A One Shot that popped into my head. Potential to continue it on to a story if people like it. Enjoy!
The ground was shaking. Shaking so violently that dust was falling from the walls and ceiling, plates were crashing to the floor and people were screaming as they struggled to find their footing.
A dull groaning could be heard from the centre of the town amidst the chaos; a mechanical sound that filled Mia with dread. This wasn't just an earthquake.
The shaking lessened as she stood from her café stool and brushed off the dust and spilt coffee from her clothes, all the while watching out of the window at the panic unfurling in the streets. But something in particular caught her eye; the trees.
She stumbled, as if in a day dream, out of the café doors. The sound of alarms and screams were ringing all around her as she made her way further down the street.
She had been right, something was wrong with the trees; they were moving away.
She now stood less than a metre from the edge of part of little town, rubble and concrete still falling away back down to earth which was now a good 100ft below her.
The town was rising. Floating? Flying?
She didn't know what was happening but the appearance of a metal robot behind her all too quickly alerted her of the danger she was suddenly in. She heard its metallic footsteps before she saw it, whirling around she looked up into a blank face and was frozen to the spot in fear.
Its empty gaze was soul chilling and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up in a primal way. She could see its arm rising in her peripheral vision, reaching towards her. She wanted to run, oh god she wanted to run so badly. Her body had all but shut down, no fight mode and no flight mode; just stuck rooted to the spot looking up into those cold eyes.
Although, suddenly they were no longer looking at her, the arm was no longer reaching for her, it had disappeared.
A loud crash to her left snapped her out of it, making her flinch. The robot was now in pieces, fluid pooling around it, on the ground. A figure was stood over it, surveying his work before turning back towards her.
His silver hair was being blown around in the breeze of the high altitude almost as much as hers was and his steely gaze was fixed on her as he strode over to her, moving so fast he almost blurred.
Mia couldn't help but step backwards as he approached her, avoiding his hand that reached for her arm.
'You need to hide. It's not safe.' He told her, his accented voice rose slightly over the noise around them. He reached for her again to guide her away from the edge but, yet again, she retreated from him. He frowned in confusion before all but yelling at her, 'Go! Now!' She nodded once and quickly retreated from the street back into the café. He watched her until she was safe in a building before sprinting off.
Mia was scared, that much was obvious, but not for the reason that most of the other people on this floating town were. There were people with powers here; mutants. That guy who had saved her was one of them and he had almost touched her. That could have been disastrous.
Within the next 10 minutes of shattering glass, collapsing buildings and sheer terror, help had arrived in the form of a Helicarrier. Lifeboats had arrived at the edges of the town and were evacuating people. Mia found herself on one of the last ones, they were about to leave when a leather clad man came on board carrying a limp body in his arms; a limp, silver haired body.
He laid him on the floor before resting himself on the seats above him.
Mia felt her stomach drop to the floor when she had seen the silver hair, he had saved her and now he was dead. She stared at his limp hand as it rested on the floor, blood smeared on his palm.
There was a pull to him that she had not experienced before, every inch of her soul wanted to help him, despite the risk that would put her in. She looked around the boat; if she helped they would take her. She had been hiding for so long now but she couldn't just let him die. She couldn't.
Avoiding looking at the rest of the people around her, especially the man lying on the bench above him, she slowly crawled her way across the floor towards the silver haired man. On closer inspection she could see he was riddled with bullets; why wasn't he quick enough?
Her hand hovered hesitantly over his face before she gently pushed back his hair, he looked peaceful. Well, not for much longer, she thought, as she let her fingertip touch his skin.
As soon as she made contact she could almost feel every atom of her being shaking, vibrating from the contact. She lay her hand on his cold forehead and her other on his stomach and got to work.
Hawkeye was half asleep with exhaustion when he heard a yelp of pain from close by him. He opened his eyes to see a blonde girl leaning over Pietro, almost holding him.
'Hey, what are you doing?' He yelled at her but she didn't respond. 'Hey, leave him!' He yelled again. He was about to push her off him when he noticed red spots appearing on her clothing, getting bigger with each passing second. She was sweating now, beads of moisture mixing on her face with tears and she screamed in pain. 'What the' Clint didn't move when he saw her collapse, her small body falling limp to the floor. He certainly did move when he saw Pietro draw a breath and sit up as if shocked back to life.
Clint grabbed Pietro's shoulders, almost in disbelief with what he was seeing. Pietro quickly raised his shirt, checking his skin for the bullet wounds he knew would be there. Only, they weren't. All that remained was the blood around where the holes were. His heart was racing, he was so confused, he looked up to Clint about to ask what happened when he saw that he was looking past him, to the floor next to him. There lay the girl he had saved not half an hour before, the one that wouldn't let him touch her. She lay there, hair pooled around her face and blood staining her clothes in the exact locations where Pietro had been shot.
Mia woke to a bright room and sighed. She knew they would take her. She muttered a curse word sitting up in bed, freezing when she saw a man in the corner of her room, looking out of the mass of glass windows onto the city below them.
'Don't sound too pleased to be here, Mia.' He said, his deep voice matching his serious expression as he turned to her, an eye patch over one eye and the other fixed on her now.
'How do you know my name?' She asked with a hostile tone.
'Charles got in touch. He sends his love by the way.' Great, of course that guy would have known exactly where she was. Damn Charles.
'Who are you?' She asked, he walked towards her, putting a hand out for her to shake.
'Name's Fury. Nick Fury. One time director of SHEILD.' She stared at his hand, making no move to take it.
'If you have spoken to Charles then you should already know I'm quite wary of people touching me.' He let out a small chuckle before retracting his hand.
'Don't worry; I'm 100% not a mutant. Nothing can happen to you under my care, Mia. Or should I call you Mimic?' She rolled her eyes at him.
'Mia will do just fine thanks. Charles does tend to insist on silly nicknames.' He smiled lightly.
'I have a lot of people here wanting to meet you. You've made quite the impact on the team.' He turned away from her again to continue looking out of the window.
'The team?' She questioned, lowering her legs over the side of the bed before tentatively standing up. Using her healing on people drained her, a gift she wouldn't be able to thank Logan for enough.
'The Avengers.' He said dramatically. She guessed he liked announcing their name with a bit of flair.
'The Aven…Oh, no. Nope, I'm just going to go. Thanks for bringing me here, where ever I am, but I'll be going.' Fury turned to her, a knowing look in his eye as he watched her walk gently to the door.
'Don't you want to meet him?' She paused with her hand on the door latch.
'Who?' She didn't need to ask that question, she already knew who he was talking about.
'The man you bought back from the dead.' They were both silent for a moment as they both let unsaid things pass between them. 'After all, someone is going to have to teach you about your new speed ability, Mimic.'