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Arms encase you and you try to fight them. It’s hard. You look down and see thick forearms with veins popping out while they restrain you. You lean down and sink your teeth into the flesh. The sudden taste of iron on your tongue lets you know that you’ve drawn blood.
“Damn it (y/n).” The arms let go for a fraction of a second but that’s long enough and you seize the opportunity to sprint forward. You spin so you’re back faces the wall and you glare at the two men stood in front of you. They’re both tall and blonde. The one is nearly 7 foot tall with shoulder length blonde hair, dressed in a white t-shirt and some grey tracksuit bottoms.
The other has short blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s also in a white t-shirt and some brown trousers. He’s examining his forearm which has some nice teeth shaped holes in it that are leaking blood. So he’s the one you bit you think to yourself. A smile victory smirk creeps across your face at the thought of that.
“JARVIS get Fury in here now,” the one whose is bleeding shouts. “Certainly, Mr. Rodgers” a faceless British voice replies.
You look around for a door to escape and notice that the only one is behind the 7 foot tall guy. “Thor keep the door blocked she’s violent.” So the tall one in Thor and small one is ‘Something Rodgers’.
These names resonate with you but you can’t tell why and there’s a dull ache at the back of your head.
“(Y/n) it’s me Steve,” the shorter one steps closer to you, and you growl a low primal growl coming from your chest. He takes a step backwards and Thor warns Steve not to get to close to you. You take a chance and charge at the smaller one. You grab him round the waist and topple him to the ground and you pin him there. You see red while Steven struggles underneath you trying to break out of your grip. Just as your fist is about to connect with his face a sharp scratch enters your arm. You look around to find why, but your eyelids are suddenly very heavy and you find yourself falling into darkness.