Sequoia
Avengers x Reader
Warning: Angst.So much Angst.Slow burn angst.Abuse.Mention of rape.Brainwashed.ANGST.Blood.Torture.Swearing.Kidnapping.
Part 22
âOh, my love, the stories are pale in comparison to your beauty when looked upon with my own eyes,â Korvac mumbled, blushing as he caressed your delicate skin. âIâm sorry for hurting you.â He frowned, his gaze dropping at the sight of your wrist tightly tied around the edge of the headboard. âItâs your fault anyway, If you havenât kicked me, then youâd be free as a bird.â
 âI wasnât ever free ever since you took me away from my home, you animal!â You spat back, hatred and rage lingering over your words as you looked at the monster in front of you. Your head throbbed, as you felt the thick liquid trickle from your forehead to your mouth- the iron taste of blood not even foreign anymore. Itâs been two days since you saw the Doctor, but even with the medicine and supplements he gave you-the agonizing pain you felt in your head never ceased away. So, without even consulting the doctor- you stopped taking the medications, thinking that they werenât even doing anything and maybe the doctor just gave the wrong dosage, but you were wrong- It wasnât not working because of the miscalculation with the dosages-but because it wasnât even meant for the pain. It was meant for you to not remember anything, but as you stopped drinking it instantly- your body drastically coped up; and now- You remember. Everything.
 âThat wonât do anything, sweetheart,â Korvac smirked, watching you try to free yourself but continuously failing. âUh-uh.â He chuckled, earning a glare from you as you quickly stopped what you were doing âDonât do that. You might hurt our little one. â He laughed, his hand caressing your growing bump. It was in an instant that you were back into your first state when you got there, confused and heartbroken. Your gaze dropped-your eyes instantly tearing up as you felt the kicks, tiny footprints visible for a second or so âYou sobbed, your train of thoughts continuously making you feel horrible and dirty.
 âSteve, TonyâŚ...Where are you? Save me.Pleaseâ
 âSheâs a hero you knowâ Steve whispered, his blue orbs glistening with tears; and if you look close enough-you can see a glimmer of hope. âYou should have seen her work. â
 âI did.â Fury grunted.
 âNo. You didnât, You saw her fought battles in the gym. You saw her train, But you havenât seen her work. In the field, with us- saving people.â Natasha butted in.
âEvery day she worked for a better tomorrow, a more noble outcome. Because for âIana? A rock in her path was simply an opportunity to think harder, to develop new solutions. Every fork in the road she walked both paths until she was sure which was the right one and then she ran as fast as she could. â Pete stepped up, tears flowing.
 âShe-She held on tight to her dreams and woke up every day like her success was already there, she just had to keep on walking to it. "Mind over matter," that's what she would say, "whatever your goal is, keep striving, we're all going to make it together." Tony chuckled, for the first time in five years-Tony finally smliled.
 âAre you teaming up, against me?â The director smirked.
 âIsnât that what you want? Director?â
 âIt is, Captain.â
 Steve stopped for a moment, contemplating what a mission like this could mean, and how it could end.  He felt the lingering fear, the anxiousness, it was back and it scared him. What could possibly happen? Itâs been five years since they last saw you, since they last knew you were alive. So will he risk it? Again? Can he let his team go through that dreadful times? Can he? Was Wanda telling the truth? Did she really have visions? Or was she just dreaming? As he felt a light hand atop of his shoulder, He stared at the hazel eyes, Tonyâs hoping ones-feeling that he was seeing the real man for the first time, Tonyâs emotions clearly visible in his expression. Steve knew that Tony was asking for help, but was too proud to actually say the words.  Behind the man in iron, Natasha looked back; her hands holding onto Wandaâs. It was his team, They were back. Stronger and determined than ever.
 âThree minutes. Get what you need.â                                                                                                                                                  Â
Eviana Hope Kalani had wept until the fount of tears seemed dry. She had beaten with her hands against the heavy door of her prison room until her knuckles streamed blood. Shouting and screaming as sobs escaped her swollen lips, sinking exhausted to the floor. The grief came in waves and threatened to consume her entirely. It was her master, for now. She was at the mercy of its whims and at times it bit at her with such ferocity she feared it would leave her an empty shell.
 âLet me out! Let me out please!â She screamed, It was the loudest; most piercing scream someone can ever hear. It sounded like a scream of wild panic. A scream of hysteria and disbelief, bordering on terror. âPlease, Michael.â Eviana sobbed, shutting her eyes as she felt
 After a long period of time, Evianaâs eyes squinted as light passed through the steel door that prevented her from going anywhere. âYour son is looking for you, My Queen,â Korvac muttered, his voice thick with his accent- an accent that wasnât new to her ears, but it made her hair stand straight up on the back of her neck; giving her chills of terror.
 âMy son?â
 And as if on cue, the door opened widely-revealing a toddler who's eyes were red shot as tears continued flowing from his dark emerald eyes, it was like a forest at sunset; the green of the leaves clinging to the very last bits of light they could. A pang of pain started building up in her core, as if the pain that the child was feeling-was being transferred to her. It was as if she can feel it, the pain and confusion that the child continuously feels. As Sequoia waddled his way to his mother, his lips trembled-afraid that she was hurt and that thereâs nothing he can do. âM-Mama?â He whispered, his innocent hands caressing her beaten cheeks. âM-Mama hurt?â There was nothing she can do but cry, in his eyes, she can see her own reflection. Her eyes were lighter, like a meadow on a summer day- it was a lighter shade of emerald, compared to his dark innocent emerald ones. His eyes were the kind of green that the grass gets jealous of. The kind of green that distracts you from everything around. His eyes were the kind of green that gets noticed even when you can't see them because his eyes showed straight through to his personality. That happy, light, noticeable yet innocent green is the variety he had.
 âNo baby. Mamaâs just tired.â Eviana lied, her gaze now glaring at the monster in front of her and her child. âDid you eat already âSe?â She smiled, trying to change the topic-knowing the little guy, heâd tell her stories about the different feast Michael always served them with. ââQuoia ate âmâshed poto.â
 âOh.Was it nommy?â
 âNommy nommy mama!â Sequioa cheered, his toothless grin showing-warming Evianaâs heart. It was as if all hurt and pain was lifted, and it was exchanged with more strength and love for the child in front of her, and the one growing inside her.
 âIâd never hurt him Carina.â
 âStop calling me that!â Eviana roared. Her head, throbbing once again. âI told you. My name is Eviana!â
 âThe doctor is here.Youâll be back soon, My love.â Korvac chuckled, aggressively picking up the crying toddler as Victor came inside. âTake care of her Victor.â
 âI will, My King.â As Victor came closer to her, A couple of Kronans followed-placing her back at a bed- swiftly inserting an Intravenous drip onto her swollen hand. It was in a matter of minutes that a primal scream escaped her lips once again.
 âHelp me!â
   When a migraine struck, Eviana was its prisoner, quite helpless in her cage of pain. She was blinded with flashing colorful spots and craved darkness, quite and stillness. Often the nausea would overwhelm her, and she would vomit. Pain would throb so violently around her skull that she wondered why it didn't just crack open. It was always the same, a crushing pain just on one side of her head that came and went in a pattern, radiating to all the lobes of her brain. It made her want to pace about, she couldn't sit, couldn't lie down or relax. Her eyes would water because of the pain and her nose would bleed.
  âIs it done?â Korvac grunted, his eyes glued at the woman he loved-peacefully sleeping on their shared bed.
 âItâs done.â Victor proudly said. âThe process went beautifully. Sheâs all yours Michael.â It was on cue as Evianaâs eyes fluttered open, her eyes quickly scanning the rest of the place. She was in her night gowns, her arm in a cast as a bandage was plastered on her right side of the head.
 ââKael?â Eviana called out, her voice raspy, confused-and longing for something. âWhat happened?â
 âOh, My Queen.â Korvac smirked, hiding his excitement as he wonderfully plastered a worried face. âIt was a horrible accident. Sequioa, Our little trouble maker. He ran after the butterfly, not noticing the huge hole in the garden- And you, his hero- You saved him, hurting yourselfâŚ.â
 âIs he hurt?âKael!â Instantly, Eviana sat up-hurting herself in the process.âDonât worry my love.Heâs not!Because of you.â Korvac smiled, wickedly-as if he had won again.








