Day 13

Peter p.o.v

I woke up, once again, with the same feeling that I've had since I met Candice.

I rubbed my temples as I sat up.

The migraine was back.

I walked downstairs once again and grabbed advil.

I swallowed six this time.

It just won't go away.

"Morning Peter." Said clint.

"Morning." I replied

"Morning."

"Good morning."

"Hi."

"Hey."

Giselle walked in, wearing her jacket like normal.

"Morning." she said.

"Morning." I replied.

"What do you want to eat? We have eggs, bacon, and muffins." Steve asked her.

"Um, oh, um, I'm not that hungry right now." She said.

We all looked at her.

She was always the most hungry in the mornings.

Sooooo why isn't she hungry now?

"Um, if your sure." Said Mr. Stark.

She nodded and sat down.

"Um. Since your not hungry, would like something to drink?" Asked Nat.

"Um. Sure. Can I have some orange juice?" She said.

She hates Orange Juice!

WTF is going on?

"Um, are you feeling ok Giz?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Um. Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" She said.

"Oh. Um. No reason."

There was definitely a reason.

And I am going to find it out.

"Actually, come to think of it, I'm kind of tired, and I think I should go back to bed. It was nice talking to everyone. Bye." She said suddenly.

We all mumbled a small 'bye.'

She stood up and left, leaving her orange juice behind.

Once she left, I grabbed her glass and put it in the sink.

Something struck me as odd about the glass.

I looked at it harder.

There weren't any finger prints.

I looked at the entrance/exit that Giselle walked out of then back at the glass.

WTF is going on with Giselle?

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It was dinner, and Giselle still hadn't eaten anything all day.

I looked at her from across the table.

Her eyes were glazed, they looked painted on.

They looked dead.

I guess that being poisoned really took a toll on her.

She glanced at me and scowled.

I looked down at my plate.

What is going on with Giselle?

Why is she acting so... weird?

And, why did she scowl at me?

Did I do something?

I stood up and put my plate away.

I walked back to my room.

On the ceiling.

I let go of the ceiling right in front of my door.

I walked in and threw myself onto the bed.

Something was going on with Giselle, and I can do nothing about it.

Well, that's not entirely true.

I sat up and walked back to the table.

"Hey, um. Mr. Stark?" I said sheepishly.

"Yeah kid?" He said, looking at me.

"Can I talk to you for a minute? Privately?"

He nodded and followed me to the lab.

"Mr. Stark, I think there is something wrong with Giselle. Could Bruce give her a checkup tomorrow? I just, I don't have a good feeling about it. Ever since Candice took her, my spidey senses have been giving me a migraine."

Mr. Stark looked at me.

Then he nodded.

"Yeah. Sure kid. She has been acting odd lately..." he said, looking off into space.

"So, tomorrow she's going to get a checkup?" I asked, just to make sure.

He shook his head, coming back down to earth.

"Yeah. I think that is a good idea." He decided.

"I'll talk to Bruce about it." He finished, before walking out of the room.

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Giselle p.o.v

I gasped for air right before my head was dunked in water again.

Apparently this was an experiment to see how well I handle fear and stress.

Apparently that is also the reason for all the other things they do to me.

My head was pulled out of the water once again, and air was accepted into my lungs.

Roman finally let go of my hair.

He flung me to the other side of the room.

I shoved my arms at him, trying to use my telekinesis.

It... it didn't work.

He chuckled and then exited my room.

A group of soldiers walked in as he left.

They pinned me to the wall and gave me some kind of shot.

They have given me this shot every day once, the same time exactly every day.

It didn't take me a long time to figure that the shot disabled my powers.

I struggled and they let me go, leaving in a hurry.

I suddenly felt exhausted.

I leaned my back against the cinder block wall, and slowly lowered my body.

My arms ended up clutching my legs.

I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes, absorbing the calmness and trying to relax.

I opened my eyes and thought about Peter and Tony.

where are you? I need you guys...

I thought of them as I lost the rest of my consciousness due to blood loss.

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Peter p.o.v

I fiddled with my thumbs with the rest of the avengers as we waited in the lab for Giselle and Mr. Stark.

The door opened and I looked up to see Giselle.

She was wearing her jacket, like normal.

She sat down on the bed thing watched as Bruce took her measurements.

"Ok Giselle, i um. I just need some blood." He nodded at Steve and Thor and they walked over on each side of her.

She nodded and to our surprise, willingly took off her jacket.

We all gasped as she exposed her arms.

Not because her scars were there, but because they weren't.

All her scars were gone.

Then everything clicked.

No pulse, didn't eat, dead eyes, confused when I went to my room, secretive.

She was not Giselle.

Who was it?

Not realizing the difference, Bruce took out the needle and inserted it into her arm.

Only he didn't insert it.

Because it bent away, making a screeching sound.

Bruce made a shocked expression.

I webbed Bruce away as she swiped her arm at him.

This was definitely not Giselle.

This was some kind of robot.

Thor and Steve grabbed her and pinned her to the bed.

The sound she made were inhuman, it was like listening to static.

A gun popped out of her arm, and she tried to shoot everyone.

Bruce turned into hulk and smashed her, exposing her wires.

There was now a crater in the lab.

A wire pancake was sitting in the middle.

It's eye popped out and rolled right in front of me, staring right at me.

I crushed it with my foot.

I looked up.

Tony was looking at the robot with glossy eyes.

He closed his eyes and looked away.

Three tears fell quickly as I realized that I had broken my promise to Giselle yet again.

What kind of hero am I if I can't protect one girl?

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Giselle p.o.v

I screamed as Roman took my blood using a dirty needle.

Normally it wouldn't hurt but the fact that it was rusty made me want to throw up.

Once he had filled the syringe, he walked away.

The usual group of guards walked in, and since I was already confined to the table, they decided to use it to their advantage.

I struggled and bit the fingers of the guards who were trying to grab my face, but it didn't take long for one to grab a hold on my jaw and move it to the left.

The guard on my right put one hand on my face, and used the other to inject me.

A burning feeling came from the fluid, and I gasped.

I bit the guards finger and drew blood.

He scowled at me and looked at my leg, which was confined to the table with metal cuffs.

He smiled at me, and grabbed a piece of broken cinder block the size of a cantaloupe, or a small watermelon.

"No, no. No! Please, please no! I'm begging you! No. No! NO!" I screamed.

He raised the block, and right before I gave into the darkness, I thought of one thing.

One thing only.

Well, some one.

I couldn't get him out of my head.

Roman.

If I ever get my hands on him, I will make him wish that he had never laid a hand on me.