Hello! I just felt like writing, and this is what came out. I don't own Maximum Ride or any other affiliated characters, same with Marvel, and the story cover.
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play
Shake It Out by Florence + the Machine
The sky shook as droplets of water chased each other on the window of a sleek car. Inside was a girl with blonde hair, and electric blue eyes. The muscled driver looked back occasionally, as if she was going to do something dangerous. All she was doing was looking out the window at the blurred city lights. Buzz. Immediately the phone came to the driver's ear.
"You're on your way, I'm assuming?" A deep voice resonated.
"Yes, sir."
The girl's eyes flickered to the man's phone. It was small and black, as professional as could be. These people weren't to be messed with, but they could, in all possibility, mess with her. She'd been somewhere unwillingly before, but this time, she hadn't been kidnapped. They arrived at a tall building with a proud "STARK" at the top. She raised her eyebrows. "That's not conceited at all..." She stepped out of the small car, and scanned the area. There was yet another man in a suit approaching.
"Maximum Ride, come with me."
Max's POV
He led me into the lobby of the skyscraper, everything expensive and pristine. After flashing his badge that said who-knows-what, we went into an elevator. Yet another glass area that I was likely to accidentally break. We both studied the walls awkwardly. Just to make it more awkward, I decided to hum the Mission Impossible theme.
For a split second, I swear I saw him give a teensy smile, but then it vanished into the professional mask.
Floor 32, floor 47, floor 61. In another few 10 seconds, we were at what I assumed to be the top floor. Ding. The glass doors opened to reveal a plush lounge.
"Hello again, Agent! I'm guessing you came to see my handsome self?" A man, with something glowing under his shirt, winked.
"I'm afraid not, Stark. This is Max," the agent gestured towards me, "and she'll be staying with you for a while."
My eyebrows zoomed up. He expected me to live with someone I barely knew, and, more importantly, cooperate? Yeah, right. I looked at the man who I was supposed to stay with now. His eyebrows had gone up into his hairline, too. Apparently both of us were surprised.
"Uh, I'm not sure that's the best idea..." I muttered, and at the same time, Stark spluttered. "Yet another thing Fury has forced on me? Not cool, bro."
I winced. Oh, God. He should never, ever say "bro" again.
A thin woman with red hair stepped into the room. Stark sighed. "Pepper, get another room ready. We have a guest." The woman, who I presumed to be Pepper, rolled her eyes, then gestured for me to follow her. We turned into another hallway, and passed a couple of doors. With a click, she opened the door to my new home sweet home. At least, for now.
Pressed against the wall was a huge sky blue bed, perfect for jumping. Next to it was a white side table with a clock on it. Matching the table, a white wardrobe was waiting to be used in the corner and a vanity sat beside it. I grinned, and looked to the door on the opposite midnight blue wall. I guessed that that was the bathroom.
I looked back and realized that Pepper had left while I was studying the room. I shut the door delicately; I felt like I could break it with just a feather!
"Hello, Max. My name is Jarvis." I jumped and studied the room more closely, looking for the intruder.
"I am a voice interface. Mr. Stark created me, and I am here for your benefit." The ceiling was talking! In a British accent! As Nudge would say, ZOMG! I decided that it would be rude if I didn't respond, even if it was just a ceiling.
"Um, yeah, cool. What are you supposed to do?" I asked hesitantly.
"Mostly, I help Mr. Stark with things, but in simple words, I am your virtual butler."
Inside, I laughed. I could have fun with this. "Can you play music?"
In response, it replied almost smugly, "Of course." Instantly, soft music played, allowing me to think.
What was I thinking, coming here? A man had just come up to me, saying he was part of the government. That had immediately put me off. But then he offered me a job and a place to stay. Even more interestingly, the job required "abilities that no normal person would possess."
I was no normal person. I had freaking wings! If that didn't make me different, then I don't know what would. I still had no idea what this job exactly entailed. All I knew is that the Voice had told me, "Maximum, if you don't accept, your life will take a turn for the worse." But it already had. Fang had left. I knew that the Flock could function without me, maybe even a little bit better. When he wasn't making bombs, Iggy could be incredibly responsible. He would take care of them. Hopefully, Angel wouldn't try to take over the Flock again. I knew she was powerful, and that worried me sometimes.
I could be dangerous to them. Erasers had taken to me again. The last few months that I was with them were filled with blood and tears, because of me. Something had stirred in me, and I knew that it was time for change. I was getting more powerful. I could fly even faster, I could stay in the water without breathing for an hour longer, and strangely, my eyes had turned blue. I left, knowing that they would be better off. I told them that if they wanted to see me again, wait three years and meet me in New York.
It's been more than two years.
Ta da! By the way, this is actually the first story that I've actually published, but I didn't that to turn people off in the summary. If you would like, read and review! If you review, I will most likely be a creeper and look at your profile. ^.^
That's all for now, lovelies!
-Katie
