Lately I've been kinda going through a phase where I'm wondering what might happen to my characters if they existed in different circumstances, partially prompted by my alternate universe story, Whispers. That got me thinking what would happen if Heather and Jay (By the way I got bored of just calling him a letter so I changed his name fully, at least for this, it's still short for James though) if they ended up in the Avengers instead if the Fantastic 4 (Or 5) and this is what became of it. Origins are somewhat different but the characters remain the same. It is not really necessary to have read the Voices trilogy (this is separate from this story) first but you can if you want.

Still, enjoy…

SuperminionXD

P.S. the Technopathy isn't something that's obvious in my other stories, but it is there, she just doesn't use or know about it, I decided to play it up more in this though. It does take more energy for her though.

The explosion that killed our Parents was a strange one: no-one seemed to know how it started… of course they didn't know about the secret AIM base underneath our apartment block. And nor did I, at the time…

It was almost a week later when I found myself waking up in a hospital bed. We were the only survivors, they said, me and Jay, my four year old brother. I was only twelve at the time, twelve and alone in the world. At first they wouldn't let me see him, he wasn't stable, they said. I didn't believe them so I slipped past the nurses and out into the corridors. It was then that I caught my reflection in one of the glass doors. I stared at the mirror-girl, she wasn't me, she couldn't be me! My hair was black, and my eyes green, this girl's hair and eyes were a bright purple! Shaking it off, I continued my search, and I found him.

A tiny pink mass of burns and cuts lay forlornly under starched white sheets, a shock of yellow hair on the pillow. A cluster of doctors stood around the bed as a loud beep emanated from the machine next to him. I had watched enough medical dramas to know what that meant.

"Jay!" I screamed, the lead doctor looked up and saw me.

"Get her out of here!" he commanded one of the nurses as the others began charging the metal paddles. The Male Nurse grabbed my arm and started pulling me from the room.

"No! You don't understand! He's my brother!" I yelled, struggling as much as I could, but the grip held firm, "Don't Die Jay! You can't die! Please!"

My heart was in my mouth as I heard the Doctor shout 'Clear' and apply the shock, my brother's small chest rising as if in agony. I saw the nurses wait tensely before the Doctor shook his head.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed louder than I had ever screamed at all. The silence that followed was broken by a small beep. This was soon followed by another, and another! He was alive! I let out a sigh of relief, along with the Nurses and Doctors. From that moment on, I promised myself, I would protect him, whatever happened, whatever it took! But I had no idea what was about to happen.

It was another week later when they first came. The Voices. Haunting my dreams, filling my every waking moment. I thought I was going crazy! Meanwhile I was taken to an orphanage run by a woman who I was instructed to call 'Auntie'. She wasn't my real Auntie; in fact I doubted she was anyone's. I didn't care much for her, she talked down to me as if I knew nothing, and her 'Voice' spoke of annoyance and false sympathy. The other children weren't any better, they saw my hair and eyes, and labelled me a freak, an aberration to be ignored or taunted, their 'Voices' taunted me until I locked myself in my tiny room and curled up, my hands over my ears. It did nothing. But there I stayed, alone and unmoving. 'Auntie' came up and tried to coax me down, or to eat some food. I refused both. I could not eat, for the voices came louder than ever.

Another week passed and still I refused, though my stomach shouted out in protest, the thought of food was still sickening. It wasn't until Jay was discharged that I stopped. They brought him into my room, his brown eyes wide and innocent. I looked at him and cried, cried the tears that, up till now, I had not been able to shed. He shuffled over to me and placed a small hand on my knee. I uncurled and drew his small body onto my lap. I hugged him tight and promised we would never be parted. And for a moment, the voices seemed less loud, less prominent. That afternoon the both of us went down for dinner. I didn't eat all of it, but it was definitely better than none.

Over the next few months I slowly learnt to block out the voices. I never told a soul, for I knew if I did they would think me crazy and take me away from Jay. I had taken to wearing an old pair of sunglasses to cover my eyes, and my hair, to anyone who didn't know, would just seem like I was rebellious and dyed it. Anyway, I sort of liked it. Soon we were fostered by a woman named Elsie, Auntie said we were lucky to go together, I retorted that she was mean to even think of splitting us up. Elsie was nice; she gave us our own rooms, clothes to wear and foods to eat. She never once asked what was under my glasses, and for a year or so, we lived quite normal lives.

But that was when it started happening, to both of us, but me to begin with. I remember the first time; I was on the bus on the way home from school when it was just before my stop. I reached out to press the button when a strange energy flowed through me, and the button pressed itself. I was shocked and flustered to say the least, but was able to walk relatively normally off the bus and hope no-one noticed. I soon realised this was something I could do with relative ease; I set up various experiments lifting everything from pencils and rubbers to large boxes filled with things. It often made me dizzy and tired if I did too much though.

On my next visit the to the library I logged on to one of the computers and searched 'the ability to move things without touching them' there were lots of things about people claiming to have psychic powers, but there was no way I could know if they were telling the truth. A lot of other people seemed sceptical too judging by the number of negative comments dismissing them as crazy or con-artists. I also learned that what I have is called Telekinesis, or Psychokinesis, and is closely related to Telepathy, the ability to hear others thoughts. This made me think of the voices. Not that I had forgotten them, they remained forever chattering in the back of my mind. What if they were actually…? This was so weird, I had… superpowers? How? Why?

I remembered the voices appeared right after the explosion, could that be it? Was that why…? Did that mean Jay had it too? Little did I know I would soon find out. It wasn't obvious at first, just strange things, like finding he had woken up on the floor downstairs right below his bed with no idea how he got there. Margaret put it down to sleepwalking, but I knew it was something different. I told the five year old I was doing a project for school and set up a cheap video recorder 'borrowed' from the school library. It wasn't really stealing since I would return it once I was done. I put the camera on record when he went to sleep and then went to bed myself, not before checking there was enough memory for the night.

In the morning I woke up early and found Jay once again not in his bed. I took the camera and went downstairs to find him, he lay splayed out on the floor, directly under where his bed should be. I carefully shook his shoulder to wake him up.

"Heather?" he moaned, half asleep.

"Shh, it's ok; let's just get you back to bed"

"Ok" he nodded sleepily and allowed me to pick him up bridal style and carry him back to his bed before Elsie woke up. When I'd tucked him in I went back to me own room and rewound the recording to the start. I lay on my bed and watched the video on fast forward on the small screen. The sped-up tosses and turns seemed normal for the first few hours, until, quite suddenly, he disappeared. I quickly rewound to the point of his disappearance and played it in normal time. My purple eyes widened behind my glasses. I played it again just to make sure. It was the same; Jay seemed to just slip through the mattress and through the floor, shortly followed by a small pop.

The next night I set up the camera in the kitchen after Elsie had gone to bed. I wiped the memory of the previous night and set it to record again. A new morning revealed a new revelation as I once again escorted a half-asleep Jay back to bed and viewed the night's film. As before the first few hours were uneventful, until Jay's small body seemed to fall through the ceiling like a ghost, before disappearing altogether with a pop and reappearing on the floor. Another trip to the library saw the camera returned and Jay's powers identified and Phasing and Teleportation. Still I told no-one, and as it turned out, I didn't have to.

One afternoon, it was a weekend; the relative silence was broken by a loud cry from Jay's room. Both me and Elsie rushed to his aid to find him falling into the floor as if it were water, the woman was shocked beyond belief, but I ran forwards. Unfortunately I tripped over something on the floor, sending me sprawling, and my glasses flying. Elsie gasped upon seeing my eyes for the first time. Reacting quickly I reached out a hand and lifted Jay up telekinetically. Once upright he tentatively reached a toe to the ground, finding him solid once more I placed him down with a motion of my hand and ran to hug him.

Elsie stood there, her eyes wide with fear; she backed away towards the door. She exited it and shut it behind her; I heard the click of a lock. Jay burst into tears.

"What's happening to me?" he asked between sobs, I sat cross legged on the floor and pulled him onto my lap. I hugged him tight and stroked his hair just like I remember Mummy doing.

"Shh, it's ok, I'm here" I comforted, "I won't let anything hurt you ever, and I'll never leave you"

He looked up at me with tearstained eyes.

"Promise?" he asked

"Promise" I confirmed "And I also promise I'll do my best to find out what happened to us, and fix it"

He threw his small arms around me and hugged me close, I hugged him back and rocked from side to side as his sobbing subsided and his body became limp and heavy. When I was sure he was asleep I carefully stood up and laid him down on the bed. Then I picked my glasses off the floor and replaced them on my face before lying down next to him and falling asleep myself.

I was woken by someone roughly shaking my shoulder.

"I tell you sir, they're not normal!" Elsie's voice exclaimed

"I'll find that out for myself Ma'am" a man's voice returned and the shaking intensified.

"Gowawayy" I slurred sleepily, hugging Jay closer to me.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, you and your brother need to come with me" He explained, that woke me up.

"You stay away from my brother!" I shouted, jumping off the bed and glaring at him menacingly.

"He'ver… wa's'going'on?" Jay asked, blinking having just woken up, I turned back to him and stroked his hair.

"Everything's ok Jay, I promised, remember?" I comforted him; the man stepped forwards and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Look…" he looked to Elsie for a name as I glared venomously.

"Heather" She told him warily.

"Look, Heather, we just want to take you and your brother to a new home" he told me in a calming voice, "Nothing is going to happen to you, or him"

I looked into the man's eyes, they seemed to show genuine concern, and I had sensed people lying before, it didn't seem like he was. He didn't seem like the government type either, so I glanced back at Jay before nodding slowly.

The man took us to another orphanage, like Auntie's, but this one was run by a strict small woman who demanded we call her Ms Carisbrooke. It wasn't very nice there, Ms Carisbrooke didn't like us very much, she made us clean things and I was often the one to blame for anything that went wrong in the place.

As a result no-one wanted to foster me, but they still wanted Jay, with his fluffy blond hair and deep brown eyes, and his five year old charm, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I figured if everybody thought I was a rebel, why not use that to my advantage, so I began a sort of scheme that went like this. A couple would come in and take a fancy to Jay and a test run would be organised, but I would follow behind, using my telekinesis to sabotage things they came into contact with. For example making a drink spill all over them and other things that could be perceived as pranks. The prospective parents would then be scared off by the so called 'ghosts' leaving Jay unfostered.

He soon picked up on this and began to help by pulling 'disappearing acts' by teleporting further away or slipping through a wall when they weren't looking, I think he thought of it as some sort of game. Unfortunately Ms Carisbrooke quickly realised my mysterious disappearances coincided with these 'tests' and took to locking me in my room when the times came. I lived in fear of the time when he wouldn't come back.

Another year had passed when an older couple came to the orphanage, they made it clear from the start they could only take one child, they showed an interest in Jay, setting me on guard. But when the time came for the test run, not only Jay but both of us were called to the small bland office. We sat awkwardly in the couple's gaze.

"We have been told that you do not wish to be separated" The woman said kindly, "You care for your brother"

I nodded nervously.

"Then surely you do not wish him to grow up in a place such as this" the man reasoned, I looked at them suspiciously, what were they getting at? "With great power comes great responsibility, you have the power to let Jay here live a normal life, it's your responsibility, your decision"

His words struck me and I glanced at Jay, whose eyes were wide and innocent. There was something about the couple that I couldn't help but trust. They went on to explain that I would be allowed to visit any time I wanted and were prepared to help me in any way they could. They said they had a nephew about my age who they'd like me to meet and, as it turned out, attended the same school as me. I reluctantly agreed to the offer and from then on Jay lived with the Parkers. I visited once a week and became good friends with their nephew, Peter, a brown haired boy with glasses. It was Peter who got me into science, and I soon realised I could use it to help both me and Jay with our 'problems'.

Meanwhile I bounced around from family to family; I didn't really care for anywhere where Jay wasn't. A lot of them didn't care much for me either, though my experiments didn't help much. I had taken to performing experiments in my room with chemicals and things I'd smuggled from the school science labs, it was interesting but most families gave me up after I filled my bedroom with iodine vapour, or exploded something. It was during one of those experiments I discovered my other power, one of the families I had been with had given me an old clunky laptop, it wasn't high tech or anything but it did the job. I had taken to typing up the results so I could look back on them at a later date; it was during this that it happened. I glared in contempt at the computer.

"I don't care if explodingly isn't a word, I'm using it so it is!" I cursed the inanimate object, or the spellcheck to be more accurate. Just then the computer began acting strangely, the mouse-arrow moved of its own accord, right clicking on the word and selecting the 'Add to Dictionary' option. I had thought with the events of the past few years I wouldn't be shocked by anything, but I was. I diverted my experiments to a more electronic angle, I had always been good with computers and I soon found I could control the entire computer using my mind, transferring my thoughts to type or even hacking into things just by thinking about it, it was weird but cool, though it did take a lot of energy I found. By then I was fifteen, but easily completing college work, I went to a technological university and by the time I was seventeen I had done everything I needed.

Now was the time! I thought as I walked down the familiar path I had walked down so many times as a child. Everything I had worked for, in secret in my room and at college, was for this moment. I stood in front of the patch of scorched ground, left to waste it looked dark and derelict. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered what I had lost the last time I had been here. After all these years, the place still smelt of ash.

"Mummy! What's happening?" I screamed as a boom rocked the building.

"Everything's ok, Honey, we just have to get out" She assured me, taking Jay's hand and leading us down the hall.

"But why? What about Daddy?" I asked confused.

"He's coming too, he just has to get some things" She explained vaguely, she pulled open the door to the stairs only for us to be hit with a wall of heat, I flinched back from the searing flame as Mummy pulled us away, back into the apartment. She led us into their bedroom where there was a large window. Letting go of both our hands, she picked up a chair and threw it at the window with all her might. The glass shattered and tinkled to the ground, then she grabbed the double mattress from the bed and heaved it over to the window. She threw it out the window where it fell two stories and landed on the ground with a thud directly under the window. What was she doing? I wondered frantically as she took Jay in her arms and dropped him from the window as well.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed in panic, she took my hands and looked into my eyes.

"I want you to promise me something" she told me, I nodded, "Look after your brother"

With that she used our clasped hands to throw me out the window too. The world froze for a moment as it seemed like I was flying. Then gravity kicked in, the wind whipped my hair and I screamed as I landed in a crumpled mess on the mattress next to Jay. I helped him off the mattress and looked up, expecting to see Mummy sailing down after us. Instead what I saw was one almighty boom as the entire building went up in a gigantic explosion. Jay and I were thrown backwards; I saw a strange flash of purple and green light and then darkness…

I gasped at the sudden invasiveness of the memory, looking at the charred remains brought back feelings I thought were buried long ago. I picked my way across the ruins, there had to be something to cause the explosion. The police could never find anything, but maybe I could. Something wasn't right; I felt things, strange things that shouldn't be underneath a normal apartment building. I couldn't sense any people down there, but a still active Wi-Fi connection flickered in one corner. I closed my eyes as I reached out my mind to the electronic device. Information flashed before my eyes in a way it had never before, numbers, letters, codes, it didn't make any sense! It felt like my head was overloading! I quickly technopathically downloaded the information into my laptop, which I had in my rucksack, to stop the pain. I stood there for a moment, breathing heavily as if I'd just run a race or something and then turned and walked back down the street.

I found a small café and sat down with my computer, working my way through the jumbled data. I couldn't decrypt all of it, but the bits I did spoke of an organisation known as Advanced Idea Mechanics, or AIM, and two projects codenamed Project Ghost and Project Technopsy, I couldn't find what the projects consisted of but it wasn't much of a leap to theorise they had something to do with mine and Jay's powers. I looked up from my work and suddenly realised the café was empty.

"Freeze by order of SHIELD!" a voice commanded and suddenly my table was surrounded by men with guns and wearing futuristic spy type clothes. I was cut off, I couldn't escape! What could I do? These guys looked like just the types who would strap me to a table and experiment on me! I was not about to let that happen! There must be something I could do… unless? But I had never used my powers in that way before! But it was my only option. I put on my best poker face and began filtering through the usual babble of 'voices'. I turned to the agent I assumed to be the leader.

"Agent Quartermaine of the Strategic Homeland Intervention Espionage and Logistics Division? By the way, someone really wanted your initials to spell out shield" I mocked cockily, when inside I was quaking with fear, I smiled sweetly, "I am not the girl you're looking for"

"You are not the girl we're looking for" the agents chorused from their telepathic trance.

"Thank God for Star Wars" I smirked as I got up from my seat and pushed past the frozen spies, "By the way, you didn't see anything"

I went to the door but turned just before I exited. I clicked my fingers and the frozen agents reanimated and saw my absence. Not taking a second to watch their confusion, I slipped out of the café and down the street. Well that was eventful I smirked to myself. I caught the bus and slipped into the back door of the orphanage, where I now resided full time since no-one wanted to adopt a seventeen year old. I collapsed on my bed as soon as I got into my room, using my powers so much took a lot of energy

Once I turned eighteen I was given a broken down flat, still in New York, I got a part-time job as a lab assistant for a Dr Curtis Connors and fought tooth and nail to gain custody over Jay from the Parkers, who happily obliged since they were going through their own family emergency. And so we both now lived in my tiny flat, Jay, now ten, was, not surprisingly, obsessed with superheroes and was dead set on becoming a journalist 'cause that's what superheroes do'

"But I don't see why we can't!" he exclaimed, yet again arguing that we should be using our powers to help others.

"No! It's dangerous" I said firmly.

"But Ben said with Great power comes Great responsibility, we should be helping!" he argued

"I have enough responsibility looking after you, I don't need any more!" I retorted, "And you're way too young"

"You may wanna rethink that!" Jay said in sudden awe, I followed his gaze. A column of earth from the bottom of the sea rose upwards, taller than any skyscraper. Out of it came a figure, who floated in the sky like an omen of violence. Jay was right, we had to do something.

Seriously don't expect all chapters to be this long, this is a one off thing, I meant it to just be a brief summary of their past but it just sort of mutated. The whole thing with SHIELD wasn't even supposed to happen, it only did because my brother thought they would pick up on all the strange activities and power-related Google searches Heather did, and the Jedi mind trick just amused me and seemed the sort of thing Heather'd do.

This story is a lot darker than my others, as is Heather's past; as a result her personality is slightly changed, but still recognisable I hope.

I hope Heather doesn't seem like a Mary-sue, I know making your character a telekinetic-telepathic-technopathic-super-genius is a bit asking for it, but I try to put in faults since I find it unrealistic when characters don't have any, more will become noticeable as time goes on. I know it's not very noticeable now, but Heather really has very little control over her powers as what control she does have is based on ideas and theories rather than real world experience, Jay meanwhile controls his almost instinctively, probably due to how young he was so his brain was able to adapt.

Bye for now,

SuperminionXD