Author's Note:
*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in the Avengers, all characters except OCs are the property of Marvel Studios and Disney.*
Rated T for cursing, violence, and possible gore.
Story will differ from Cannon, but the overall plotline is the same as The Avengers with the exception of subplots.
Thank you for reading! I appreciate your time, enjoy the story :)
For a moment, the only thing the little girl's mind could process was the screech of tires.
And then, there was nothing but silence, pain, and a ringing pitch in her ears.
A force gripped at the girl's chest, squeezing it, suffocating her as her blue eyes frantically scanned around her, taking everything in. Her brother, in his car seat, had his mouth open, the small veins on his youthful neck stretched and strained. Was he screaming? All she could hear was ringing. There was a pain in her head, but it barely registered as her blurred gaze shifted to look at her mother in the front seat. The woman, with features of incredible similarity to those of her daughter, was slamming her palms against the window, banging her elbows against it, throwing herself at it. But why? The girl couldn't remember until she saw what was outside the window.
Liquid swallowed the car, engulfing it hungrily. The little girl stared, wide-eyed, at the emptiness of the waters outside the car's windows. Gapping blackness, sweeping towards her to rip her away as it began to leak through the doors and into the car, wetting the girl's shoes and soaking her toes. As if a switch went off, she could hear again. Screams entangled with each other, bouncing around inside the cage of a car. A rawness scratched at her throat, air escaping her chest in a high-pitched wail. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. The water—icy, cold, and unforgiving—swelled up to her knees. Something wet trickled down her cheek, something wild raged within her veins. Her hands shook, her chest hurt, her head throbbed, sticky liquid trailing down her hair from a small gash in her forehead.
The water kept clawing at her.
Something cracked.
The world erupted.
From the girl's mother's window, water burst into the car. Screams silenced. Chaos ceased. The only thing the girl recognized as she took her last breath was the cool, unforgiving engulfment of water. It slammed into her, forcing her back against her seat. Her eyes opened wide, flickering around the car. Her mother, still and unmoving in the front seat, hair floating around her like a crown. Her brother, writhing in his seat, eyes bulging.
Her, pulling against her seatbelt.
The water brushed against her, like a hand against her throat or a finger dragging along her cheek. The girl's chest wrenched, begging for release. Her muscles began to ache. Her vision was blurring again. She couldn't avoid breathing for much longer.
That was when she noticed the man.
He pulled himself through the front window, grasping at the girl. The only person in the car still moving. Unsnapping her seatbelt, he gathered her in his arms, and pushed himself back. With powerful legs, he kicked quickly, leading her towards the surface. The darkness of the water seemed to seep into her eyes as the surface neared. Her chest heaved. Her vision failed entirely.
The sound of water beating against her ears subsided with a splash and a gasp, and air filled her lungs.