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You couldn't really understand what was happening. The black-hooded men dragged you through the hallways and past places you knew. And places you didn't. Toward a room you had seen before, but never tried to enter. It was forbidden.
You fought them. Kicked and scratched and clawed. Or, at least, tried to. Your uniform ripped in more than one place, but you didn't care. Why were they doing this to you? You hadn't done anything wrong. You were the top of your class. Passed your practice test in under three minutes.
Was that really a reason to punish you?
You should have chosen Dauntless when they gave you the choice. You would have, you reminded yourself, but Boaz had warned you against it. Said it would crush your spirit. Like he would have known. But he begged, so you didn't.
You were sure he would have protected you, had he known.
The men deposited you on the floor, and you scrambled to your feet. Guns around the room already pointed in your direction. You stood still and tried to see a way out.
“(Y/n),” a man cooed. He wore a blue suit, and you knew what that meant. He eyed you, up and down. “You look so... normal.”
“Of course I do.” You shrugged. “Why wouldn't I?”
“Because you're not.” He tapped a finger on his chin, as if deciding what to do.
“Why am I here?” You looked around the white, white room. Everything looked familiar, but nothing stood out. You had seen testing rooms like this one before.
He chuckled. “Don't you know?”
“No one told me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. You were suddenly very cold.
“Your placement test.” He waved a hand, like that explained everything.
“What about it? I took it, and they placed me.”
“You took it, and you passed everything. Divergent.”
“What?” You had never heard the word before. It wasn't one of the factions. So, what did he mean by it? You quickly calculated the root of the word, that it meant to deviate from something. So, you were a little different. So what?
“Trust me, it'll catch on.” He motioned to one of the masked men, who seated you in a chair. “But until then, you're here so we may decide if there is any way to tame a Divergent mind.”
A sharp prick as they injected something into your neck. You looked up at the nearest mask and blinked. Something was wrong. You felt drowsy. “What did you do?”
“Don't worry about what we've done. Worry about what we will soon be doing.” He rolled his eyes and moved something around a screen. “Night, night, Divergent.”
You felt yourself sleep. And the hallucination began.
You fought them. Kicked and scratched and clawed. Or, at least, tried to. Your uniform ripped in more than one place, but you didn't care. Why were they doing this to you? You hadn't done anything wrong. You were the top of your class. Passed your practice test in under three minutes.
Was that really a reason to punish you?
You should have chosen Dauntless when they gave you the choice. You would have, you reminded yourself, but Boaz had warned you against it. Said it would crush your spirit. Like he would have known. But he begged, so you didn't.
You were sure he would have protected you, had he known.
The men deposited you on the floor, and you scrambled to your feet. Guns around the room already pointed in your direction. You stood still and tried to see a way out.
“(Y/n),” a man cooed. He wore a blue suit, and you knew what that meant. He eyed you, up and down. “You look so... normal.”
“Of course I do.” You shrugged. “Why wouldn't I?”
“Because you're not.” He tapped a finger on his chin, as if deciding what to do.
“Why am I here?” You looked around the white, white room. Everything looked familiar, but nothing stood out. You had seen testing rooms like this one before.
He chuckled. “Don't you know?”
“No one told me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself. You were suddenly very cold.
“Your placement test.” He waved a hand, like that explained everything.
“What about it? I took it, and they placed me.”
“You took it, and you passed everything. Divergent.”
“What?” You had never heard the word before. It wasn't one of the factions. So, what did he mean by it? You quickly calculated the root of the word, that it meant to deviate from something. So, you were a little different. So what?
“Trust me, it'll catch on.” He motioned to one of the masked men, who seated you in a chair. “But until then, you're here so we may decide if there is any way to tame a Divergent mind.”
A sharp prick as they injected something into your neck. You looked up at the nearest mask and blinked. Something was wrong. You felt drowsy. “What did you do?”
“Don't worry about what we've done. Worry about what we will soon be doing.” He rolled his eyes and moved something around a screen. “Night, night, Divergent.”
You felt yourself sleep. And the hallucination began.
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AvengersxReader - Ordinary (2/4)
AvengersxReader - Ordinary (2/4)
Setting: Before AOU. Season 2 of Agents of SHIELD before Skye got her powers.
Contains: Violence, torture(?), cussing.
Enjoy! Oh, I also created the myth, it's not an actual myth. I changed it to 4 parts because this one was getting rather long.
"Thor, aren't you going to explain to us what's going on?" Steve questioned as he approached the Asgardian god.
"I can explain on the way but we need to land. I can call Heimdall and we'll be able to go to Asgard," Thor insisted. Tony walked towards him and slightly shoved Steve to the side where Steve glared at him a bit.
"Wait, you want all of us?" Tony asked.
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You tossed your phone to the side, unable to find anything interesting to browse, nor anyone stupid enough to troll. There was nothing to do whatsoever. Natasha and Clint were both working together on a mission, attempting to break down the few remaining corrupted members of shield. Thor was currently shopping for pop-tarts and other of 'Midgard's most admirable and remarkable creations'.
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Your reading was cut short. You froze and slowly teared your gaze away from the book in front of you when you felt someone's warm breath on the back of your neck. You didn't even need to turn to know whom it was. That was obvious.
You decided not to pay him any attention and returned your book albeit the fact that the constant interruptions were getting annoying. They'd been going on for months. You were just waiting impatiently for the words to start coming out of his ignorant mouth.
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So, while I'm waiting for my genius ideas to click in on the Coulson fanfic and the Avengers fanfic, I thought I would upload this little idea I had for a Divergent backstory. I admit, I watched the movie and wondered who the first Divergent was. Hence, this story. Hope you enjoy. Coulson and the Avengers will be back soon!
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This is really good.
I never really though about the first divergent, now I'm starting to.
Keep up the good work!
I never really though about the first divergent, now I'm starting to.
Keep up the good work!