As I strolled down the moonlit Manhattan shreet, I shivered from the icy winter wind. It was January seventeenth-no, wait eighteenth as of three minutes ago. I turned into Central Park. It was deserted due to the late hours, but the city never sleeps and nor do I. Well, I suppose I do during the day, but at night? I run. I got dropped into this universe about three weeks ago, and have been on the run from SHIELD, HYDRA and the government. It hasn't exactly been an easy three weeks. It seemed like everyone and their brother was out to get me. I won't even start on how difficult it is trying to be somewhat of a normal 13 year old through all this crap.
I heard I twig snap. Someone was following me. I sprinted for the trees, in hopes of losing them under the cover of the dark plants. I emerged into a field and quickly found myself surrounded. Most likely dark clothed men belonging to one organization or another.
Business as usual.
I sighed and observed the people surrounding me. To my surprise, it wasn't twenty men with rifles pointed at me ( they did have guns though, all of which pointing at me), but only six people dressed in regular clothing. HYDRA wouldn't make a public scene, but probably would still send twenty agents in combat gear. The government would have done the same except they would've had spotlights all over the place.
'So' I thought
'SHIELD then?' Yep this totally fits the bill for them. Finally a tall blonde spoke up and said
"Put your hands up and don't move." All I could think at that moment was
"CRAP!"