Loki had ordered The Teacher to escort you to his chambers while he attended to other business. You weren't that fond of being around The Teacher, he was far larger and taller than you, and had a nasty temperament to match. His small, beady grey eyes always caused a nervous knot to form in your stomach every time you saw them. To put it simply, you hated the man. You hated him, not just because of what he did to you, but because of his… everything. You forced down your irritation, choosing not to look directly at him and instead allowed your eyes to wander over your surroundings.
You had never seen the higher levels of Star Tower before, you had only ever been taken down to the 'dungeon' for training sessions… You knew the tower once belonged to Tony Stark, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist, but you never imagined just how lavish it was. The hallways were so wide that you could probably fit seven people across it, and so long that it felt like you walking down a never-ending path. You had passed several large areas that were probably used as lounge rooms, bars or general meeting areas. It was needless to say that since then they had been dismantled and replaced with… well… nothing... A few Chitauri were gathered in the corners, speaking a language you didn't know while other areas were filled with the girls who were 'lucky' enough to 'graduate'. You suppressed a sigh as your (e/c) eyes scanned the pristinely white walls. There were a few colourful abstract paintings still hanging along the walls, the others had either been removed, torn or broken. There were also several closed, probably locked, doors along the hall. You were pretty sure they were used for one of two things, meetings and strategy, or as make-shift bedrooms for Loki's followers. You weren't sure what part of your brain took over to make you do such a thing, but you stopped at one of the doors and peered into the crack of the door.
It wasn't what you had imagined in the slightest. There were prison cells occupying the length of each wall in the long room. They stretched so far that you lost sight of the end, and, the fact that over half of the lights in the prison room were dead or continuously flickering on and off didn't help your vision at all. Despite the voice in your head telling you to turn around and continue to follow The Teacher, you just couldn't… something was drawing you to the room. Your hand reached forward and pushed the door open a little more. The hinges creaked softly, causing you to jump back, but you weren't quick enough. The Teachers large hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he threw you against the wall opposite to the door with such a great force that all of the wind was knocked straight out of you. A guard from the room of cells sprung up and quickly rushed outside when choked sobs escaped your throat.
"What do you think you were doing?!" The Teacher growled, tightening his hold on your throat. Searing, fiery pain surged through your chest as your lungs struggled for breath.
"Let her go!" a man's voice called from the room. You wrestled against the weight and force being put on you to look for the source of the voice. You forced your eyes to focus as a man with dirty blonde hair and stunningly blue eyes came into view. Was that… Thor? Or was it Captain America? Suddenly emptiness split your stomach in two. If either of them were here, it meant that the other Avengers probably prisoners as well…
"Eyes here!" the Teacher bellowed, taking your chin in his free hand and forcing you to look at him. The hopeless darkness was replaced with disgust and hatred, and, forgetting everything that had been drilled into you over the past three weeks, you began clawing at The Teacher's large arm and wrist.