#thread: trapped

@buchananbarnes1991

Peter had a free day. There wasn’t any schoolwork to do, and no need for patrols or anything, and so he had decided to do a bit of cleaning around the compound. He worked throughout the day, and finally he was able to put everything away. He’d been putting the vacuum away when suddenly the door closed behind him, plunging him into darkness. He blinked and turned, looking to the door before he went to open it, only to freeze as the handle didn’t move. It was locked. 

“Okay, that’s okay.” He said to himself, and he reached for his back pocket to grab his phone. “We’ll just call someone to come open the door, and--” He fumbled all his pockets, panic already beginning to set in as he realized his phone was on the coffee table in the living room, not in his pocket. 

“Okay, okay, okay... this is fine.” He said, his breathing already growing shallower and quicker as he backed up a little to press his back against the wall. “This is fine... I’m just the only one in the Compound, and I don’t have a phone, and FRIDAY can’t hear me in here...” He added quietly, sinking to the ground and wrapping his arms around himself tightly.   ---

Peter wasn’t sure how long he’d been in the closet, but he was sure it had been a couple hours at least. That’s how long it had felt, anyways. The walls had begun to close in on him quickly, and as the time passed he felt as if he was fading in and out of panic attacks. 

He was in the middle of another one when he heard a faint noise from the front door, causing him to scramble for the door of the closet. 

@shinobimind 苦あれば楽あり.

Orochimaru? That might have been easier to deal with. No this wasn’t one of the serpent’s labs, what’s more is Orochimaru wouldn’t need to drug him. He’d been out of the hideout to eat something at a cafe before the moved to another hideout. He had been fully committed to doing whatever it took to kill his brother, even at the cost of his own welfare, the snake sage was aware of this. So no, it couldn’t be the Sannin… Then drugged him… who put him in this cage…?

The eerie light suggested this was a lab of some sort. His attention was drawn to some shifting movement and a familiar voice saying his name. “Itachi…!” He practically spat the name of his brother, venomous and soaked with years of loathing, hatred but most of all hurt and betrayed. Why was he here? Where were they…? No matter, the younger Uchiha may not be strong enough yet but he would be more than happy to strike at his brother… just as soon as he got these shackles off his arms and hands.

His hands seemed to be encased, preventing even hand seals from being formed. Damn it! He was a sitting duck and Itachi was right there in front of him! That’s when he heard it, footsteps approaching from the darkness. The figure looked… like an older male figure as the light barely outlined him… who was that?

⦓義務⦔–––

Itachi’s eyes flickered over to Sasuke as he said his name aloud and he shook his head--he could already tell someone was coming and the sinking feeling in his heart only increased tenfold as he realized who it was. Danzo. It was Danzo of all people.. He stood a little straighter and narrowed his eyes. If Sasuke was chained..then why wasn’t he? He guessed that it was because Danzo assumed he’d been conditioned enough..but that was before the night of the massacre--before he realized that what he did was wrong and that their issues could have been resolved without going to those lengths.

The light shifted and he squinted at the brightness of it. He knew this was specifically designed to make his sharingan almost useless--the bright light would make his eyes sensitive so he would have to stop using it..too bad that he was blind without his sharingan--that he wouldn’t be able to see without it. He wouldn’t be turning his sharingan off. He would have to protect them both from Danzo.. seeing as Danzo could reveal his past. What he’d done and why. And then it would hurt Sasuke even more than he already had.

It wouldn’t hurt Danzo at all to break Sasuke. His sharingan spun. He was ready for whatever Danzo chose to do. “Danzo,” Itachi greeted curtly, “It’s too soon.” If he would have ever seen that man again..alive..it would be too soon. “Why are we here?” Itachi questioned.

Iris supports herself with her good arm on the wall, stumbling blindly for linens. She needed to fashion herself a sling. She couldn’t set this on her own and it should wait till it’s set but she can’t really think about that, panting and stumbling a bit.

All the other interior doors had been unlocked during the breakout. It didn’t matter because there was a barrier around the whole building. No magic, no way out, though her phone still had service, so that was... something.

Where the hell was she?

Iris brushes aside her hair, which keeps plastering itself to her face with sweat, breathing hard. Not... not linens. Looked like one of the common rooms. Fuck. She groans and drops back to sit on the floor slowly, pressing her back against the wall, holding her arm and letting out a small whimper of pain. Fuck.

...

Fuck.

Starter for amator-sanguinis in response to this!

     Shizuo had never been one for tight spaces--and he would have most definitely taken the stairs if they weren't in the process of getting cleaned. The lady at the front desk to the office building highly recommended that he take the elevator--and it was because of her pushiness that Shizuo found himself standing in this small box-like space. Steel doors slid closed with a soft sigh and Shizuo tried not to look at his reflection in the mirrors that covered every wall-surface.

     Music filtered into his thoughts and golden eyes flickered upwards to glare at the small speaker on the ceiling that stood out from the otherwise reflective surface.

     "Floor seven." A monotone female voice broke through the horrible music as the car slid to a stop--with a grimace beginning to pull at his lips, Shizuo moved to a corner of the small space to let the new person into the elevator. The space suddenly felt a lot smaller but Shizuo refused to look at the newcomer as he entered into the elevator and the doors slid shut once more. The elevator jerked back into its ascension and the bodyguard shoved his hands into his pockets, sighing deeply.

     "Damn, this music sucks," Shizuo muttered under his breath. Golden hues flickered over for a brief moment to look at the guy standing in the elevator with him and a flicker of surprise smoothed out the frown lines that had been residing between his eyebrows. Hell, the guy's nearly as tall as Simon, Shizuo thought to himself, glancing over the male. His pale silvery hair was unique, but even more so were his oddly colored eyes. The two of them were practically opposites standing in that elevator with only two feet of space between them--while Shizuo was gold, the guy was silver.

     Before Shizuo could reflect on it more, however, there was a huge jolt that sent the bodyguard careening forward. He managed to gain his balance, but as he did so, the soft elevator lights flickered and went out.

     --And then everything dropped.

     The feeling of falling only lasted for a few moments--just mere seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity. As the elevator suddenly lurched to a halt, the blond reached out to steady himself on the wall of the elevator, the music gone and replaced by his harsh breathing. His heart was pounding, but not from fear--rather, a sense of annoyance and fury was rushing through his veins and his lips parted as he inhaled deeply, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust to the darkness. A single dark red emergency light flickered on above their heads and the blond lifted a hand to adjust his sunglasses, pushing them back up to their rightful place on his face.

     "... What the fuck just happened?" Shizuo asked, his voice tense and very loud in the small space. Dammit, don't fuckin' tell me that I'm stuck in a goddamn elevator with this dumbass.

"Oh, Firie, you need not worry. If you do not wish to learn of our people’s history, that is perfectly alright," Erestor placed a hand on her shoulder, "I know history can be rather unappealing to most people."

"I think I’m rightly optimistic," Erestor chuckled, "I suppose the histry of the Elves is of little importance if you simply wish to learn the language. I apologize. I misunderstood your intentions," Erestor bowed his head.

"Aye, very good," Erestor complimented the young woman, "I’m certain you will learn quickly. It is called ‘Sindarin’, the language of our people. There is also ‘Quenya’, but it is not often used anymore. Perhaps I may teach you that as well, in time. This book contains some of our older stories. I believe the tale of Glorfindel and the balrog is one of them."