ARIA'S POV
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When I woke up, I tried to move my legs but I couldn't. Then I tried my hands, I faced the same fate. What's happening? Am I lying down on my stone foam bed in the rusty-smelly cell?
I took a deep breath and tried to steady my thoughts. This place doesn't smell like my cell, which means I'm not in my cell. So where am I? What is the last thing I can remember?
I shut my eyes against the darkness and tried to remember; I was in my cell, eating a very nasty smelling soup; Pietro's way of trying to break me, making me yearn for the good and tasty meals I've been used to for a while now.
I was dead ass hungry and tired. That was the only reason I would eat such a terrible meal. But in between my meal, my cell door was pushed open, and Steve! Oh my god, Steve.
Steve came for
