Orion is squeezing me into a tight black leather gown. My face was already waxed, and tweezed and all that jazz. My legs and arms we waxed, and my hair was washed three times over. He finally gets me into it, and zips it in the back.
“There.” He says. He holds up a pair of high heeled black leather boots. I slip them onto my feet.
“They fit perfectly!!” Orion smiles at me. He holds up a box of makeup, and a hairbrush and PLENTY of hair accessories. I sit in the arm chair. Orion got started on my makeup immediately.
After another half hour, my hair was up in a bun, several black roses stuck into it. My makeup consisted of black eyeshadow, large false black eyelashes, black cateye eyeliner, and a dark red lipstick. No blush. No foundation. I look at myself in the mirror.
“Am I ready, Orion?” He smiles at me.
“Almost. Here.” He holds out a small, silver necklace with the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on it. A few tears slip out of my eyes.
“It’s beautiful!” I say, holding it against my chest. Orion smiles and puts it on me.
“Your chariot awaits, my lady.” He holds out his hand to me and I take it. We head over to the elevator. After three floors, the elevator stops, and in comes Tony and his stylist, a woman with short, bright blue hair, tattoos on her arms and chest, a low cut black dress, combat boots, and black lipstick. Tony sees me and immediately tackles me into a hug. We cling onto each other. We take a step back and look at each other. His hair is greased back, and he’s wearing a leather cat suit, with a black jacket with coattails hanging down in the back, and black leather combat boots. We hold each other’s hands, just looking at each other. I notice that he has a S.H.I.E.L.D logo ring, that matches my necklace. We notice the pieces of jewelry at the same time.
“Nice necklace.” He smirks.
“Nice ring.” I laugh. The elevator stops and the doors open, to the basement floor of the building. I see chariots everywhere. A black one, a dark purple one, a red and gold one, a red and silver one, a dark green and black one, a lighter green and purple one, a blue and red one, A light blue one, and a (favorite color) one. I try to pinpoint which chariot will be who’s, when I suddenly hear screaming and sobbing behind me. I whirl around, to see none other than Natasha Romanov, sobbing. I’ve never seen her cry, nor known that she could. I run towards her.
“Natasha…” I kneel down next to her and she clings to me.
“I don’t want to die, (Name)! And I don’t want to have to die at the hands of my friends!” She sobs.
“None of us do, Tasha. This is fucked up, and whomever made this decision should be put in here with us.” I let her go and stand up.
“Ya hear that, fuckhead?! You should be put in here with us, you demon from the deepest depths of hell! You’re making us kill each other on live TV, while our families and friends watch, just for your fucked up entertainment! Well fuck you!” I scream into the air.
“It’s time to get on the chariot, (Name).” Orion says. I follow him, saying nothing.