Hi! My name is Maggie, and this is my first Fanfic that I've published. It takes place before The Winter soldier and will go on through till Infinity war. If anyone is interested in being a beta reader, please let me know! If you see any mistakes or have any constructive criticism, feel free to comment or PM me. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
-Bip
Chapter One
You ever have one of those days when everything seems to go wrong? Well today was one of those days. First, I wake up late because my dumbass forgot to set my alarm. That or I turned it off in my half-asleep state. Either way I woke up late. So, then I have to take a cold ass shower (nothing new really) then rush out my shithole apartment and run to my job.
Yep really living my best life here, working at a gas station called 'Come and Go' or cum and go since people feel the need to hook up in the alley behind the store.
Now I thought that the worst was over, oh how fucking wrong I was. See here I am, minding my own fucking business when in come a goddamn space pirate wannabe. No joke this dude strolls in wearing a fucking trench coat straight out the Matrix and a goddamn eyepatch. I swear to god, he had a wind machine because there is no way in hell his coat moved that way without one.
Now I'm straight up staring at him, and this mother fucker walks right up to me and ask dead serious;
"Do you want to join the Avengers?"
What was my response you ask? I gave the most polite and dignified response that I could come up with.
I laughed in his face for a solid 10 minutes.
Like doubled over, tears streaming down my face laughing. I laughed so hard I seriously thought I was gonna piss myself. I laughed to the point where Mr. Blade wannabe got so angry he slammed his fist against the counter, almost cracking the glass over the scratchers. I wasn't laughing anymore. Now I was pissed. If he broke anything it was coming out of MY paycheck.
Fuck. that.
So, I told him to knock his shit off, and that I would call the cops if he broke anything. Then they could 51/50 his crazy ass. Now see he didn't like that very much. His eye, at least the one not covered by an eyepatch, began twitching all crazy. Made me wonder if that's how he lost his other eye, excessive twitching.
At this point he got right in my face, which I didn't like one bit but let slide this one time. I was not going to be responsible for the dude losing his other eye. Now he tells me that this isn't joke, that the Avengers were interested in having me join. Apparently, they've been trying to recruit me to something called shield, but I wasn't very receptive. Looks like those men in suits that I kept verbally abusing were offering me a job after all. I still have zero regrets in lighting their jackets on fire.
Once Morpheus is done talking, he pulled out this big ass file and plops that mother fucker on the counter. He goes, 'once your done laughing call this number.' I thought he was flirting with me because he winked right after he said it, but now I think he might have just been blinking.
After that he leaves, his trench coat rippling majestically in the nonexistent wind as he goes out the door. It took me all of 30 seconds to rip open that file, which is some serious self-restraint on my part thank you very much.
Now this file man, shit was insane. It was ME, from birth till yesterday. Fuckers even had a picture of me puking in an alley after leaving an all you can eat burrito stand. No regrets by the way. I cringed at the mug shot they had stapled to the front page. My makeup was smeared and hair a mess from beating up some dude over his love of Jar Jar Binks.
"So now, I'm sitting on some random park bench freezing my ass off and talking to a bunch of fucking pigeons!" I screamed, really cementing the whole crazy vibe I had going on.
"Ugh!" I huffed at the birds, making them take off in a cloud of chirps and feathers. I must have looked insane talking to fucking birds, but I'm seriously freaked out! I knew why Mr. Pirate wanted to recruit me, mutants are great fodder for superheroes. But how did they even know?!
I was so fucking careful to make sure no one knew! Shit man how did they even know I was alive? As far as anyone is concerned Ryan Ryans (my parents fucking hated me) was dead. Now I was Jane Wallace, gas station clerk.
I gripped the folder in my hands, I hadn't gotten very far in. Just seeing my real name had been enough to drive me outside mid freak out. Taking a deep breath, and then another for good measure, I opened it up again. Glaring at my mug shot, I scanned over the basic information they had managed to gather about me. It wasn't much, thank fuck.
Name Ryan Ryans
Age 27
Mutation fire manipulation
Blah blah blah.
I skimmed over it some more, trying to figure out how they knew about me. On the third page was another picture of the remains of a school. Palms sweaty I quickly looked away. I'd rather not deal with that PTSD today. Next to it was a house, also burned down. The remains of my childhood home. I turned the page, my breath catching in my throat at the picture stapled there.
"Mother fucker." I whispered. There was me, fire shooting out of my hands as I laughed manically. I may or may not be in the process of burning down my last place of employment.
"FUCK, god I'm such an idiot!" Apparently, I hadn't destroyed all the cameras while I burned the place down. Not my proudest moment I'll admit, but hey at least it was empty when I did it! My boss was a douche bag with a serious case of the grab hands. I lost my temper and burned the store down because I'm an idiot.
I rubbed my temples already feeling the beginnings of a headache. Grumbling about stupid bosses and pirates I threw the folder back into my bag and headed to the store. My lunch break was over 10 minutes ago, and I'd rather not be yelled at by my manger tomorrow...again.
"I bet that guy was some stalker weirdo." I mumbled as I dragged my sorry ass back. I was cold, freaked out and in some serious need of hot chocolate, preferably with alcohol in it but that wasn't going to happen till later.
The bell over the door jingled as I unlocked it. Stowing my bag back under the register I sat on my stool. Staring blankly ahead, my fingers began tapping on the counter.
Why would the Avengers approach me?
Tap tap tap
Was it a trap? Or did they want me to fight aliens and shit with them?
Tap tap tap
Or maybe they think I'm liability and want to 'neutralize the threat'?
Harder tap tap tap
"Ughhhh!" I groaned, throwing my hands up. "Fuck it I'm making a list!" I declared to the empty store. Grabbing a piece of receipt paper, I drew a line down the middle. Writing pros in one column and cons in the other.
"Let's do this. Pros and Cons of calling Neo and entering the matrix." I had to roll my eyes at the absurdity of it. Ok pros: avengers are cool. They save shit. Captain America booty is always nice. I could meet Iron Man and make every kid jealous. I could use my mutation in a helpful, non-burning down random buildings way. Plus, I mean captain America booty.
I sighed as images of his spandex covered ass flashed before my eyes. Never change cap, never change. Shaking my head, I went back to my list.
Cons: I could die. Frowning I went ahead and underlined that one. I was very keen on the whole not dying thing. Another con, the hulk fucking terrifies me. He destroyed my last apartment building and almost killed me during the battle of New York.
Dick
"Fuck this." I crumpled up the paper and threw it angrily into the trash. I don't even know why I bothered. I'm not calling. Instead I'm going to have to leave, pack up and move to another city where no one knew who I was. Fuck Neo, fuck the Avengers and Fuck New York. Convinced I went back to staring blankly at the register till my shift was over.
~0~0~0~0
"Finally, freedom!" I cried as Brent walked in to relive me.
"Go! Be free!" He yelled back laughing. "So, anything interesting happen?" He asked while I started bundling up the money in the register.
"Well this crazy dude with an eyepatch offered me a job as an Avenger." I told him casually. Silence met my statement. Looking up I saw Brent registering what I said, before bursting out into laughter.
"Oh man that's rich! I bet he wanted your number." he said waggling his eyebrows suggestively. I snorted, shaking my head at him.
"Probably." I muttered. Putting the last bundle into the pouch I quickly walked to the managers office to put it away. I clocked out afterwards, grabbing my coat and bag from the counter.
"Heading home?" Brent asked. I nodded, too busy trying to put my jacket on. I waved goodbye to Brent who was already on his phone, seriously the dude was gonna get yelled at again. I walked out of the store, cursing at the cold air that hit me. Luckily there was a bus stop next to the gas station, so I didn't have to walk far. Unfortunately, by the time I get out I have to wait 20 minutes for the next one.
I rubbed my hands together, jumping from one foot to the other to keep myself warm. My skinny ass did not do well in the cold. I'm moving somewhere warm after this, I thought. A feeling of dread settled in my stomach as I remembered the fact that I have to pack up and move. The sooner the better, I groaned at the amount of work I had to when I got back to my apartment. Thankfully the bus showed up. Letting out a cheer I ran on, letting the heater warm me.
I went to the back and threw myself down into the seat. The file in my bag seeming to weigh me down. Making a list in my head of what I needed to do and where I was going to go. I had a few fake IDs and passports, as well as some money saved up. More than enough to get me started somewhere else. Probably out of the country this time.
I wasn't on the bus long, my apartment only a few stops away. I reluctantly got off, hefting my bag up higher on my shoulder. I kept my head down as I walked up the two flights of stairs to my door. The usual sounds of arguing, crying babies and sex going on around me. "Definitely not going to miss this place." I muttered.
I unlocked my door. Dropping my bag to the ground I wasted no time. Heading straight for my room so I can start packing, at least that was my plan. Something heavy hit into my side making me cry out as I fell. A man stood over me, goggles covered his face but what really stood out was the METAL FUCKING ARM.
I rolled over as his arm, the metal one, smashed into my floor causing a crater. Jumping up I set a small fire blast at him, stunning him enough to run towards the front door.
I didn't get far, he grabbed my arm, yanking me back. He tried putting me in a choke hold but I bit his non-metal hand. He grunted and let me go. Spinning around I shot more fire at him, but this time he was ready. Blocking it with his metal arm he grabbed me. I kept a steady stream of fire going but it was no use. I didn't dare do anything more, not wanting to burn the building down in the process. With a grunt of desperation, I kicked him right in the balls.
He fell like a sack of potatoes. I ran towards the front door again, this time managing to get it open, but a loud bang made me freeze.
Then came the pain.
Fucker shot me right in the fucking shoulder. I thought in disbelief. Then it was my turn to fall to the ground. He stood over me, blood dripping from his hand. He raised up his metal fist and brought it down with scary precision.
Then I didn't know anything at all.
