Through Another's Eyes

by Livvy10253

Eliza is just an average, awkward, socially challenged young woman who happens to have the worst luck of all time. That is to say, she has what some would call a 'gift' and what she herself called a curse. And such a curse, combined with the worst timing of all time, runs her strait into Natasha Romanoff. Literally.

DON'T HATE ME! I've started a new project…..yes, I have tremendous issues, yes, I will be updating all my other projects, too (you're welcome:P) and no…I have not died. Or been abducted by aliens. Or both. BUT ON WITH THE SHOW! I saw the new Captain America (YEAH GO MURICA!) and have been justly inspired to write this. PLEASE LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO! Anywho, on a less crazy note, here's the first chapter. Enjoy, my lovelies!

Livvy

Chapter One: People Problems

She was never very good with people.

Public speaking, large crowds, populated cities….they were never her thing. That was putting it lightly, however. Sports, foreign languages, and standardized tests weren't her thing. People… well, she despised them.

How cynical she sounded, hating other people. But it was true, although not for the reason one might think. She was awkward, sure, but that was something that most likely blossomed and germinated out of her avoidance of social interaction.

No, the roots of her hatred, or rather strong dislike, for everything relating to crowds and conversation alike stemmed from her….talent.

At least, that's what her mother had always called it.

"You're different, Eliza. Better. You're gifted with purpose and skill… the chance to change the world. You're TALENTED."

Funny, she didn't feel all too talented, especially as she pushed through the bustling streets of the good old city that never sleeps. The Big Apple. The Melting Pot. Well, it was certainly starting to feel like a melting pot to her, the faces blurring, the people bumping up against her from all sides, hurrying along, not even caring to look at you. Walking past as if you don't even exist.

Love you guys, too, she thought to herself sarcastically. She swallowed a gulp of well- needed air and tucked her head, preferring to watch the sidewalk beneath her feet. Concentrating on where she needed to go tended to help, though sometimes it sure didn't feel that way.

Just three more blocks…

Then it happened. This time it was a woman, taller than her by nearly a foot, with deep red hair and a body so fit she could swear there wasn't an ounce of fat on this chick.

Please not again… she thought. But it was too late. The thoughts, memories, feelings…they swallowed and choked her with their force, much like a wave swallowing up an idle swimmer.

Her name was Natasha. She was in her twenties, Russian, and….. her eyes widened as flashes of Natasha's past flashed before her eyes like a movie or one of those PowerPoint things.

"Woah…" she muttered under breath, frozen in the middle of the New York sidewalk. The woman, Natasha, knew something was up immediately, doubling back on the her and gripping her arm to spin her around.

"Who are you?"

So huh? HUH? Is it good? Bad? Need to be burned? Should I eat pie? If so, what flavor? WHAT IS LIFE? Review and inform me of your oh-so-valuable opinions. I love them!

Livvy