Redemption (Midas x Reader)

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I struggled, pushing their other hand away as much as I could as it roamed my body, undoubtedly trying to find a weapon, or the key to escape. Thankfully the gun had landed out of their reach for now, but my fight was waning as my vision grew darker, and it was only a matter of time before I was unconscious and the key was in their hand.

They never spoke, the only sound coming from behind me being the heavy nasal breathing near my left ear, steady and labored. The sound seemed to lengthen, growing further and further away as I started to lose strength, my feet beginning to give out as my body slumped into their grip. And I could've sworn, as the stars swimming in my eyes started to fade to black, that I heard it calling my name in the distance.

There was a flash, bright and white, and I momentarily wondered if I was supposed to head towards it before my body crumpled to the cement below. My lungs screamed with each intake of breath as I desperately inhaled the life back into myself, and the world slowly began to come back into focus.

"I said, back the fuck UP!!!" Skye yelled, brandishing what appeared to be a sword in her hands that she was wielding in front of her as though it were a common occurrence. The bright light I'd seen had apparently been the spark it had made as it connected with the bars, the prisoner having had no choice but to release me or lose a limb.

I craned around, for the first time seeing the person who had grabbed me. To my surprise I saw that it was a woman, not much bigger than myself, the only hint as to the origin of her strength lying in the sheer hatred behind her eyes as she glared at me. A mask covered her nose and mouth, her gold-flecked eyes staring daggers at me above it.

Although I couldn't see her entire face, something seemed so familiar about her, but I couldn't place it, my foggy head from my near death experience clouding my memory and making it hard to think. It wasn't until she turned her head just slightly to keep an eye on Skye's movements that I saw the golden streak in her raven hair. And then I knew.

Rox.

It was unmistakably her, even though her hair was much shorter, and jagged, and her eyes were not the same blue color as before. It hadn't occurred to me that she would be here, imprisoned since that fateful night on the roof of the Agency, when Midas had marred her face in retribution for her attempt on my life. It made perfect sense, seeing as how she was no longer the only traitor kept in residence.

Now I stared at her in return, wondering just how much damage Midas had done, how thoroughly her head was filled with gold if it had gone deeply enough to affect her eyes. It must've been extensive, considering the mask, and I suddenly understood that her silence wasn't voluntary.

What she couldn't say with her mouth was still evident in her gaze, the rage and jealousy having had plenty of time to foment as she sat alone in this prison with nothing but time to reflect on it. Not only that, but I was now relatively sure she had heard everything that had just happened between me and Midas, because I realized that I had heard my name being called out, as Midas continued to cry out for me in the distance.

"Y/N!!! Y/N!!!!!!!!" he screamed repeatedly, his anguished voice echoing down the hall, accompanied by the clash of metal on metal as he helplessly beat his hands against the bars. She'd been forced to overhear our moans as we'd pleasured one another and now bore witness to his distress at not being able to come to my aid. No wonder she still wanted to kill me.

"I've got her, Dad!!!" Skye called out in reassurance, the sudden sound of her voice startling me out of my trance. The banging stopped, punctuated by a guttural sound that could've passed as either a relieved groan or a sob.