Morgan woke up in a haze, her vision blurry and her head still aching from the harsh punch that clashed to the side of her head. At first, the pain didn’t matter, her body nestling deeper into the luxury comforters of a bed that wasn’t hers. Then, when she finally came to, the little girl felt panic swell in her chest, finally realising that she was not in her home cottage. This wasn’t her bedroom. She bolted upright, chest heaving as she examined her surroundings. The cuffs keeping her wrists chained to one side of the bed were the only thing keeping her from scrambling for the first door she saw. The room she was in wasn’t the biggest, but it’d empty nature made it look more spacious, walls of wood and floors of cement. The bed she was in was a singular, a bed for a child her age, with soft pink mattress sheets and twinning colourful bow print sheets encasing the pillows and blankets. The bed was even decorated with fairy lights head and foot, and a radio on the nightstand, the static humming an unfamiliar lullaby…

The light hanging from the bare ceiling swayed slightly, a faint pink hue making it easier to look at. It was dim. Her kidnapper clearly didn’t like bright lights. If she was able to do anything, it was keep herself under control, until her parents and his friends came to get her. Tony was strong, his suit very strong, but the whole team? Natasha? Bruce? Clint? Steve? No normal person had a chance against them in a fight…

The moment Morgan thought she caught her breath, the door to the basement creaked open, immediately making her breath catch in her throat. Anyone with the nerve to steal a ten year old girl, let alone the daughter of an American Billionaire Genius and Philanthropist, had to be either insane, or incredibly stupid. If their motive has driven them this far, what they’d be willing to do to her was haunting… You moved quietly, the door clicking closed behind you, and your shadow merging with the dark corners of the room as you moved around the basement, stalking closer. She couldn’t see you just yet, but Morgan could feel it, your eyes on her, the deranged thoughts behind them, something incomprehensibly painful…

Swallowing thickly, her fuzzy sweater Pepper put her to bed in suddenly felt itchy, or maybe it was her own skin she was uncomfortable with. The cold air in the house doing nothing to cool her down. Then, you stepped under the light, revealing your appearance to her, your face. You were a stranger to her, but what frightened her more was your willingness to let her remember your face…

Morgan: Her small voice trembled, not sure wha to say first Hello… ?