Internal struggle

So hey there ! I know for those of you who may have read my other story are probably like YAY SHE WROTE SOMETHING ! and now you are like WTF IS THIS CRAP ! my interest has crossed into another world , ill tell you it started out with glee (hence the screen name , even though its true, I'm in a show choir ) and then I fell in LOVE with H50 and now it's the avengers… I don't know what to do with myself (: that's okay tho , I'm just gonna flow with it (:

So here is something my brain said "hey ill keep you up till 1 am with college planning stuff and then ill put the best story idea in your head and you MUST write it down" well here is something I think each of the avengers would struggle with …

If I owned these characters idk what I would do with my almost-adult-fan-girling self ;D

Ready set read…

Sweat trickled down his face as the moonlight shown through the window. He had had dreams like this before and this one was no different than the rest. He sat straight up in his bed and looked toward his bathroom that was now looking more like an empty void. He hopped out of his bed and landed opposite the black he saw in his bathroom. He found refuge on the cold hard wood floor for several moments.

This was wrong his mind was playing tricks on him, however no matter how many times he told himself that, he couldn't stop seeing the things that made him afraid. He got to his knees and peered into the dark bathroom as if to face his fears. Though he lasted longer than other times he still retracted in fear of what he saw. From then on he sat facing the window, back against the bed, waiting for the sun to rise over the stark tower, feeling less like a captain every minute.

He looked at the object in disgust wanting to throw it but knowing it would do him no good. He took a sip from his glass. Scotch had become his best friend. Something to comfort him . He continued to tinker with the object wondering how he had let it control his life, how he had let things get so out of hand.

His fingers trembled and the muscles ached from over use. His hand slipped and a river of curse words flowed off his tongue. He turned his hands over dropping the tools he held, onto the table. They trembled and he knew it was time to quit working. His body couldn't take much more but he needed the solution he was so desperately working toward. What kept him alive was killing him. With that thought he placed the object into the hole in his chest and watched as the bluish glow informed him that it was working.

He was not a discriminatory man. Typically he liked everything and had no bias toward one side of an argument or another. Whether it was something as simple as likeing cats or dogs he didn't care as long as those animals were trained. Even when it came to who you wanted to marry, it didn't matter to him whether it was the same sex or the opposite. It only mattered that the two parties were happy.

But when things were all said and done the one thing that did matter was color. Not the color of your skin because, after all, this isn't the 1960's any more. Discrimination by your ethnicity in the 21st century is quite rare, and if something does happen you're looked down upon. No, the color he hated was primary. It made him hate himself more and more each day as he found that there was really nothing he could do to change himself.

Once again, as he thought of this depressing idea, standing in a field, rage bubbled deep inside him. And as he grew many times his size and let out a sound anyone would cower from, he reminded himself how much he hated the color green.

Family is a very important aspect to many people's lives. As a human society they care for their young, and teach them the necessary skills for life in the adult world. Because the times change so quickly they have left some teaching to the older siblings. In most cases this teaching is mostly how to deal with yourself when you go to school, but sometimes it became deeper.

In some cases the eldest child would teach his or her younger siblings how to act in the world.

"I feel I have failed at this task. Of course I had never thought of teaching my brother how to behave, I don't believe many human children think of it either. I just wish I could go back and fix things."

He finishes writing this on a piece of paper and folds in half writing "Do I love him as a brother, or hate him as a villain?" on the outside.

She looks in the mirror. Disgust written all over her face. She doesn't understand how it got to be this bad. This is her job and she knows she signed up for it but, something has got to give.

Papers spread over her bed; she looks at all the faces. They belong to her but somehow her brain can't recognize them. She places the papers with various names on them into her metal trash bin setting fire to them. Behind the flames she asked herself, "When can I just be myself?"

Practice makes perfect, right? He practices and practices until he gets it right and then does it some more. His body can only take so much and he always pushes it to its limit and then, a little bit further. But when it comes to battle something doesn't quite connect in his head. His team mates swear he has got it in the bag, but for some reason he feels he falls short every time.

To be honest he might even have some anxiety before he goes out and kicks extra terrestrial ass. And so, no matter how many times he pulls back on his bow and makes sure he has all of his arrows, no amount of practice can prepare him or any of his team mates for the things they face.

Okay how was it ? I hope you all got the characters. Just incase tho in order as they appear:

Captain America

Iron Man

Hulk

Thor

Black Widow

Hawkeye

I Hope you liked it . I purposely didn't tell you the characters because I wanted your mind to create the character before you knew who it was. I don't know how well I did with that but what ever (: hope you enjoyed !

EDIT 7.14.12 : I'll be adding some chapters to this soon because of a request, so get ready (: