I fake a scream of terror as I continue to race away from the men behind me. The thugs follow after me, their prey, blindly along the streets of NYC. Little do they know, I have tricks up my mischievous sleeve. And that I know they're the human traffickers behind twenty one missing women. It took a few weeks to track them down. I'm going to get the rest tomorrow, needing to save my energy. I contain a smirk that would infuriate anyone, and everyone, and continue racing away. The lampposts, with their dull yellow light, guides me.
"Chasity." I murmur. Immediately, the AI responds. I'm fond of the name Chastity, and always have. That, and Vesper. I named my pet husky/wolf mix Vesper. She died seven years ago this winter, the day after Christmas. For her last Christmas, and I knew she wouldn't last two more days, I took her to her favorite places...
"Yes, Mrs. Stark?" Chasity's smooth, airy voice whispers into my ear from the small earbud in it, hidden to the naked eye. It's about as small as a sugar ant. I always take it off before sleeping through the night, since it irritates my ears sometimes.
"Don't tell my brother, or JARVIS, about this." I say, my breathing getting labored.
"Affirmative." She responds, clicking into silence.
I glance back at the group, my odd eyes widening. I've always had one bright blue eye, and one stormy grey eye. In my opinion, it just makes me look like even more of a trouble maker. Ever since I was a kid, I've gotten in trouble. Not like Tony, but small pranks... and not so small ones. It was the greatest time of my life. I made the Principals chair explode with shaving gel and shaving cream one time. It was... different. They didn't catch me because I hacked the cameras around campus so turn off for the whole lunch. It's safe to say many people helped me, even just by causing a ruckus in the cafeteria or asking the secretary to go talk to their parents, though she actually needed too. The principal wasn't the nicest guy. The next year, as a sophomore, I made his desk shoot face paint all over him. There were also several other paint based traps set off on his way to leave and change. The good old times...
They're gaining on me, now. The whole group of seven thugs, each brandishing flimsy switch blades. They're just within two yards behind me, gaining distance quickly. I swiftly turn, a silver haze, much like heatwaves, enveloping my body. The steps stop, replaced with shocked chokes and whimpers. Within seconds, I'm not me. I'm in the shape of what Thor calls "Lady Wulf", not the best name, but it does its purpose. Him and his formalities. They make me blush. I raise my head, my eyes glowing in the darkness.
The men back away from my form, eyes wide with terror. I'm clad in a tattered, worn pitch black cloak, a bastard sword in hand, and a silver dagger with a curved blade in my other. Armour, much like Thor's, covers my torso, legs and arms, though they can't see any of it. I quickly end them, muting their cries, before turning back into myself. I scowl at the blood painting the street. Their bodies are strewn across the road, throats nearly cut all the way through. The news will be all other this this shit. Letting out a sigh, I shove my pale hands into my pockets and walk down the road, avoiding puddles of blood and potholes.
I'm what a lot of America calls a witch or a mutant. I'm not like Wanda, at all. She can only manipulate energy, and small amounts of chaos. It's an odd combination, yet she manages to control it. It's not my business, she's a good Avenger. But I'm able to change my physical form easily, and I can summon most things out of mid air, with only a flick of my fingers or my wrist. No, Wanda wishes she was me. Hell, if I wanted I could summon the Titanic from the bottom of the ocean, though I would most likely black out from how much it would take from me and stay asleep for at least a week, and then wake up and eat for three days in a row. I've done it before, summoning an old pirate ship from the ocean for a seven year old hell-bent on seeing it. Well worth it. Whistling, I continue to walk back home to the Avengers Tower.
Though they relocated, Tony and I decided to stay at the tower. Seeing the ever familiar "AVENGERS" smacked across the tower, I smile warmly toward towards it, quickening my steps, before I spot the red and gold suit flying out. Tony finally figured out JARVIS was hiding the fact that I left. As far as he knows, I spend the night drinking away the death of our parents in some cheap bar, my hair hidden in a baseball cap with my eyes down as I silently beg for the memories to leave. I stopped doing that three years ago, nearing four. Now that I'm out of it, I can barely stand drinking.
I cuss, quickly making my form into a homeless man. I hobble along, holding onto my tattered clothes. My brother flies right passed me. I continue hobbling along, until the mechanical whirs are out of earshot. I glance back, seeing the bright pindots leaving in the distance. I glance at the sky, knowing it's only around midnight or so, though it is fall so the sky darkens faster. The New York lights keep the dark sky bright, though. There's no way to be completely accurate.
Changing into myself, I start sprinting towards the tower. My lungs heave, my calves aching halfway there. I barely register the mechanical whirs gaining on me. I yelp when Tony's metal suit collides into me harshly, lifting me up into the air. Bruises are no doubt covering my back and my waist from the tight hold. I don't bother to thrash, I only yell at him and slap his face plate. If he drops me, I can transform before I hit the ground. I cross my arms when we land. I rip from his arms, racing down the steps and towards my hiding spot. The arms on his landing bay take the pieces off as he follows me, forced to walk so they can take each piece off right.
I know I'm going to be scolded for being out late, so I may as well hide for as long as I can. I'm halfway in the elevator when I hear Tony's warning to stop and 'come here', which wouldn't work anyway. He still probably thinks I was drinking, so I might as well try and act drunk. I ignore the calls, adding a slight stumble to my step. I slip through the silver doors. They close behind me, allowing me to see Tony's annoyed face before they clank closed quietly. AC/DC plays quietly from the speakers. I sigh tiredly. Glancing at my watch, I groan. It's not even one. I left at around eight.
Instead of waiting out the ride to the first floor, like a normal person, I climb out from the top when it hits floor twenty seven. Closing the hatch behind me tightly, I jump onto the side ladder. I nearly slip, but catch my grip in time. I climb up until I spot the hole I always crawl through. gripping both of my hands into it, I let myself slip into the body of a mouse. My two front legs claw into the concrete as I kick my way up. I scurry through the pipe, before making it to my hiding spot. It's about the size of a twin bed, and at least six feet high. I'm only five foot ten, so I have about two inches of space.
Settling down in the worn bed, I shut my eyes and curl under the blankets. I'm very appreciative of my power, seeing as I've been able to summon a twin bed to lay on, along with a shit ton of blankets. This is also where I was forced to hide during the battle of NYC. I was too weak, seeing as I had summoned the Pirate ship just the day before. Tony wouldn't let me out, and I was to weak to change without help. I had several meals already in there at it raged on. I had nearly panicked, not hearing Tony call for me for hours. It felt like years until I heard him. He had nearly cried. I had forced myself up, phasing into a mouse and falling onto the elevator. I had passed out after seeing him. I lied on his chest, to weak to change.
Sighing, I stretch out on the mattress, rolling onto my side. I fall asleep, barely aware of my surrounds. I shoot up when I hear the familiar sound of thunder and a loud thud up above, right where the God of thunder and lightening always lands. Glancing at my watch, I see it's been two hours. Well, almost always. He misses sometimes, and instead hits the building or the streets below. I scowl, wanting to see the giant Teddybear. In order to see Thor, I have to face Tony. He's no doubt even more upset that I skipped the scolding, and his make up hug. I groan loudly, but shape shift into a mouse and crawl through the pipe. I squeak, seeing the elevator rising towards me. That just makes my job easier.
Jumping onto the top, I change forms, yet again with the silver haze, so I'm myself and slide into the elevator compartment. I nod my head at the strawberry blond standing inside, Pepper Potts. She's the only one who knows about my hiding spot, but I know she'll never tell Tony. She's respectful to me, though Tony and her had a falling out. I smile, thinking fondly of the strawberry blond. She's a workaholic, but it keeps Tony in line. She doesn't care about me that much, figuring someone someday will set me from my "troublesome ways". I nearly smirk at the thought, but instead give her a warm smile she returns, though only slightly.
The doors slide open, the AC/DC going silent, and I decide to phase into a bright red fox before I exit the elevator. I trot out, tail in the air happily, only to yap when Thor races towards me, a childish grin on his face. His red cape flutters behind him. His blond hair and scruffy beard always makes him look like a fierce man, though his attitude only reminds me of a teddy bear, hence his nickname. "Lady Violet." He exclaims happily, lifting me up. He squeezes me in his arms. Yipping sharply with annoyance, I thrash before going limp. My large ears hit his face. My tail wags against my will, hitting his stomach, due to my joy.
I sniff, smelling another person. The smell of ice is...hard to describe, yet that's their main scent. My ears twitch, trying in vain to hear them. I glance around, but don't see anything. Usually I would tell someone, but a gut feeling tells me not too. I growl lowly. No one else seems to notice that I growled, so I decide to keep quiet and silence myself. I wiggle out of his arms, surrounding myself in the silver heat waves as I turn back into myself. I sigh, feeling ears shrink into my head and my tail do the same, red hair shrinking into my own again. My eyes change from golden brown back to stormy gray and sky blue.
"Thor, how have you been?" I greet, smiling warmly at the blond. I brush my violet hair from my face.