I do not own The Avengers. Marvel Does.

You're now reading the new version of Beast of Mine. I've reread the story and felt that I could improve my story. I will stick to the mine idea. I'm just fixing grammar and make the plot more solid for my readers.

The streets were covered by mud from the rain that stopped a few moments ago. The living room felt empty and cold. The furniture was covered with sheets to protect them from dust. I watched as the sunlight danced on my dark skin. I stared out the window with nothing better to do. My reflection in the window saddened me. My parents always said I was happy no matter what. I would have a smile on my face. But that's over now. My surprisingly long hair was neat today. However, my hazel eyes held that sadness.

I sat on the couch of my current home in Louisiana. The house was surrounded by open fields with a horse ranch. But the land was dull and the horses were sold. My adoptive parents died a few days ago and no one knew how. They police wasn't the ones to discover their bodies wherever they were.

I consistently wonder if it had anything to do with what happened in my past. Right now all I could do was listen to my Aunt Aboli as she packs my bags to move with her and my Uncle to India. My parents were from India, but moved here for business. Technically, they adopted me after an incident many years ago. It was very upsetting because I never got to visit their home. I was frozen in my spot when realizing the life I had was spinning out of control.

Now all I could do is pace the living room over and over again. We were leaving home today. Aunt and Uncle knew it hard for me to leave. This was something I've known all of my life. It was a painful thought; the horseback riding through the fields, her friends in a town that only contained so little people. The only people to raise her was now gone. They were only ones to know who I really was.

"Alariana, hurry up we must get to the airport." Her Uncle Aadi called from the front door of her now old home.

I ran up the stairs to my room and ran into my aunt. She huffed and pointed at my bags. I walked over grabbed them. I made my way to the car where my uncle helped put them in the SUV of the rental. Before we left for the airport we were to visit my parent's lawyer.

The lawyer sat behind a desk while we were on the opposite side. My parents put their statements in one Will to make it easier for us. They both spoke about how my aunt and uncle was my guardian until my 18th birthday. They left the house and cars to them. I didn't mind. I would miss my home, but it had too many memories to go back to. The last part was for me. They left their small fortune to me, but what I had to do was a shock.

"My daughter Alariana, we care for what's best for you. I, you're father, Arthur leave our money and treasures to you under one condition. You must marry someone within the year of you being the age of 21. If you do not, you'll marry someone of your Uncle's choice. You are not to leave your Aunt and Uncle until your quest has been completed. Know that we love you and wish the very best our dear Alariana."

They must have wanted me to hate them. It was absolutely ridiculous to do something like that. I know our traditions in culture were different. In America we married for love. We didn't need anyone to pick for us.

I try to beg with them: my aunt, uncle, and the lawyer. It was no use. I had to do this if I wanted my freedom. Freedom came with a price. I had risk of being married to someone I didn't love. It was to control myself and make my own path to what I want to be.

…In India…

My Uncle and Aunt stayed close to the city, but not close enough to get stuck in the traffic. They city had old buildings that made it beautiful. To anyone that's lived in a big city with modern buildings. It was weird driving on the left side of the rode.

Their house was far from the neighbors and had a whole field as a backyard. I forgot they were rich along with my parents. It still had the old style of India house, but it looked fit and nice. It was three stories high with a pool in the back. We walked in and I sat my bags by the door. The inside looked even more modern. It had different types of art pieces and the living had a flat screen over a fire place.

My uncle picked up my bags and said, "You have the top floor. We arranged it so that you have a walk in closet and a connecting bathroom. Unpack your bags and get settled in." We climbed the stairs and he put my bags on the floor. He left to gather their things from the trip.

I opened the door to my new life. The bedroom was big with cream and brown designs. I walked to the bathroom where it had a huge jet tub and a connecting door to the walk in closet. It can fit all of my clothes and much more. Mom said we didn't need a big house with just three people. She rather would spend their money on things that were necessary.

It took me two hours to finish unpacking. The rest of my things will be here by tomorrow morning. After that I walked downstairs to see where everything is at. My new guardian's floor was under mine. The kitchen had marble counters and it was a big space. Just how I like if for when I cooked big meals for parties and pastries for fun. I've already seen the living room. Past it was a small library with a couch and a desk to work at.

Last I went outside to see the pool with chairs, tables, and umbrellas. Beyond the pool area laid a large field. If I was going to live here I would make the best for myself. Well until that time came for me even find someone to marry me.

But why would they want to put someone at risk. There were things about me that no one should know.

At the age of six I couldn't remember what before then. My mother used to say that it was because of being young, you had a bad memory. I never questioned her though. If it was anything bad I didn't want to remember it.

…

At the age of ten I was hiking with my parents. We like to be out in the open. My parents made sure that I was safe. Dad constantly told me to be careful. It was strange. When we moved, they became paranoid. Dad thought someone was going to crash through the front door. That's when I suggested to go hiking.

We were having so much fun. My father chased us as we ran ahead of him. We even went fishing and caught over eight.

But it didn't last long. On the trail to the clearing, three black SUV's pulled up. My mother and father quickly got up. They stood in front of me. I thought they were protecting me then. The men started talking to them. I could see mom getting angry. The next thing I know, she runs right to one of the men.

I screamed in shock as her body fell to the ground. The gun wasn't loud so anyone couldn't hear. That's when my dad went ballistic. He yelled and shouted. Not once did he look back at me. He pulled out a gun from behind him. Another man in the black suit came and shot him. Dad fell next to mom.

I didn't think twice. I ran to the both of them. I cried and screamed. The other people didn't care. One of the men picked me up. I kicked and screamed, but he just threw me in a car. I banged on the window as we drove away from them.

The man in the seat next to mine told me something. He told me something that I knew that killed a part of me.

"They weren't your parents." he said. I stopped and turned to him. "They were people that looked like them. They were bad people. We saved your life." I didn't know what to say to that. But I felt at the time that it was true. They didn't even remember my middle name.

I hiccupped from all of the crying. "Then where are my real parents?" I asked him.

He shook his head and looked me in the eye with his one. "They're dead."