This is just a small introductory to my Avengers fanfiction. Basically, Faith was found outside of a supermarket by her so-called 'parents'. Now, at the age of fourteen, things are beginning to happen to her. She's having more and more visions, parts of her appearance are alterring for moments every now and then. She doesn't understand it and she's been to many psychiatrists to try and work it out but has so far came up with nothing. Rated M for swearing and possible smut in later chapters.
Prologue- A vision
The mind is a funny thing. I find that my mind is especially strange.
Out shopping? BAM! Vision attacks my senses and I collapse.
Watching TV? BAM! I wake and I'm watching the late night cooking shows.
It's uncontrollable and it scares me but I can't stop it, no matter how many psychiatrists I see. It's happened all of my life. Usually it was images from the past. I imagine myself walking around in a long ball gown, I imagine watching bombs fall on buildings from a window, I imagine sailing on a huge, wooden boat across the wide seas.
My current psychiatrist is a spiritualist. She thinks it's something to do with my past lives. I don't.
Lately I've been having this one vision, over and over again. There's a man in a red and yellow suit of armour, a huge green muscle-man, a guy wielding a hammer, a man with a costume signifying the US flag, a man with a bow and arrow and a woman with scarlet hair and a black leather outfit. They're fighting some kind of creatures emerging from a hole in the sky.
I've seen it at least fifty times and I don't understand it, not at all.
A few days ago, I overheard my parents talking about me. They say that I've always been strange, ever since they found me. Of course, I'm adopted- sort of. My mum told me that she found me outside of a supermarket, just lying there. She called social services but, considering both her and my dad had been trying for a baby, they decided to keep me until my real parents showed up- they never did.
This is probably why. They new I'd be a freak so they just left me there for some poor sucker to pick up.
It isn't just my visions now, though. Last night, I swear my hair turned blonde- only for a second. Funny things have been happening with my eyes too. Sometimes, when I'm brushing my teeth or putting make-up on, they flicker to different colours.
I feel like I'm going crazy. Is this all in my head?
Tony Stark, a friend of the family's, flew over from the US again last night. He offered to pay for the best 'shrink' to talk to me. But I don't want anymore people asking me about my feelings, how I'm feeling. I'm getting sick of it!