I looked up from my book when the explosions started. And kept on looking when I saw the big wormhole floating above Stark Tower. And the things flying out. As they came down the road, I saw that they were blue bug things. I sighed. I knew the world would go mad at some point, but I never expected that those alien obsessed people would get it right. I then went back to my book, since the aliens seemed to have missed me sitting at my table. My tea cup sitting in a white table. Not a speck of dust. Ahhh. You gotta love telekinesis. They wouldn't know what hit them should they come for me. I frowned as I listened to the screams of the scared civilians. Dammit. Should I? No. That was the way to discovery. And discovery led to being strapped to a table while psychopaths in white coats tried to find out how I did it.
By the way, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Amy. Amy Huntress
As the screams started to get louder, I frowned again. And pulled out my MP3 player. Sorry people. But I don't want a life of being strapped to a table or fame. I liked my current one. Nice and boring. Maybe I would finish the book I was writing, but I doubt I would find the motivation. I don't have the motivation for much of anything. Like saving lives. I shook of that thought. It would get me nowhere. Just like my life was going nowhere. I sighed in frustration at the thoughts my conscience kept pushing forwards, and gave up the fight.
I stood up and looked around for a clothes shop. Just because I was going to save lives didn't mean I had to give up my identity. As I spotted a shop that looked like it had just the thing I needed, I contemplated the stupidity of what I was about to do. Oh well, no use for those type of thoughts.
As I walked in, I spotted it right away. A black hoodie with a large hood. Perfect. As I pulled it on over my pink tank top, I remembered that a few people were probably going to have a big interest in me after this, and I walked to the back of the shop to get rid of any security tapes. I looked around and saw out of the corner of my eye, the screens. Jackpot. After I took care of anything that might compromise my identity at a later date, I walked out of the shop.
Strait into a even bigger mess than the one I left behind. There was a massive body of a... thing. All I knew that it was big, and something even stronger killed it. Yay. Seems I'm not the only freaky one fighting. I pushed myself over the carcass, and came face to face with the most ugly thing I had ever seen in my life. Of course, I didn't have time to register that it was blue when it decided to shoot me. Ouch. I knew this was a bad idea. I blasted it away from me, right into another one. Two birds, one stone. Aliens. Whatever. I looked up as a roar tore through the air. And saw another one of those big ones flying. I didn't even know they could fly. They seemed a bit heavy for that. Not my problem, unless it decides to fly directly at me. Which it was doing right now. Curse my luck. I glanced behind me, and saw a bunch of civilians running. So just ducking to the side is out. It appears I have to stop it. Sh*t. I have never tried to move anything that big before. At least I only had to stop it. Not lift it or something. Aaaaand it's nearly here. I waited a little longer, than pushed.
I pushed and pushed until it stopped. A few seconds passed as people processed that a girl in a black hoodie just stopped a giant flying thing from crushing them without touching it, then the cheering started.
I would like to say it was easy. That I wasn't tired at all. But that would by a big fat lie. And only most people who met me called me a lair. I was bone tired. Black spots were dancing around the edge of my vision, and my head felt strangely light. I needed sugar. I used sugar in the beginning, when even lifting a feather made my nearly black out. I hadn't needed to use sugar in a while, but I always kept some on me. Just in case. Good thing to, as the spots where growing. I pulled out my packet of sweets and popped one in my mouth. Instant relief. The spots shrunk and my head filled with the usual junk. And I noticed that a cop was coming towards me, and the cheering crowd. I didn't mind the cheering crowd to much, as long as they stayed back, but the cop was what worried me. I had a feeling he didn't like the fact that I just did the impossible and that my hood was so big he couldn't see my face. The scowl on his face gave me a good hint too. With a crowd and a cop in the front, the sides buildings and the giant thing behind me, I was stuck. Or at least, that's what the cop thought. But the cat was already out of the bag, so as he came closer, I pushed myself onto the thing. "Sorry, I'd love to stick around, but I have more people to save." And with that I shot myself further from the wormhole, to look for any aliens that had gotten past the red and gold blur that was flying around. As I started to pay attention, I noticed a big green thing launching itself from building to building, pulling down the smaller blue things as he went. The red and gold blur turned out to be the Iron Man, and I saw a guy sitting on a building shooting arrow's. Some guy in a red cape was shooting lighting at the wormhole and I saw another guy in a red, white and blue outfit fighting on the ground. With him was a red-head fighting hand-to-hand. Or more accurately, body-to-gun. She was wrapping around the blue things in a way that made me think that she was amazing in bed. And I was strait. I pity the man that falls in love with her, because he was going to have a serious competition on his hands.
Anyway, back to the fight. As I said, I was looking for any runaways, and pushing them into either the ground or the buildings. I hoped they didn't try and make me pay for the damage, 'cause I don't have the money for that. He he. I saw a flash of blue flying behind me, and I acted out of instinct. Down boy. …... Oops... That looked like a very expensive car. But it was either the car or another alien flying around. And we had enough of those already. After what felt like hours, they suddenly fell down. The aliens. Like they ran out of battery, or something. A thought occurred to me, and I looked up just as the Iron Man fell through the wormhole just as it closed. One problem. He wasn't stopping. I was just about to act, when the green thing jumped and caught him.
Okay. Cool. My job is over. I'm leaving. Going back to my hotel, grabbing my stuff and taking the next flight to the other side of the world. Or maybe Mexico. Anywhere but here. They may be focused on finding people now, but after that was over, they were going to go looking for the girl that stopped on the the big ones without touching it nor moving. I walked away from Stark tower, and ducked into an alley to take off the black hoodie. Which I then shoved into a man hole. You can't be too careful. I walked the rest of the way to my hotel, but was dismayed to find one of the big ones laying draped over it. I could forget getting any of my stuff back. And my insurance on my sh*t didn't cover being crushed by a giant alien. F*ck. Now how was I supposed to run? And I needed to change to. My jeans were covered in alien blood splatters. That would give me away too. I looked around, and saw a jeans shop a block back the way I came. As I walked, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, by the time I noticed the Iron Man, it was too late. I walked right into him.