my face and pretended to trip and fall.

I faked a faint and I felt them roughly pin my arms down to the floor, the rough tile cutting into my arms.

One of them stabbed me in the neck with the syringe aggressively.

Once their hands had left me for multiple minutes, I sat up and opened my eyes.

Why hadn't they attacked me?

Well, they probably thought it would be less fun hurting me while was unconscious.

I stood up and was about to turn around when someone stabbed me in the lower abdomen.

I gasped in pain as the two guards from earlier snickered at me.

The door opened and four nurses came in with a stretcher.

They loaded me on, not too gracefully, and started to push me down the hall.

I haven't seen outside of that room in days.

As I watched the lights on the ceiling flash by, I realized how calm it was to take a second and soak in how dizzy I am.

I looked down and realized that I wasn't dizzy because of the lights.

I was dizzy because I was bleeding out on the stretcher, a large pool of blood around me.

As we reached a room, darkness consumed me, and I gave in to its calming grasp.

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Peter p.o.v

"Holy crap kid what happened to your hand?"

I had walked into the kitchen with my bandaged hands to see a shocked Mr. Stark.

"Wait, no, sorry, HANDS." he said, realizing that I had more than one injury.

"Oh, nothing mr. stark, just my most recently discovered therapy." I said.

He shook his head.

"Kid, I can't let you keep doing this to yourself—"

"Let me? I'm doing this because I don't know what else I can do without punching a hole in the wall. And as for you? You not even trying to find her Mr. Stark, she's gone. We need to find her!" I said.

He looked at me for a second before walking over to me and giving me a hug.

"Kid, we have found her. We are waiting for the right time to get her back." He said.

It felt like my whole world had exploded with joy and happiness.

We were going to get her back.

"Where is she? When are we going to strike?" I asked.

He looked down, and the other avengers avoided my gaze.

"Kid... your not coming." He said.

My world just exploded with pain again.

"W-what?" I asked.

"No! No, I'm coming Mr. Stark." I said stubbornly.

"Kid, we can't risk you being emotional about this. This is HYDRA we are talking about! If you are distracted for one second-"

I cut him off.

"Tony you are her freaking Dad! If anyone gets distracted it will be you!" I yelled.

Everyone looked at me.

I had called Mr. Stark Tony.

"I have a right to go." I said before running out and jumping into my bed.

so.

Mr. Stark was going to keep me from going to save Giselle.

I scoffed.

well then.

I am going to have to sneak my way there.

wherever there is.

"JARVIS where is Giselle?" I said

JARVIS replied.

"Germany, south side Peter."

I smiled.

And suited up.

as I pulled the mask over my head I thought,

I'm coming.

I'm coming Giselle.

and no one is going to stop me.