AN: I know this first chapter is quite short, but they get longer trust me. Also, my update day is Monday. Its my day off and I'm shooting for consistency when it comes to updating, so here goes. I hope that you, oh reader, find this enjoyable, and if you feel inclined...hint, hint...you can leave me a review. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Avengers, they're Marvels, dang it. I do claim however my meager plot and any original characters that pop up.
1
I'd come to the conclusion that my life would look much better graphed out on a chart. Perhaps, I could then find a grudging appreciation for it. Everyone else seemed to, and they couldn't keep themselves from the incessant need to reiterate such mundane happenings. If only they knew the truth. I blinked a couple of times, pushing back such musings, and focused on the newest fantastical accident to befall me.
I was waiting for the bus; enjoying the first sunny day after a week of rain (this was apparently too much to ask for). A tuft of green caught my eye and I happily relished in the discovery of multiple twenty-dollar bills. They were conveniently snagged between the bus-stop's shelter and the sidewalk. As I was the only one in the vicinity, I quickly bent down to retrieve said money. It was in this moment that calamity struck. Some brand of a reckless driver ran a red light and t-boned into the crossing traffic. It was a deafening crash followed by scores of squealing tires and blaring horns. The two vehicles heading straight for me.
I was supposed to be smashed into oblivion, but my luck would have nothing of the sort. The moment my fingers touched my new-found treasure, something had flown over my head barreling, instead, through the bus stop. I later learned that it had been the front-passenger tire from the hit car. I looked up to see two vehicles screeching towards me at an alarming rate. Another car, unable to stop in time, rammed into the duo breaking them apart. I watched, horror-struck, as each narrowly missed making me road kill.
I walked away from the horrendous accident. In all probability, I should be dead. Amazingly enough, though, I only sustained minor injuries from random debris. The media hailed me the "walking miracle" and I suffered through countless admissions about my luck. My face was plastered all over the evening news. Experts argued over the impossibility and everyone wanted an interview. I was not about to oblige them. The "walking miracle" had miraculously disappeared.
I spent a few days with some of the local homeless; taking the opportunity to trade my clothes for some less than desirable ones, and paying a random kid to pick up some hair dye for me. In my opinion, my welcome in this city was worn and I needed to move on before I was found. There were some old acquaintances that I was…avoiding, and the present limelight had certainly popped me up on the radar.
In the end, however, all of my precautions had been for naught. I should have decked that reporter.