From ever since I remember I've always been different. That's all I ever tell people. It's probably all I ever will tell people.
"Welcome, Esme, to the Avengers tower." Black Widow announced. "Also known as Stark Tower." Iron Man chips in. "Oh whatever." Black Widow responds. "Guys, we have a bogey on the tenth floor." Hawkeye screams over the intercoms. We all rush up to the tenth floor. I see a figure dressed in a black metal suit. He fired towards up and Captain America dismisses the bullet with his shield. Black Widow runs off in the opposite directions, presumably to take the figure out from behind. Iron Man fires towards to the figure. But, it's too late. A bullet fires straight towards the middle of my chest. I can't breath...
I wake up panting and sweating. My brown hair is soaked through in sweat. I panic and thrash around in my bed. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. I keep telling myself the same one line until I can feel my heart rate slow down. I've only ever had this dream once before. But, this is the only dream that has felt truly real. I trick myself into believing that a group of people like the Avengers would see me as important enough to invest their time into me. Its a stupid idea. I need to stop thinking about it. I get up off my bed and walk into the bathroom of the youth hostile I'm staying in. I see the mold that takes over most of the ceiling. Only ever gets worse, never better. I turn the tap on and splash cold water in my face. I look at the clock that is pasted onto my bedroom wall. Just gone 7am. I get dressed, putting my usual dark navy t-shirt on with black jeans and a black jacket. I hear the sound of my stomach churning. Nothing to churn. I decide to take what little money I have and I walk out into the fresh brisk air. I stumble along the street, avoiding as many people as I can, I find the corner shop in which I buy any food I can afford. I pick up a sandwich without looking at the flavor and I walk up to the counter. "Hello Esme, your usual sandwich then?" Says the shop keeper. "Indeed, what else would I get?" I answer. Just as I am handing over my copper change I hear that sound of hundreds of screaming people. Then smashing glass. And guns firing. I drop what I have and run outside. I see people running frantically all over the place. That's when I see him. Them. The black figure from my dream. There must be at least two dozen of them." They look exactly how they appear in my dreams. I scream at people to run, not knowing why I am walking towards them rather than away. I suddenly see the black figures dropping one by one. Captain America. Iron Man. Black Widow. Hawkeye. Falcon. I'm seeing things I think to myself. The Avengers aren't really here right now are they? They can't be? I think of running but don't my eyes are fixed. I watch the Avengers take down the creatures. I hear a grunting from behind me and I turn to see the black figure pointing it's gun towards me. "This is not going to end like my dreams." I say to myself and I hold my hands out in front of me. Before I know it the figure is knocked towards the ground and is glowing blue from my touch. It's like electricity, that's how I think of it. I hear grunting again but not the same as what I just heard from the black figure. I turn to see the Avengers, each overcome by their own figure. I turn to find Captain America, he's always been my favorite. I suddenly realize that it is him that I can hear grunting and he is completely over powered by creatures. I run towards the figures and get there in no time. I thrash and punch before using the electric blue on the figures. I look around seeing who is my next victim. Captain America pushes himself off the wall that he had been pinned upon. "T-T-Thankyou." He says between breaths. "Who-Who are you?" I looks at him wondering if I was dreaming, I pinch myself. This can't be real. "Esme Williams, no-one special. I should go. Let you get-get on." I rush off in the other direction. "Wait-Wait. Esme!" I hear Captain America call from behind me. I stop and turn. "Your hands." He says pointing to them. I hold them up and look at them. They are glowing with their blue electricity. "Yeah?" I say, confused and concerned that he noticed. "I think you should come with me." He says. "Where?" I say getting more confused by the second. "To the tower." He says.
