El's POV

Peter and Tony both stared at me in horror.

"Can we just get out of here?" I questioned. I looked down at my feet. None of them responded.

"Guys?" I asked self-consciously, looking up. They both snapped out of their gaze and Tony crouched in front of me.

"Absolutely," He said, determination all over his face. I gave him a small, fake, smile. We were so caught up in the moment, we didn't even hear people's footsteps. They came in.

"Get the girl." He demanded. My eyes widened.

"No!" Peter growled, the man motioned to one of his minions and they punch Pete in the face. Another minion grabbed me and Tony shoved them off of me. I wanted to help but was too injured.

One of them grabbed me and stuck a needle into my neck before letting me go. Peter ran over to me and helped me stand up. I felt drowsy and my mind became clouded. It felt like I was thinking about a million things at once.

"El?!" He panicked. Everything around me got blurry.

Peter's POV

She passed out in my grasp and everybody walked out. Tony was beaten up but mustered up the energy to stand and walk over to me.

"What the hell did they do to her?" Tony questioned. I gently set her down in a comfortable position.

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Tony fell asleep. My eyes felt heavy. El has been knocked out for about 8 hours.

She moaned and her eyes fluttered open.

"Mr. Stark!" I yelled. He jumped when I yelled his name. His eyes trailed over to El. We both rushed to her side.

She groaned and looked around confused.

"Hey," Tony comforted.

Third Person POV

They laid in the middle of the cold and damp room. The camera caught their every move. The men watched from the other room.

"Time to go see if it worked," one of the men plainly stated as he shoved another fry into his mouth and licked his fingers.

"Stop eating, Ron." One of the men complained, "We are about to see if we made the biggest weapon of all time or not, and you're eating cold fries."

"You're just jealous," Ron smirked.

"Of what?" The other man asked as he cocked his head to the side.

"Let's just go to see what we are dealing with." Ron sighed, feeling defeated. Ron was their leader. All he did was make the serum they injected her with.

They all got up and walked to the other room. As they opened the door, Ron saw three weak, beat up, scared people staring back at him. He had never seen them in person before, and they had never seen him before.

"What the hell?" Ron asked as he gave all of the other men dirty looks. He rolled his eyes before directing his attention towards El, Tony, and Peter.

El's POV

The door burst open. A man I have never seen before entered. I could tell by the look on his face that he was confused with something about us. He muttered something inaudible to the men behind him before rolling his eyes.

He slowly approached me and I backed away until I was pushing my back against the wall. I hissed in pain and quickly moved away from the wall. Tony and Peter both looked extremely agitated and annoyed. As he came closer, the men behind him approached Tony and Peter.

I felt some sort of power surge throughout my body. All the pain went away for a split second as fire engulfed all the men around Peter and Tony.

I snapped into reality. The man in front of me had a happy smile on his face. The type of smile you see in the movies when they get a new dog.

I looked around confused and full of questions.

Where did all that fire come from? How come everybody around Peter and Tony was burnt to a crisp, yet they are unharmed? How did the fire suddenly stop? Who was this man in front of me?

"I'm Ron," The man greeted with a laugh. He held his hand out for me to shake. I just glared at it. He scoffed and retracted his hand. I stood up, despite the fear. I all of a sudden felt safe.

My whole body ached and I almost fell over. I used the wall to hold myself up. Ron gave me a large, toothy smile that reminded me of my siblings.

"You better not have touched my family." I spat. I glared at him and he looked at me surprised.

"What do you mean?" He questioned. He sounded genuinely confused. I decided to stay quiet and not dig myself into a deeper hole.

He nodded his head and awkwardly smiled before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was that?" Tony question.

"Which part?" I questioned, "How genuinely confused and confusing that man seemed, or the fire?"

"Both," Peter pitched in. Our voices were all weak. I collapsed onto the ground.

"Where did the fire even come from?" I whispered to myself. Everything was silent except for the heavy beating of my heart.

"I... I think it came from... you," Tony stated.

"What?" I scoffed.

"Neve-" He was cut off by a loud bang and screaming. Peter started shaking. I moved next to him and we huddled together in the corner. Tony stood up and was standing right next to us. More screams of pain rang throughout the building.

"AHHHHHH," Ron panicked, "I'm good! I'm good!"

Now I was shaking. Peter and I wrapped our arms around each other. The door was thrown open suddenly.

"Stark!" I heard a voice yell. Peter and I looked up only to see Captain America staring at us. He had pity in his eyes. Peter stood up and quickly helped me up.

My dad ran out of the room and we followed right behind him. My ribs hurt more with every step I took and I felt the blood from the whip lashes seep down my back. Everything in my body ached and my legs gave out. I groaned in pain and held my ribs.

I felt hands sweep me off the ground and I dozed off.