Word count: 529
Pairing: Peter Parker x OC
Summary: Dayna Sokolovsky was taken in by Shield at the age of 16. After Shield collapses and she’s finally freed, who is it that she finds refuge in two years later?
A/N: So, it’s been a while since I posted anything because of exams coming up (I wrote this to avoid studying, don’t tell anyone), but I would advise picturing Dayna to be seen as Christina Nadin. Fortunately, this is a series which will definitely mean more future updates :)
“Bring her in.”
The bolt slid along easily, with the smallest noise echoing loud throughout the silence. The only other sound to be heard was that of the guards’ heavy-set footsteps, and the harsh breathing that could only signify fear and tension. They walked her through the doorway, surrounding her with a certain atmosphere of… caution. It was, truth be told, intoxicating.
However, that sensation was quickly swept away as the men moved out to the edges of the room and awaited further information, whilst four stayed behind to remove the muzzle and cuffs from the girl’s body. The only restricting item to remain on her was a familiar collar that limited her abilities to none.
The men scurried out of the room, leaving the girl face to face with a man who she had come to call “Bean”. Why, you may ask? Well, had you met this man under any series of unfortunate circumstances, you too would point out his most prominent physical flaw and internally mock the man, for his head was (as implied) in the most tragic form of a bean.
“I hope you’ve been treated well,” he drawled out as he shifted through what, the girl presumed, were her files.
She internally scoffed at the comment, but her face remained void of any emotion, thus staring coldly at him. “I’ve had better days.”
Bean glanced up through his rounded glasses, a hint of an amused smile resting on his mouth. He looked back down, pulled out another file from beneath the mountain of others. “You understand why we’re here today, am I correct?” The girl arched an eyebrow, causing him to straighten his back and frown at the incompetence of his colleagues. “My employers have made the decision to offer you a position in one of our task forces –”
“So,” she interrupted, her expression remaining stoic. “by ‘offer’ you mean to politely say that I have no decision in the matter. And by ‘task force’ you mean an assembly of others that are in my exact position. Because,” she raised her eyebrow once more to silence Bean, who had begun to open his mouth to interject. “if that is so, then that would be called slavery. You’d be enslaving me, Mr…”
She hummed in thought for a moment before mentally deciding that “Bean” was a much better name for him.
Bean sat with a shocked expression, but it didn’t last long as he recovered and opened up one of the files labelled ‘No.23’. “You have the option to refuse the offer, Ms Sokolovsky. However, I am inclined to inform you that upon your refusal, your time in our facilities would be… wasteful.”
Silence ensued between the two of them. The girl sat perfectly still, diverting her eyes towards the files that lay tauntingly across from her. Bean inspected her face carefully, and, for the first time since their first encounter a year ago that very week, noticed a trace of conflict in her normally emotionless eyes. Then, almost too quickly, he saw her release a sigh of defeat and glance up to meet his eyes.
“I suppose I must accept your offer then.”