_ - your name goes here.
(h/c) – your hair color
(h/l) – your hair length
(e/c) – your eye color
Prologue:
You Want a Martyr, I'll Be One
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You were being taken down a long, narrow hallway into the basement of a strange building. You stared at your surroundings, keeping yourself as distant as possible from the people who currently held you. It was just a while ago that S.H.I.E.L.D had decided to take you into custody for 'protection'. Yet from what the answer was still not known to you. One of the agents shoved you harshly so you could get a move on and keep up with the director, who earlier introduced himself as non other than Nick Fury. Of course you tried to keep the formalities to a minimum, as telling these guys about your past would only make them put you in a cell for a few oh I don't know, thousand years?
"So kid, what did you say your name was?" You slowly raised your head to face the director. You thought about not answering, but seeing as other people had your name as well it was safe to tell them.
"_. (nickname) for short." Hopefully they didn't match that name to your description, your (h/l) (h/c) locks and (e/c) seemed to be standing out. You were then lead into an elevator that was going to the top floor. Perfect, you thought. The height should surely give you an advantage. You then looked at the two agents who seemed to be rookies, your eyes turning a slight blue to analyze them further. Even better, they're still learning to fight. You secretly smiled to yourself. Everything would actually turn out smoothly. You then heard a soft ding noise and watched as the elevator doors slid open, revealing a huge living area, a bar, and a great view of New York. Then something struck a chord inside your memory. This was the Stark tower, and that only meant-
"Fury? What are you doing here?" You turned your head to see Tony Stark, whiskey in hand, walk to the elevator and you all stepped out.
"I see someone didn't get the memo. Stark, this is _. She's going to be staying here for a while for protection. In the mean time, make her as comfortable as possible and try not to tick this one off with that music of yours." All you heard was music and you immediately shot your hand into your jacket, gripping your iPod. They all stared at you, puzzled looks on their faces.
"I-It's a bit cold in here." As soon as the words left your mouth, the air went off and you heard a new voice, this one a bit more robotic-like.
"I have turned off the ac and adjusted the temperature in this room, Miss _. Is this okay for now?" That must've been Stark's robotic butler, JARVIS, but you paid him no mind.
"Thank you." You took your iPod and headphones out of your pocket and put one of the headphones into your ear while you turned the device on. You didn't hear the conversation that continued without you, but as soon as the thing came to life you went straight to your music player and hit shuffle. You hummed silently as a few My Chem, Green Day, Sum 41, and Metallica songs came on. Without you noticing, Tony had taken your other headphone and was listening to music with you. Apparently, Fury and his two lackeys had already left and it was just you and the billionaire.
"You have a sort of good taste in music." That took you out of your trance and you paused the current song, King For A Day by Pierce the Veil.
"There's a bit too much screaming but I guess it's alright."
"Do you see me going through your music? No. Leave me and my iPod alone, thank you very much." You walked to the couch and plopped down, resuming the song which had only just begun. Heh, no snarky comment? Great. You looked around and directly at the window, seeing a door that led outside. Is this day just loving me right now? You wondered, a slight smile on your face. You had both headphones in this time and you didn't hear other people come in.
"That kid is rude! Besides, Black Sabbath's better than whatever she's listening too!"
"She's not old like you, Stark."
"But Cap, SHE HAS METALLICA ON THAT THING!" He yelled Metallica. You looked up and saw the rest of the Avengers, the so called Earth's Mightiest Heroes. They all turned to look at you. You paused the song, Vic Fuentes' and Kellin Quinn's wonderful voices cut off.
"What," You said bluntly, "Can't a girl listen to some punk rock without being judged?" You took the headphones out of the iPod, restarted the song, and put the volume up before pressing play.
Dare me to jump off this Jersey bridge!
I bet you've never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up, keep it up, let's raise our hands!
I take a look up at the sky and I see red.
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide!
Everything red!
By that point you were on your feet and singing your heart out, your voice as wonderful as it was venomous. A flash of blue lights danced around you as a red mist erupted from your hands, leaving the Avengers in shock mode. This was your chance and you made sure you took it, making your way to the exit outside. They followed you, quickly realizing it was an escape plan that you had in mind.
Please won't you push me for the last time?
Lets scream until there's nothing left!
So sick of playing I don't want this anymore!
That thought of you's no fucking fun!
You want a martyr, I'll be one!
Because enough's enough, we're done.
You looked down at the city, you looked up to see the approaching 'heroes'. This was the most easiest choice you've ever made in your life. You jumped. You could hear shouts on the way down, but it didn't really bother you. You clutched your iPod in one hand, and sang along to the chorus, counting the seconds go by. 3… 4… 5… 6. Out of nowhere, a string of blue and white pixels encircled your body, bringing with it music notes of all kinds. You were enveloped by lyrics and then it spread out, creating digital wings that allowed you to safely float back down to the ground. You looked around and saw that no one paid you much attention. Oh thank God. You listened to the rest of the song as you wandered the streets, making sure no one could recognize you.
You told me think about it, well I did
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want.
I'm oversleeping like a dog on the floor.
After all, you were a forgotten failed S.H.I.E.L.D experiment who's been on the run for 4 years.