Hello everyone! Welcome to my story!

I hope you'll all like it;)

This story is written mostly from Marcus' point of view. That's because I think Marcus is more human than the series made him look in the end. They let him "presumably" die as if it's nothing, no one even seems to care about him. So here's to make it right. A lot of care for Marcus.

Also, S.H.I.E.L.D. is randomly included in this story, but do not worry, if you don't know S.H.I.E.L.D (shame on you! (Nah just kidding, but seriously, you should get to know S.H.I.E.L.D)) that's not a problem, 'cause their role isn't big (that's why I haven't submitted this as a crossover) and I haven't included things you would only understand if you know Marvel.

Enjoy:D

Marcus' pov:

My dad was watching the telly as I (as usual) walked around cleaning his mess. Sometimes I wonder why I never protested. He never really lets me do the fun stuff. There are a lot of things I've simply never done because he thinks it isn't anything a bionic android should do. But what does he know? He isn't the android around here. But well, he's my dad I guess that explains about everything.

"Marcus?" Douglas hardly looked away from the telly as he called my name. What does he want this time? A bank robbery? (Yes he did ask that once). The contains of an old woman's purse? (I really didn't know what he wanted with that but yes, he asked that once too). Oh I know, maybe he finally moved on to his plans of world domination. Guess who gets to do the dirty work for that. Me?! No, where did you get that idea?

"Yes, father?"

"I want you to stay over at Donald's place this weekend." Okay, that was quite unexpected. My cover was already blown, so why would anyone let me in? "I need you to gain their trust again."

"Their trust? Father, I don't really think that's possible anymore." Douglas finally took the effort of looking away from the screen to look at me, his eyes were, for some reason, missing the evil spark they always had. "What's wrong?" I asked, of course I was immediately suspicious. I've spent far too much time with him, so it wasn't really hard to tell when something was wrong. Which hardly ever happened of course.

"There is nothing wrong, I just want you to do as I ask."

"But what for? What good will it do? What's the plan?"

"Not so many questions at once! Please I can hardly even stand one of your questions!" He looked back to the telly again, most certainly he was over thinking what to tell me and what not. "As you might have noticed, my plan for Adam, Bree and Chase didn't work last time. I still want that plan to work, so we need to try again!" And that was all the explanation I was going to get. Well, it doesn't matter. Adam, Bree and Chase were the only friends I've ever had and they weren't even really my friends. But I still kinda liked the idea of going back to them. It has also been a long time since I've left my house.

"You want me to go now?" I asked. It was Friday afternoon and Adam, Bree and Chase were probably already home from school.

"That's the idea, yes." Douglas kept staring at the screen, while he was throwing popcorn in the air and tried to catch it with his mouth.

"Well then, I'll see you Monday." There was a silence.

"Yes... till Monday." I raised my eyebrow at him, of course he didn't see me and it was absolutely no use to ask but I really wondered what was wrong with him. Did he think that I couldn't do this? Or maybe he just remembered he was going to miss my birthday this way, again. . I sighed and left the house. I didn't really need to bring any stuff with me, I was just going to pretend that my father threw me out. That he deceived me or something like that. It wouldn't be too hard to believe. The only problem was Leo, he was never going to believe me. On the other side, that problem kinda solved itself. Nobody believed Leo either. I took my motorcycle and drove to their street. I parked my motorcycle on the parking lot and walked the rest of the way to their house. When I arrived I just rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open. As I already expected it was Tasha who opened the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Davenport," I greeted her. I smiled at her but I made sure of a certain sadness in my eyes'cause I needed to pretend that I had been thrown out. Tasha had obviously heard stories from Leo. I saw the doubt in her eyes when she recognized me. By now she was wondering whether to let me in or not. Seeing her face, she was probably not going to let me in. "I'm sorry for bothering you, Mrs. Davenport but I didn't know where to go." I let my eyes fill with tears, this was always the funny part. The part where they would absolutely fall for my act.

"Why is that?" she asked, truly being a bit worried. I stared at the ground, shrugging slightly, pretending that I didn't want her to see my tears.

"My father threw me out," I confessed. After that I broke down in tears and she immediately fell for it. She pulled me inside saying: "Oh, come here, poor boy." Women, I thought to myself. She led me to the couch and told me to sit down. I just kept crying. "He said that I'm a disappointment to him. He said he doesn't need me anymore. What am I supposed to do?" My voice sounded like I was absolutely panicking and I'm pretty sure I also looked like that. Right at that moment, Chase and Bree entered the room. I looked up to them and then I quickly looked away, as if I didn't want them to notice me.

"Marcus?" Chase wondered, his voice didn't sound as hateful as I expected, so that was a good thing.

"What are you doing here?" Bree demanded, that did sound hateful. Well, it didn't matter. I'll convince them, one by one if I have to.

"His father threw him out," Tasha whispered to them.

"And why is that?" Bree asked, her question directed at me. I could see at her whole attitude that she wasn't ready to trust me anytime soon but Chase looked like he was.

"Bree don't be so mean, we've got to find out if he's talking the truth before you judge him." Bree raised an eyebrow at him.

"Excuse me? That is Marcus over there, what more proof do you want?"

"Yes," Chase said, "and Douglas is his father. We're talking about mister 'I let my family down all the time'!" Perfect! I thought to myself. They're starting to fight each other already! That could come in handy. If I get Chase to come to my house the others will certainly follow to 'save' him.

"Look," I said, getting their attention again, "if you want me to go then I'll leave."

"Great, the door is over there," Bree responded, pointing at the door.

"Bree! Where is he supposed to go?" Chase protested.

"I don't know, what about his grandma," Bree suggested sarcastically. "If she even exists of course."

"Of course she does!" Chase insisted, then he frowned and turned to me, "she does, right?" I nodded.

"She does but I can't go to her."

"Oh I get it, it's her bingo day!" Bree mocked. "You know what, have fun together. I'm leaving and I'm informing Leo. He's not going to be happy." With that Bree left. Tasha laughed, while she knew there wasn't anything to laugh about.

"Well I guess I'll go... ehm... do something." She quickly ran upstairs before someone could say anything else. I remained at my spot on the couch, I stared to the ground, trying to look uncomfortable. Chase coughed and walked over to me, he sat down on the couch. He left a lot of space between us, probably because he was a bit unsure whether he should trust me or not.

"So ehm... what happened?" Chase's voice sounded kind. Why was he being so kind? Did he really try to be friends? Why would he do that, after all I've done... and what I'm still doing…

"He sent me to steal some important USB from a man but when I had it he wanted me to kill the man... I couldn't. I just couldn't, the man hadn't done anything wrong... how could dad ask that from me?" I started crying again and Chase bought it. Hah, sometimes it was just too easy.

"Hey, it's okay Marcus, you've done the right thing." I shook my head.

"Dad didn't think so, I came home and he ignored me for a full day and then he... he screamed at me... saying that I was a failure and then he just threw me out." I threw my head down, I stopped crying 'cause otherwise I might overdo it. Suddenly Chase's hand was on my back. I was surprised that he actually tried to comfort me. It made me feel... kind of guilty. Wait. What? It's not like I've never tricked anyone before, some days it was all I did.

"Why don't you stay here this weekend? Maybe Douglas has calmed down by Monday and then you can go talk to him." This was just too easy. I would almost laugh but I don't make mistakes like that.

"I would only be a burden, besides, no one wants me here."

"I'll convince them and you won't be a burden. It will be fine." I looked up to him.

"Thank you, Chase, for believing me." Chase nodded.

"No problem. Come," Chase got to his feet and gestured for me to come along. "I know something you'll probably like." I followed him to their lab. I can't believe he's actually taking me there, clearly not as smart as he claims he is. He showed me some new game system of Mr. Davenport. You just have to put on glasses and you're inside the game. It was actually rather cool and really realistic. The last time I had so much fun must have been when I joined the band of Chase and Adam. When I come to think of it, that might very well have been the only time I had fun.

"Oh no Chase, quickly hide yourself behind that small chair!" Adam's voice obviously. I removed my glasses and Chase had done the same.

"Adam, there's nothing to hide for," Chase said.

"Ehm... Chase, I don't want to disturb your peace but there's a super evil guy standing right beside you. Maybe if you run fast you might survive it, you're small so you're not easy to hit."

"Adam!"

"Please, I don't want you to argue because of me. I'll just go," I offered, knowing it would only make Chase protest more.

"No, no you don't have to leave," Chase told me. "Adam, Marcus is here because he doesn't want to do bad things anymore, his father threw him out so he is going to stay with us." Chase talked very slowly to Adam but he still didn't really seem to get it.

"But why doesn't he stay with his grandma then?"

"Adam! Will you just stop?" Adam held up his hands in defence.

"Fine, fine but I don't think his grandma is going to like it when she hears that Marcus is with us instead of her." Adam grabbed a bucket of apple juice. Why he had that? I have no idea. He took it with him to the elevator and went back upstairs again.

"I'm sorry for his behaviour... he ehm... is just being... Adam..."

"No it's okay, I get it," I said. Chase and I decided to play for a bit longer, till Bree entered the lab and told us she wanted to sleep. In other words, we should get out of here or at least, I had to get out of here.

"So we don't really have a spare capsule but we have a guest room," Chase explained when we entered the elevator.

"That's okay, I can do without it for a week at most, so a day won't be a problem."

"Oh well, in that case, guest room it is." He led me to their guest room before he left to go sleeping in his tube. After I made sure no one could hear me I called my dad with my communication app.

"Yes?" Douglas' voice went through my head. If you aren't used to it, it would probably freak you out, but well, I was used to it.

"Chase easily bought my story, Tasha did too but I think Bree is going to be hard to convince. But when I get Chase to our house the others will follow soon."

"Well done, Marcus."

"Thanks, but I'm going to sleep now. I'm actually kinda tired."

"That's okay... I'll ehh I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Yeah alright." He hung up and I lay down on the bed. It wasn't a lie, I was really tired. Keeping my cover up all day was normally never that tiring to me, almost nothing was. Although I think the game with Chase hadn't really been a cover. It had almost been as if we were friends. I smiled at that thought but then it faded again. I had lied to Chase, again, he wasn't my friend and he would never be. I closed my eyes and it wasn't much longer before I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up really late. It was about half past eleven. I didn't know why I had slept for so long, I never sleep longer than eight o'clock in the morning. I decided to just go downstairs and get some breakfast, I was quite hungry. When I came into the living room, only Bree and Leo were there. That wasn't fortunate but maybe I could try to convince them in... well at least try to not kill me.

"Ah look who's there, it's Captain Eyebrows! Did anyone tell you you're not welcome?" Leo asked. He was searching something in the fridge which he obviously couldn't find. Bree was waiting beside him with two still empty bowls.

"Ehm... yes I've been informed."

"Great! Oh and ehm the door is over there," Leo said, pointing at the door.

"Yeah I told him yesterday but I guess he just doesn't know what a door is meant for," Bree added.

"Look, I get why you're mad at me. You have the full right to be, but I'm really not going to do anything this time. I just didn't know where to go, that's all." I knew I could be quite convincing when I wanted to be but Leo had the remarkable talent of not believing anything I said.

"And you expect us to believe that?" Leo stared at me questioningly. Leo was too suspicious but that might even work in my advantage. His obsessive behaviour might start to sound a bit overdone, making Bree question his accusations.

"Marcus? Are they bothering you again?" Chase came into the room.

"No, it's okay," I said. Leo's mouth dropped dramatically.

"You're on his side?!" he exclaimed. "He's on his side?" he asked Bree. Bree shrugged.

"Apparently, yes."

"I can't believe this, I think I just lost my appetite." Leo walked away from the fridge before noticing a chocolate bar on the kitchen table. "Okay, except for that." He grabbed the chocolate bar, gave me and Chase a warning glare and left the kitchen.

"Chase, a word please," Bree demanded before dragging him along to the hallway. I sighed and walked over to the kitchen cabinet. I took a few slices of bread, not minding the dry taste of it and sat down on the couch. Suddenly I heard a weird noise, it was coming from outside and it was definitely coming closer. Without warning a drone flew right through the door, dropped a letter at my feet and left through the window, shattering the glass. I stared at the letter in surprise, why was anyone delivering a letter with a drone? I picked up the letter up and read to whom it was addressed. Even more surprisingly, it was addressed to me.

Dear Marcus, it said. I immediately recognized the handwriting of my father. Which was actually kinda wondrous 'cause he wasn't much of a writer. I don't think he ever wrote a letter to anyone before. The words that followed after that gave me chills, it didn't predict anything good. There is something you need to know. I swallowed, took a breath and read the full letter. Suddenly I couldn't breathe anymore, the letter dropped to the ground, my vision became a blur. This couldn't be true... it couldn't... Why would he do that to me? Why hasn't he told me before? Why did he send me away on some mission if I was to... No. No that can't be, father needs me... I have to bring Chase home, I have to complete my mission... I have to be home by Monday... but there would be no Monday. Was I nothing more than an object, one that could be replaced? Would he make a better version of me? He didn't even have the guts to tell me, he just wrote a letter. A letter. A letter to tell me this, and he was just going to move on. Just like that... leaving me alone.

"Marcus?" I felt Chase's hand on my shoulder, I didn't know for how long he already stood there, I hadn't noticed his presence before.

"Leave me alone," I told him as I got to my feet, I nearly fell to the ground as I did so. I hated the weakness I was showing but I couldn't help it. I made my way to the door. I was vaguely aware of Chase calling after me but it didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. How could it?

Author's note:

So, how did you like my story so far? I really enjoyed writing it, that's for sure^^

Let me know what you think:)