Hello everyone!
So if you haven't all noticed, I have taken a very, very, VERY long hiatus. I am no longer in the CSI:Miami fiction and I'm sorry to my other readers, but please don't expect me to finish the incomplete ones, because I will not.
This is my very first Avengers fic and I'm uber excited!
I already have a few chapters brewing, but before I actually continue writing, this is sort of the pilot.
Synopsis:As the Avengers live out their separate lives, a new one has just begun. A nightmare they thought had been put to rest has come back to haunt them, taking a form that no one would expect. As the Avengers get all the help they can get, they are in a race against time as their threat becomes more powerful by the minute.
(Sort of from the movie/comic universe.)
I OWN NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS
He was certain he had dreamt many dreams that night, but only one had stood out from the rest.
He had been running down an infinite hallway for some time now, one that seemed all too familiar to him. As he ran, he saw the faces of his so called loved ones over the many years he had lived: Charles Xavier, Scott Summers, his own mother and father…
Jean Grey.
He wanted to stop and stare at the beautiful mural of her, but he was running so fast as if he were being chased. He yelled and screamed at his legs, begging them to stop, but they continued to run.
At what seemed to be the end of the hallway, there was a bird; a giant bird with glowing red eyes and orange flames for feathers. Logan had never seen anything like it, but its emanating heat felt all too familiar.
The giant flaming bird lifted its right orange wings and began to soar.
Straight for Logan.
He continued to run feeling as if he had no choice. He felt a connection with this peculiar bird, one like no other.
A millisecond before they collided, he heard a voice say, "Did you see? Did you see it Logan?"
Before the flames could engulf him, he woke up to big blue eyes staring at him very intently.
"Jesus Christ, Lila, a little warning first, and maybe not when I'm sleeping!" he whispered, not wanting to wake anyone.
"Did you see it? Did you feel it like I did?" Lily had ignored everything he just said focusing on him and him alone.
Lily Silvers is a psychic in the School of Mutants, her visions only coming to her in dreams. She was only 5 years old, so she had no idea of the common courtesies when it came to showing people her visions.
"I saw it. The bird! The big fire bird! Its gonna hurt someone and then they'll hurt us too! Please Logan, you have to believe me!" The little girl started to cry.
Logan held her and rubbed her soft auburn locks. "Shh, Silvy. Shh. Everythings going to be fine, okay? Now, can you tell me when you had this dream?" Logan knew it didn't really matter when she had it. Sometimes her visions came true in only seconds, sometimes it could be months, and one time it was even a year before it actually ever happened.
"I keep having it Logan! And it's starting to hurt my head! We have to save the person Logan or they'll get hurt and hurt us too!" Lily pleaded with Logan.
I know that creature, and I know I killed that thing, but if Lily really did have this vision, then I also know that the worst is yet to come. We don't know when, but we know that we might just be preparing for war.
"Or the end of the world…" he said only for himself to hear.
He took Lily off of his lap and brought her back to her bed, kissing her forehead and telling her goodnight.
Logan jogged to Storm's chambers to tell her about Lily's visions and what it had to done to her.
The sound of thunder busted through the silence, letting Logan know that Storm was not happy.
"If what you say is true, Logan. Then you know that we'll be preparing—"
"For war." He finished her sentence. "I know. But we don't know when, Storm. This could be tomorrow or 10 centuries from now. We know how her visions are."
"But we also know that without a doubt, her visions do come true. And with knowing this, we must inform your friends." Storm stated as she swung her legs out of bed and started to put on a pair of slippers."
Friends? I don't remember having other friends…
"And who might that be?" Logan asked half sarcastically and half serious.
Storm stared at him with a "are you kidding me" look in her eyes. She turned around again looking for something to put on.
"The Avengers."
Logan sighed heavily at the mention of that name, knowing that the only time he ever heard it in this place was when the world is ending or it's about to.
He only wishes he couldn't choose either.
