Authors Note: hi, this is F not A. I just want to say that I don't own any of the avengers. :(
This is my first fanfic so i hope you like it and I would really appreciate reviews. Now to the story.
Chapter 1
Ducking under a line of yellow police tape, I dodged behind a squad car until two officers had passed, and slipped in the door of the prison unnoticed. Inside was a plain square concrete room, full of officers and prisoners being interviewed.
My best friend, Samantha, or Sam, or Scorch, as she was sometimes known, stood next to me, sucking on hard candy and looking bored. She was dressed in a brownish-red catsuit with a black belt around her waist with a leather bag clipped to it full of hard candy. She also had black leather boots and a black mask with flames painted up the sides. Her long red hair was in a braid, and she was humming the 'star wars' theme song. She had a broken nose.
Next to her was Adana, or Harpy. Her coffee colored skin was complemented by the dark gray shirt and leggings she wore under aviatress goggles and a long white scarf wrapped around her mouth and then draped over her shoulders. She also wore a long trench coat. Her dark eyes roved the room, suspiciously landing on each person here in turn.
We ducked into the hallway.
"What do you think, Carmen? I mean, what do you think, Marauder?" Sam quickly corrected herself at my glare.
"Code names, Scorch, codenames!" I hissed. "And in answer to your question, I think this is a colossal waste of time. Two guys were clever and escaped from prison. so? The police can handle this one." I have short brown hair with bangs that slashes diagonally across my forehead. I wear a pale gold shirt, dark brown pants and belt, pale gold gloves, and a dark brown scarf wrapped around my mouth and nose.
"I agree," Sam said, wrinkling her nose as the sourball in her mouth made her lips pucker.
"I don't think so." Adana said thoughtfully, pulling some papers out of who-knows-where. "I found a copy of the official report, and-"
"Found or stole?" Sam asked, but Adana kept talking like she hadn't heard her.
"The police are stumped. Two men in a locked room with undisturbed bars on the windows melted clear through the wall and are now loose in the city."
"Through the wall? Let me see." I took the folder from her and stared at a photograph. What looked like lava had melted through a two-foot thick concrete wall, leaving a hole large enough for two men to climb out of. "Okay, so this one is a dead-center hit." I admitted. "But after two dozen police boots have been through here, there won't be any clues we can't get from this photo. We should go before we're spotted. Blizzard and Nightshade will be waiting for us."
We left the building without being spotted by anyone other then a stray cat in the street. My magic at work again, I thought with a slight smile. We went down an alley and jumped into the sewers from a manhole in the ground. Somehow I managed to land on the one dry spot in the large pipe, but the other two weren't so lucky, landing in the muddy and foul-smelling water in the middle of the sewer line.
Adana helped Sam up. Sam had fallen on her back in the water and tried to wring out her hair as we walked. We twisted and turned through a maze of pipes and channels, taking us to under the heart of New York city itself. At a dead end was a door similar to that of a bank vault. punching some numbers into a keypad to one side of it, the door slid open with a hiss.
It opened into a large brightly lit room with doors opening into other rooms. A large computer screen was built into the wall to our right, programmed to scan the news, security footage, and computer cameras for suspicious crimes. A round table surrounded by chairs in the middle of the room had open files, photographs, and typed documents spread over it. Lounging on a couch and watching cartoons was Blizzard and Nightshade, otherwise known as Agatha and Cecily. Agatha wore a white catsuit with spiral baby blue designs up the arms and her milky blond hair was loose around her shoulders. Next to her, Cecily's dark green catsuit was identical with black leaf designs and red hair of the same length but in pigtails.
"Your back!" Cecily leaped off the couch and tackle-hugged me, like I'd been gone for years not an hour. She always acted that way though. She and Agatha were twin mutants. Their parents had been killed in a car accident five years ago, when the twins were eight. Ever since, "Nightshade" had been nervous and clingy and frightened that something would happen to us. Agatha had been just as affected. She was same personality wise, but she had refused to speak ever since. After so long, I wondered if she could even speak any more.
Agatha waved cheerfully at me. Then she rubbed her stomach and pointed at the fridge in one corner. Cecily pulled away from me and explained.
"We ran out of food. We're hungry. Can we go eat now?" Cecily spoke quickly like she had drunk three sodas. But she was always like that.
Agatha rushed into one of the bedrooms, and come out a few seconds later in civilian clothes. Blonde hair in pigtails, jean overalls and faded blue windbreaker. She was beaming, rubbing her stomach and tapping her foot as if to say, 'get a move on! I'm hungry!'. We all changed into normal clothes.
We couldn't go out in costume. We had to stay of the main roads in civilian clothes anyway. See, we're heroes. In New York. But we haven't registered with the Avengers, who also lived in New York. And they were dead set on catching us and putting us into foster care. I shuddered subconsciously. I couldn't think about it, I had to move forward, and I could never look back, or the memories would crush me. I pushed those memories to the back of my brain, and locked the door on them.
When we were all ready, we climbed out through a manhole cover in a back alley where nobody ever saw us. There was a tiny little Mexican restaurant a few blocks away that we went to as often as we could afford.
The waitresses here all knew us, and the cooks let us have free homemade flan. We sat at our usual table at the back, and everything was good. But as we got up to leave, I had the funniest feeling, the kind of feeling you get when someones watching you. I glanced over my shoulder, but there was no one there. We continued around the corner, and making sure that no one was there, we climbed into the sewers.
In the pipes, I had the same feeling as at the restaurant. 'no one is there.' I told myself sternly. 'You're getting jumpy. No one is there.' Inside our hideout, Agatha and Cecily went back to their cartoons, and Adana studied some old crime files. Sam fell asleep in her specially fireproof room, flames flickering up her arms as she snored.
I went in my room to read, still trying to shake the feeling that we were being watched.
Suddenly, a loud crash came from the front room. I heard Sam swear, and immediately I snatched a pocket knife out of my dresser and sprinted into the room. Iron man was fighting Nightshade and BLizzard, who were putting up a heck of a fight were two twelve-year-olds. Nightshade sent blackberries and roses growing up over his suit, and he was having a heck of a time getting a shot at them past Blizzards ice wall.
A red-haired women was trying to subdue Adana, and… was that the hulk? Fighting Sam?
I glanced around, and turned around just in time to avoid Captain America's shield. I ducked to one side and slashed at him with my pocket knife as he tried to grab my arm. We both looked stared, surprised, at a slash on his palm. We both quickly recovered and began to fight again. I managed to dent his shield a lot, and he tripped me up so that I twisted my ankle.
Somewhere behind me, Sam cried out in pain. The Cap and I both turned to see what had happened. Iron man was wrapped in ivy vines, and Adana seemed to be unconscious, surrounded by the remnants of a chair, but the real trouble was Sam.
Hulk had her in one enormous green hand, and threw her at the wall. She crumpled, and Hulk bellowed in victory.
"Get Sam out of the way!" I yelled to the cap.
"What are you going to do?" he asked as he dragged her towards the door.
"Take on the giant lima bean." I said, hurtling straight towards the Hulk, doing some quick calculations in my head. 'I can't take him down by force. I'll have to go the other way with this one.'
"Hi." I said casually to Hulk, hands in the pocket of my hoodie.
"Hulk smash!" He bellowed, but I didn't move.
"No, Hulk won't smash." I told him sternly. He looked confused. "You won't smash because inside you don't want to smash at all. Do you?"
"Hulk no smash?" He asked.
"Hulk no smash." I confirmed. He leaned down in front of me and growled.
"Hulk smash."
"No. Because inside you don't want to hurt me. Inside your just a regular guy. You're not Hulk. Your Dr. Banner, and the last thing you want to do is smash." As I watched, hulk began to shrink. His skin lost its green color. He became a man in torn clothes and a sheepish smile.
"Nice to meet you, ." I said cheerfully, shaking the dazed man's hand. We turned to find everyone else in the room staring at me. "What?" I asked.
"How did you do that, young lady?" Dr. Banner asked. "Even I can't control the other guy, and he's inside my body.
"Doesn't matter." I said. "Is Sam okay?" I asked the cap and Blizzard, who were crouched over her. Blizzard/Cecily gave me a thumbs up. Sam was conscious now, looking dazed and in pain, but alive.
"I'm good boss." Sam said weakly. "Well, not good, but I'm still alive which is a bonus." She pushed away cap and Blizzard. "Just a sec, I need to…." She burst into flames. Cap fell backwards in shock.
The red-headed women actually went so far as to point a fire extinguisher at Sam, but I snatched it out of her hands.
"No, its okay." I said. "Fire helps her."
"Fire helps her?" Iron man was still wrapped in vines. "Well thats more then a little bit odd."
"so why were you attacking us anyway?" I asked, suddenly remembering.
"Don't remember." Iron man shrugged.
"We were going to peacefully convince you to stop this hero nonsense, but wing girl over there attacked, and pretty soon we were all fighting." It was the first time the red-haired women spoke. Racking my brains, I remembered that her name was Natasha Romanoff, the "Black widow". She kept her expression calm and level.
"Thought so." I sighed. "Operation Steam Heat, ladies."
"Whats-" Dr. Banner started to ask, but Sam reached into her bag of candy and pulled out a one-inch thick iron orb from underneath her reserves of hotheads. She plugged her nose with her hand, and smashed the orb on the ground. There was a bang, a flash of light, and a plume of purple gas. The avengers all keeled over, except for the still-tied up Iron Man, who had a helmet on.
"What is that stuff?" He asked. "What did you do to them?" We all ignored him. Blizzard and Nightshade lifted Adana, and Sam hobbled along with them. We were at the door, when I was tackled from behind by Iron Man.
Apparently, powerful as Nightshade is, she can't carry someone twice her size and control plants at the same time.
"Go!" I yelped, kicking Iron Man in the head. "I'm right behind you!"
"But-" Sam was coming back to help. The avengers were stirring. "Get out of here!" I yelled, lifting a chair leg and smashing the control panel connected to the door. It slid shut wit a click, my friends on the other side.
"That should buy them some time." I muttered, as Iron Man whacked me on the head with his metal gauntlets, and everything went black around me.