Intro/

"Everybody get down!" followed by a loud consecutive noise that I was sure its gunshots, everyone around me (including me) crouching down on the floor accompanied by a couple of screams as the men in all black with black mask held the metallic weapon in his arm while he kept firing the firearm in no hesitation, while on his other arm holding a big white cloth bag. Realizing my current situation, I whispered a curse and put my hands on top of my head protecting myself from the falling debris from above, I may didn't want to die from a falling object as much as I didn't want to die from a bullet.

In my shaken state, I look around to my surrounding and found the people crouching down as well. We really didn't have much of a choice when there are three armed men, one holding a rifle while the two was holding a shotgun, and the one holding the rifle as he continuously the weapon at random direction while laughing maniacally closely to an evil laugh at the same time I heard the few grunt and bodies dropping in the ground causing me to hitch from my breathing.

As soon as the shooting stopped, there was a pause of silence except only the faint sounds of the weeping victims, the ragged breath of fear, and the men in black conversing. I would have listen if only the loud ringing in my ear would stop.

As I lay there my stomach on the ground, I started contemplating the possible aftermath from this predicament of mine and the others who are strangers to me but nonetheless a victim as well. This is not going to end well, no matter what thoughts I was thinking all endings didn't end well, either someone end up dying or someone end up dying was all the possibilities I could get and the of it makes me sick.

So much for bank security. My eyes suddenly fixed on the sight near the entrance door two bodies laying on the floor bath in their own blood, I would have really puked by then looking at the sight cause obviously, watching fresh dead body in front of you is not gruesome to watch but then knowing the men who did that to them, I can't risk myself on getting the attention, much less puking, puking at the rivals plain sight, it's like putting red mark around your head, it's just stupid.

I heard someone vomit behind me. Fudge. And as if there was an invisible cue, the trio turn their head simultaneously at my direction, or the one who puked's direction. I drag my eyes to the ground not getting an eye contact since it's the very last I wanted to do as the one of the trio the one holding the rifle approach at us, as his heavy steps getting nearer the beating of my heart pump faster from fear. Oh whatever being you are above, I seriously don't to end my life this way. I prayed, wish for the first time in ever.

Stomp. Why am I here exactly?

Stomp. Why did I decide to be with him in this dang bank at such a bad timing?!

Stomp. A pair of black boots came into my peripheral view. I didn't dare looking up.

I held my breath when the steps stop, I tried, I really did try to calm down but my breathing was hindering me from getting my heart to calm.

"Well, well well. I see someone appreciated my work eh." the psycho mused, the rifle carried both in his hands. "He was so overwhelmed from his fascination that he puked from joy, how about I join you with them as well" he cackled a laugh, Dude what's with the twisted logic!? Isn't this just a bank robbery, why is there a psycho on the loose?

"Please spare me, spare me spear me I beg you" the man, the one who puked I assumed plead. I didn't dare turn around, I wasn't that curious enough only to get myself killed.

I may appreciate heroes and superheroes like the once I have read and watch, but I wasn't one. So I only listen to the psycho who laughed creepily as well as the sound of gun cocking, for a moment my heart stop beating from the suspense.

" Stop it man " his companion called. "We ain't doing that shit, we got the money let him go man, cops are coming" he said approaching the psycho, but the psycho didn't listen when he took a step forward passing me by.

'Bu-y' I heard a voice calling me, it was faint but familiar. I tilt my head slightly sideways and spot Buck, my ward, he was crouching I saw a bit of red dripping from his head probably gotten hit from the falling object, I gave him a questioning look covering my terrified, his hands answered my question as it slowly went to his chest to his side pocket grabbing a small familiar metallic object.

Oh hell no. I give him a warning look not to respond, but when I looked into his eyes I see he made his decision. Understanding those look in his eyes, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath my heart beat calm only a bit, I open my eyes already regretting of what would happen next.

Remember when I just said, I am no hero? I still ain't a hero, and what I do in the next few seconds will still not make me a hero, I'm just doing what I was told. So whatever being above listening to me now, f*** the psycho to hell and give him the taste of karma.

Slowly, undetected I slid my hands to my pockets until I have the item I just wanted to use.I heave another breath and started weeping, and just like that I feel the psycho presence behind me turn and approaching.

"What you crying about bitch?!" he growled, striking the but of his rifle on my shoulder I yelp and fall down flat to my stomach.

"Please" I said and continued weeping. Oh I just hope this works. Then like an answered the man crouch down leaning his ear closer to my face.

"Huh, what was that bitch are you begging?" he said, smiling.

"Please" I repeated wiping my nonexistent tears, "please just..."

"Just what?" he leaned closer. Just what I needed. I stop the fake cry and lean my closer to his ear.

"Please, and thank you, you just made my job easier today" there was a sudden pause, everyone was still and quiet even the weepers stop their cries.

"Huuuuh?!" he respond, confuse. "Do you want to die so much bitch?!" He shouted and start to reach for my hair but I deflected it from my right, my other hand placed on his neck.

"No" I replied. "I really don't" the psycho started shaking, I switch the taser to two the man began convulsing dropping his rifle and he followed shortly. The room was in silence once again.

I turn around and found the two men gaping like fishes, not believing what their eyes just witness.

"uhm, Surprise." I said and laugh awkwardly.

I wanted to slap myself right now. After processing my surprise for them, they finally come to their senses and started to point their guns at me as I flinch a little but then before another shooting happened the two suddenly dropped dead to the floor, I felt sick all of the sudden.

There was no blood seeping out from their bodies, but I know they are dead a clean stab from the back, as two knives are stuck at the two bodies each.

The room felt quieter, I look around the people still didn't move. I look to the man who just puked and to his eyes, fear was all I can see. I sighed and turn away at his gaze.

"Hurry up" I call out. I watch Buck grunted and pick the bulky white cloth bag just in time before we heard the faint sound of the police sirens.

"Let's go" I said as we exited to the back door. We hustled ourselves out of the bank.

I did mention I ain't a hero right?

Right so, I may be not be one of the good guys and I may also do bad stuff that bad guys do. No matter, it wasn't like I have the good environment anyway. Remember my ward, Bucky? Yeah he's the cause of all of these, me involve in his crimes but I never involve myself in a crime like taking away of lives though. I am not that desperate and I am fortunate or unfortunate to still have a sane conscience enough to know what crossing the line meant.

"...ninety-nine...ahuh, a million. Well congratulations Buck you just earn yourself exactly one million dollars" I clap one time and place slowly the stack cash at ites tower.

"You get the hundred kid" Bucky gruff as he reach out for stuck slowly destroying my tower of cash. Good thing I got the money to let him compensate. I gladly grab a couple of stash and put it into my yellow shoulder bag. Packing the last one, I close my bag and hung it around my shoulder feeling the heavy already. Well the weight is worth it.

"So when's the next gig" I asked adjusting my bag.

"We got a lot today, and we still to calm today's incident down before the next one. I'll give you the signal" he said monotonously. I only nodded and wave goodbye to him.

Exiting the rusty container house, I check my watch, it's almost 12pm. I still have class on the afternoon, sneaking in then. Easy-peasy.

I spent the whole afternoon at school...learning, and yes I may be a thief but I still love to learn stuff that school only teaches with their textbooks with repetitive but useful contents.

Yes, I still go to school and yes again, it's by my own free will even with all the money I get from the gig I still love learning that is how survive the crime world. Class was fun, learning was more fun especially when you got to experiment stuff during chemistry. Doing this kind of science geeky stuff reminds me of Peter Parker from Spiderman, oh and Bruce Banner too you know, the Hulk. And yes I am fan of Marvels, favorite characters too many mention.

Its ironic though, I love Marvels ever since I could remember I love mostly all the protagonist of the story and here I am, a thief. Good thing there is no such thing as superpowers or superheroes or super soldier in this universe then. Because I might actually be busted right away, if I was in that world I am a poor villain.

After the class dismissal, I never made plans and decided to go straight home, to my sweet home complex but then a shout stop me from my track.

"Bue!" I turn and saw Rodney Dick, the typical jerk-jock. I regret turning around right after recognizing his face.

"Not entertaining" I snarl back, knowing him he won't be offended at all.

"Awh common Benson, I need a favor" he said grabbing my wrist which I yank it right away.

"What? And it won't be favor when you can't pay for it"

"already got that covered sweety-bud, I only need you to make me the ID for tonight's club outing"

"what happened to the one I gave you last week?" I questioned.

"I lost it at the club"

"And the week before?"

" hmm misplaced it, too lazy looking for it" he said nonchalantly, after thousand words per second I sighed in defeat and grab a pink purse from my pocket in my jacket. Well, I guess being a robber is not just my thing, I do fake ID's and certificate too it was one of my first gigs actually before I started to the real thing.

"Here" I handed him my last fake ID with his face on. Seeing the already made ID, the jerk-face's light, he reach out for the card but I pulled it before he could touch it.

"Pay me the favor" I gestured my fingers for the money. Rodney nod and grab the money from his pockets and handed it to me as I gave him the ID.

"Thanks a bunch Bue" with those final words he left.

This is my normal day. Welcome to my world.

The next morning, I went to school early. I meant to go to school early but then suddenly my phone rang. Bucky's name was given at the caller's ID, my body began running cold because Bucky never call me.

I swipe green button, "hello." I said.

"Is this Beauty...Benson?" it wasn't Bucky. It was a female's voice, gentle but never to be trusted.

"Yes speaking, whose this, why do you have Buck's phone?" it came out rudely but Bucky never handed out his phone to anyone.

"This is the Hospital, I'm Sherry Lopez a nurse. This is about your guardian Mr. Neil Williams"

"What about him?" the female was silent for a while before talking, I didn't like that silence one bit.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Benson. Mr. Williams passed away from a car accident, if you would please visit us in the hospital for further details." I stop listening when the voice mentioned him passing away, there was a lump in my throat making it difficult to swallow.

"So you mean, Bucky is Dead" the voice's silence was deafening. I hang up the phone as I stare blankly at the cemented grey ground.

He's dead. A car accident, it's not like him. I needed the answers. I never got to school that day.

He was still, he's body stiff and cold and pale. I never expected this day to be so soon. My eyes stay at his sleeping face, at the right side of his head I can see where the cause of his death is. Major bleeding from the head after he drop down from the hard ground and break his skull inside-out. But what I didn't expect the most, is that Bucky just save someone.

A woman, she was pregnant, while crossing the lane no expected a drunk truck driver who could barely steer the wheel straight. Bucky was there and shove away the lady from the danger zone putting him in danger instead and also dead.

I met the pregnant lady with his husband, the lady hugged me thanking me and then apologizing for what happened to him. The lady was fine she even when Bucky shove her away to meet his doom.

I wonder what Bucky made rescuing the lady. Was it because he reminded her of his wife before? or that was it just some sort of reflex to rescue the lady. Bucky won't admit but he was an oddball. He was a criminal but he somehow always to the rescue when someone is in distress, he helped in a different way, his own way. Just like yesterday and today.

And just like that he's gone, at least he's death was not really that meaningless. In the end the ex-marine, serve his countrymen for the last time. Was it worth it, saving a life? I wouldn't know.

When I got out to the hospital to go home the rain pour hard, and harder. I was stranded because of it. By ten-thirty, the rain finally calm and only power bits of shower, I didn't bother to hire a ride, walking is my way of thinking and clearing my head at the same time.

I take the shortcut route to my complex, the route was in a dark alley very dark at night. I realize too late my shortcut was only safe before dark.

I pass the routes, from alleys to alleys, ignoring the calls the prying eyes while maintaining my constant speed walking so no one would really bother my way. I wouldn't say I was that scared of the dark alley, I was just being cautious after all there are still predators lurking and then Bucky is dead, I continued walking.

"Gyaahh!" A pain scream of a woman and few men laughing was heard. I stop walking before I could realize, the woman grouped by two drunk men was in front of me, they were surrounded by the darkness but I could still see the happenings crystal clear.

"Oya, girly you shouldn't be here in the middle of the night, it's quite dangerous and quite tempting for a man like us" hearing those words was disgusting, me hearing those words makes me disgusting. Why am I even watching them? I should ignore them I don't want any trouble, I already have enough problems to deal with.

One man grab the cornered girl by the wrist, she tried to pull but she was not match to a man twice her size. The woman began sobbing.

"Oh hush now babe, will make you better if you give us chance" the man taunt with his disgusting grin. That does it. I didn't even have time to think when I suddenly cleared my throat loud enough for them to be distracted. As planned the two drunkards avert their attention to the ladies and to me.

The man whose hand holding the woman's wrist grinned tauntingly. "I see we have some joiner here aren't we Mark" Mark smirk in agreement, "I'll take this

The woman's features was covered by the stature of two, so can't see her face before but as the drunkard two approach towards I have enough time to see her face and enough time to also recognize and identify her face. She was Sherry Lopez, a nurse at the hospital where Bucky's body is at.

"Ms. Benson!" it appears I was recognize as well.

"Oh our ladies knew it each other yeah?" And then drunkard One just ruined the moment. Mark was almost, I grab taser-gun from the pockets activating it, I also grab the knife hidden from sleeves just in case. This is just the case. I ignore the cries from Sherry, her plead for me to ran away.

"And she's a fighter!"Mark, the drunkard two's grin widen even more, then I saw him grabbing something at his back it was the knife's enemy.

Yeah, I should have run away from the very start. I wouldn't be in so much trouble if I did.

"Be careful what you wish for girly" he said gripping the gun

But I didn't run. I wonder what it feels like to feel what Bucky felt when he go and save that lady.

Ahh, I justhope this is worth it.

WELCOME, thank you for reading this stuff. This story is not official yet by I do hope I can continue this one, to have my one goal: to finish a fanfiction story of my own. Yeah I think that won't happen anytime soon.

Pretty much, character is more or less neutral. There won't be characters from Marvels interacting with my OC yet because I still have to write about her adaptation to her thing. Enjoy.

This is not an official story, this is made on a whim.