Broken Cages (MCU)✔️

Adam vs Peter

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The next hour was Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo and Beyonce. Every time I stopped scream-singing, Peter would urge me on. All four of our voices were hoarse. And it was the most fun I had ever had, ever. It was what I had dreamed of whenever I had listened to music alone—someone to sing with. I wasn't the best singer, but I loved it, strengthening my voice. Stronger than it had ever been.

"That was a perfect idea, Peter," Scott laughed.

Cassie and I were flushed and giggling.

Bruce knocked on the door. He was good with tech, and he would be sending the signals so they could track him, and they couldn't track us. He grinned at the four of us. "We are ready for you, Katya; get your mean face on."

I followed Bruce, the rest of them hanging back.

"I'll be waiting for you afterwards," Peter promised. No other words of what happened had been shared, but it was like we had come to an understanding.

The room was well-dirtied. It didn't look disgusting, but it looked well-lived in. "Come here," Loki said as he put the finishing touches behind me on the mirror, dirtying it with smears.

"You were thorough."

He smiled, "So were you; your voice sounds terrible. I got to get Peter's advice," he teased.

I rolled my eyes at his unnecessary comments.

"Well, now we have to be thorough with you. I am not really good with noogies, but my older brother does it to mess up Cassie's hair," Loki explained, trailing off.

Instead of letting his brother manhandle me, I asked for cooking oil, which I ran through my hair, greasing the tops and then running my hands roughly through it, fluffing the ends. To pull it together, I threw it into a messy bun. And not one of those cute ones, either. Loki had also brought me dirt. Literal dirt smudged on my body as if I was so dirty that the day sat on my skin. I hope this was clean dirt... was there such a thing?

Loki handed me the dress, which looked covered in blood, wine, and tears, and I pulled it on over my tank top, sliding out of my tank top and bra in the process, and then my pants, keeping on my underwear.

I handed Pepper my clothes, who had entered with Natasha. "Okay, sweetie, are you ready?" Of course, Pepper was here, possibly to do damage control afterwards. She was a calming presence.

I nod, taking the phone from Natasha. I need to cry. I try to think of things that have said to me that I am weak and the exact product of my parents. When none of that works, Loki gives me eye drops. The pressure of having to cry kept me from doing just that. Figures.

They all left the room, and I dialled the number. It took five rings for a man's face to appear on the screen.

"Adam," I breathe out as if it is a relief to see his face. In a way, it is. He answered. One more step over.

"My flower, where have you been? What happened to your face?" Flower. The questions. He was still playing the part. They did not suspect I knew. I couldn't slip up.

"They took me, Adam. I didn't know who else to call. I've been so scared." My voice struggled to get some words out with how raw it was. It helped with the lies.

His eyes darted around the screen. I held the phone away from my face, giving him a good eye on my surroundings, dirtied exterior, and nipples, which peaked through the dress. Give him what he wants.

We had decided against me knowing anything. I was still loyal and would not give him any information I would not have previously shared.

"They made me marry him, Adam," I choked out. Tears gathered in my eyes. I was doing well.