Silver
Chapter One
"They want us to start recruiting new members for the Avengers Intuitive. We all get our own special kids to look after. Yes, I called them kids, they want to start getting younger people on the project, they're all teenagers all most of them are...troubled." Captain Steve Rodgers said, standing at the front of the room.
He stood in front of the Avengers, a team of super-human people put together to defend the earth. They had already defeated Loki and his army in New York and were now training and looking for more people to add to their team. Captain started handing out files on the people they were suppose to find and what they were suppose to do. The ultimate goal was to try and get them to join Avengers.
"Black Widow... Hawk eye... Thor... and Stark, you and Banner will be working together on this one. Yours is will be a bit more difficult to handle." He said handing them their file.
Stark flipped it open.
"Oh my god," whispered Banner.
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I was training, again. "C'mon put some back into it S" my instructor screamed at me. I grabbed my opponent around the neck, flipping him over and then faking a twist that would break a neck.
I gave him a hand up and then headed towards the benches, unwrapping the cloth strips around my hands.
I was at my usual training facility. It was an old warehouse that had been converted into a gym a while back. We were all special in some way, and outcasts. We were actually a pretty close knit bunch. For most of us we never have a place we can truly relax, even in our homes we know there's always a possibility for an attack, this is the only place we trusted. No one could touch us here.
We all wanted, needed a place to train where we could be safe, a place where we really belonged. We all were pretty messed up. No one normal gets into this business. Most wouldn't trust the people here, we were all being hunted by someone or other, most wouldn't take the chance in case someone was captured and let something slip.
We knew better than that, we would never let something slip in an interrogation. B, the trainer that runs this place, checks over everyone before they're accepted to the gym. She only took the best of the best and in the few and far between exceptions, she trained them to be that.
I shoved the wraps into my gym bag and went downstairs. Now leaving here is a bit difficult. Basically, we would change downstairs(they check almost hourly for bugs, cameras, everything this place was completely secure)and then there would be a private hallway to the subway tunnels. It each had a different exit, and from there you could disappear.
I took a long route, wandering from street to street, randomly ducking into shops and going through subways and changing until eventually I was in Times Square wearing jeans my combat boots, a tank top, and a jacket with the sleeves ripped off. I had traded out my gym bag for a black briefcase and had washed that hideous dye out of my hair to reveal the bright red streaks and wore it down.
Now, I know it's lengthy but none of us want to be tracked and if we have to go through all that then oh, well. Not to mention I love how I look. I look awesome.
I walked slowly, just enjoying life, it's not often you get to ya know, and I noticed a guy in a suit walking on the other side of the street, just a little bit behind me. Now, I know guys in suits in NYC isn't that uncommon but something about this guy just felt off.
I turned right and walked a bit quicker, he stalled for a bit but followed soon. I turned down a different street, sure enough he followed. I walked faster and faster and went down street after street until I got to Central Park. The guy was saying something into his earpiece. It was about 11 o' clock by now, it was dark and there was no one in sight. Except of course for Mr. Serious over there.
I slowed my walk down and strolled among the trees, bringing us farther and farther into the abandoned park. I noticed something strange about this man, well stranger. It was the middle of the night and the only light was from the street lamps and he was still wearing sunglasses. That's never been a good sign in my experience.
I decided to do a fake. I 'fell' crying out and bending my leg at a funny angle. I pushed myself up and hobbled over to the nearest bench. The guy trailing me started to hurry to where I was sitting. I slipped a couple of blood capsules through a tear in my jeans and popped them.
He got to where I was and I let out a few fake whimpers. I pulled off my boot and pushed up my pants leg. He let out a little gasp at all the blood.
"Excuse me miss, do you need some help?" he said. I nodded, tears in my eyes and he knealed to look at my leg. It clasped my hands together and hit him on the back, hard. He went down and I took the moment to pull on my boot.
He spun and tried to deliver a spinning roundhouse kick. I ducked and grabbed his leg, then I jumped and kicked him with both feet in the chest, flipping back up from the ground. I tried to punch him and he caught my fist then swung. The last thing I remember is a sting in my neck before I blacked out.
Author's Note: Okay, I know this is short so please review, let me see what you think. Please, please, please give me constructive criticism cause this is my first fanfic so, yeah. I need help. Anyways, have a nice life, doves, see ya at the end of the next chapter.