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Avengers POV:

"Why the hell is she in a cell?" Bucky growls, walking up to Nick Fury.

"Calm down, Barnes." He says

"She's just a kid!" Says Steve.

"She's a threat to herself and us." Says Fury.

"How long will she be in there?" Tony asks, arms crossed.

"As long as she needs to be," he answers.

"That's specific," Clint mutters.

"Look, she has something in her- a alien. We need to figure out what it is." Says Sharon Carter, who just walked in.

"What if it's not a alien, and more like the other guy," Bruce gestures to himself.

"Because we've heard of reports describing the thing, and it fits exactly." Says Maria Hill.

"What 'thing'?" Asks Nat

"She calls it Venom." says Wanda.

"Venom?" Thor asks.

She shrugs, "I dunno if she named it or what. That's what she told me."

"You heard of it?" Asks Peitro.

"No, it's just a strange name." Says Thor.

"Says you," Says Tony,

"What do you mean?" Questions Thor.

"No one can even say your hammer's name." Says Tony, "mdo- milner or something" he waves his hand.

"Mjölnir," Thor corrects.

"We're getting off point," says Cap.

"Point is, she's to remain in that cell till we know what the hell that thing to is." Says Fury.

"So she could possibly be a prisoner for the rest of her life?" Loki asks.

"Shut up, Reindeer Games! You're still grounded!" Says Tony.

Loki makes a comfiused face, "what?"

"You're the reason she left!" Nat points her gun at him.

Bruce gently takes her wrist, moving her hand down. "Let's not kill anyone today, Nat"

Loki rolls his eyes.

Harper POV:

I sigh, laying on my back on the floor. I had counted every light, traced every vent above me, and recited the alphabet backwards 3 times. I was on my 4th.

"S, R, Q, P, O, N, M, L-" I say.

"Hey," comes a voice.

I tilt my head to see the guy with the eye patch walk in. "Can I have my phone?" I ask.

"Who are you?" He demands.

"I'm Tony Stark, who are you?" I sass

"I could make this worse for you," he threatens.

"Mhm, not likely. I think I'm going to die of boredom" I say.

"Agreed. This is very boring," says Venom

"Care to explain who this Venom is?" He crosses his arms.

"My friend." I say.

"Who. Is. He? A parasite? A alien?" He presses

"Parasite!?" Venom roars

"Woah, woah, do not call him that. He's not a parasite," I sit up.

"Then what is he?" He questions.

"None of your business," I snap. "Who are you, anyway?"

"I'm Nick Fury, Director of SHEILD." He crosses his arms.

"Can I have my phone? Can I go to the bathroom? Can I have a book?" I ask, laying back down. "While you're at it, can I have my cat?"

Fury grits his teeth and walks out.

I snicker to myself.

After a while, I get uncomfortable. I sigh, eyelids heavy from barely any sleep last night. Venom shoots a tendril to one corner of the cell. He shoots another, and I shriek as I'm lifted up. I'm a few feet off the ground, in a black rubbery hammock made of Venom. "Oh... Thanks." I say.

"You're welcome." He says roughly. "Get some sleep, little human."

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