A/N:this is a rewritten version of my story, of the same name. Most things are the same and thanks to my awesome editor (sweet sunset rain), a whole lot of improvements. If you enjoy it, please consider a review. Reviews are appreciated as they help me write better stories. One more thing! The paragraph spacers, (XXXX) indicate the P.O.V switch. ( I know the summary sounds kinda wierd, but give it a try.) Enough rambling, go ahead and read.
The gentle music droned through the music of the snowy New-York streets. Anna could hear it as soon as she slipped out of her uncle's house without him noticing. She carefully shut the door, and walked down to the lobby of the luxurious apartment building. It was about 5 minutes away from Avengers tower by bus. She took the stairs instead of the elevator. Nobody used them, and it was better for her.
There were a few people in the lobby, 2 people playing cards on one of the cushioned seats in the spacious lobby, and the desk worker. She looked up only slightly. It wasn't normal to see the fifteen year old leave the building without permission. The lights shone brightly outside, and Anna had her location pinpointed. The most famous, used-to-be, Avengers tower. Ever since she had moved to New-York involuntarily, Anna always wanted to visit the tower. But now it was being sold.
The streets played a familiar song. They were oddly dead, except for some cars here and there. Red, white, and black. A teenager, around fifteen, passed her. He looked exceptionally worried, and carried a black luggage bag. Anna had her own backpack draped around her shoulder. It was light blue and nearly three years old. In in contained all that she needed just in case. The girl sighed, and the boy looked at her oddly.
She kept walking, as she heard a loud horn. She passed a few more restaurants and got a few more glances. She knew they were from the coat, gloves, and hat she was wearing. None. She didn't need them, and the cold air and falling snowflakes seemed to corporate with her. Sometimes it was if she could control the ice smithereens. After about 15 minutes more of walking, she reached the Avengers tower. The Avengers, an empty name, everybody split up, in spite of the rumors that there was a frozen body in Wakanda or whatever. She never belived what wasen't proven. At least a photo or a credible source.
She stood at the marvelling building, and then two voices simultaneously struck her from behind.
"Move. Move or we're gonna shoot." It was a gruff, rough, no-nonsense voice. A voice that could kill. The lights behind them, which were usually bright with lights, were dim and she could see the glow of 3 glowing round circles. They were guns, and and everyone had left.
They want to murder someone, so either they kidnapped all the people here, or they cut off the power. Let's just go with the first one, it'll make things more interesting. She smiled at her thought, even though her life was in danger. The chance they are the police? Zero point zero zero zero zero one to one hundred million. She smiled, knowing that her fingers could create a hurtful distraction, or get them killed. Nobody to witness it. It was a beyond perfect way to test her 'limb anomaly'.
"Shoot. In three, two on-" It was the gruff voice. Then the hurtful distraction. A large, solid wave of a metal like substance formed in front of her eyes. It worked.
I could make a living out of this.
Now she had to run. There were people chasing her. Is wasn't the people with the gruff voice, rather a person in a suit.
Great, exactly what I need. Some dude late for his business meeting trying to get a quick pic to show the police or facebook or whoever. Luckily, I can run through this alleyway here and… And oh shit i'm lost.
Anna returned to her uncle's apartment, only to be greeted by her uncle, the man the myth the legend, Mr. Coltons. The person who only adopted her out of her three siblings, that in her Fathers freaking will, were said to stay together. Now, he was supposed to be away for 'work matters,' but unless work matters were selling and shooting illegal guns and god knows what else-
oh wait that's what he does, fun fact of the day that tears your life apart #2, and now he's holding another one of those guns and what the hell are those things on the counter? Why do those look like drugs? And he's gonna shoot me isn't he. This isn't gonna turn out well, is it?
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Tony decided to visit the Tower one last time. Reimbark in the bittersweet memories. Oh, how the times have changed. He remembered when flying wasn't something he did on a daily basis, and to resolve arguments regarding a piece of paper. When you didn't think that creating an evil android with a mind of its own from a jewel you found in a scepter was possible. When you could fly on top of a donut shop and eat donuts without being bombarded by paparazzi. When you didn't have to keep a tracker in hi-tech footie pyjamas that belonged to a web shooting fifteen year old, so he didn't kill himself. When you weren't a superhero.
It wasn't that he didn't appreciate everything, just that ever since airport battle, everything seemed off. He had more important things to worry about, anyways. He went at night, just because. And suddenly the lights went off. He looked around, shocked and he could see the glimpse of the back of what seemed to be a girl, tall a looking calm, in spite of the 3 glowing circles that were the barrels of three guns.
She raised her arms, almost if she was surrendering, but then a wall, more like a solid wave of a metal substance formed for protection against the people. She then started running, and he tried to catch up. This girl was either fending for the bad guys or she had tried to save, possibly his life. Based on the way she had done whatever that was so easily, he guessed that she was a young, trained villain like Natasha and Clint once were.
But, he could always be wrong.
He chased after her, good or bad, but she went through a few dark alleyways, and he could swear it was more snowy than it should have been.
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The first thing that Anna noticed when she regained consciousness was that she was in pain. Intense pain. Then she noticed the intense headache she had, then the pain in her arms and legs. Her arms are bleeding, from cuts and bruises and even un-bandaged places where she had been given shots. The next thing she noticed was that she was in shackles, gray and rusted. They were clamped to her young wrists so hard that it felt odd to bend her fingers. Same for her feet. Dizziness and pain kept her from trying to stand up until the cell opened. A large man who yelled something in a different language came up to her and gave her some water. The water was about a quarter of a plastic cup filled. She lifted it up to see only on the side it said "drugged water." Or, at least that was she thought it was, as everything kept moving because of the dizziness. She decided to test out her voice. Her tounge and throat felt dry.
"Hello?" She said, or at least tried to say. Her voice was almost inaudible. She was thirsty and decided to drink whatever it was, but if she was already on drugs, she couldn't take anymore. She would die. It even felt she was on the verge of life and death, like you have a whole line of life dominoes and all of them fall, except for a few. She didn't drink it. She couldn't anyways, the pain in her arm kept her from doing the simplest things.
For awhile she just sat there. Unable to speak, walk or even think straight, it was all she could do. After a while, (maybe hours, she didn't know,) Her vision began to clear up. She could now see what was in front of her. She lifted up the cup placed on the thin metal bench she was sitting on, and she could see that large letters more clearly. It in fact, said 'drugged water'. In front of her there was another cell. It was empty, and was just like her own. The shackles were begging to cut off her blood flow. Her hands grew light blue.
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More time passed and then a guard walked past her. She looked up at him with her bright, tired eyes. Her head hurt too much to sleep. Suddenly the cell door opened. She loud noise of the metal door opening almost made her scream in shock. A large man, a guard probably, made eye contact with her. He stared at her for about 10 long seconds until he walked away, forgetting to close the cell.
She tried her luck with walking. She got up to feel a jolt of more pain in her legs, but she took a step. More pain. Another step, more pain. If they wanted her to be just like a statue, unable to move or speak, they were doing it very well. About a short minute later, two people came back, one being her uncle, in a blood-stained lab coat.
I don't want to know why it's blood stained.
He said something to the man in another language she couldn't understand, then the other man looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. Her uncle repeated, and the man sighed and walked away.
"Anna, why don't you have a some water look awfully thirsty." He said, sweetly, except his expression was like eating a cyanide pill covered in chocolate, it tasted good, but you know there it's really to poison you. She wanted to say a lot of things, ask a lot of questions, but she was left to infer, to fill in the pieces of the puzzle herself, which was hard when you could barely lift my arm up or you couldn't feel your fingers.
"Its drugged water, I can read! How stupid do you think I am?" Is what she said, but it came out sounding like 'Drug water, read! Stupid I am!' Great, now her voice was was back, but she could only speak half-sentences.
"Anna, if you don't have any, you're gonna feel a lot of pain. Why do you think you're all beaten up now? It's gonna help you." The cold never really bothered her, but chills ran own her body.
"If I do, die hold it up!" She meant to say: 'If I do, I'm gonna die! I can't even hold it up!'
"Fine, Anna. I just tried to help." He smirked another cyanide smile. Her evil uncle, was evil he always was, and she not as a hyperbole or as a metaphor, he was actually evil.
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"What do you mean a girl with a wave of metal saved your life?" Asked Pepper, looking down at the table in the Avengers compound, messy with calculations. It was 7 am the next day, and Tony looked down at his cup of coffee.
"I mean, that there was this kid, okay, and she was just standin' there, then all of a sudden, whooshh a metally wave was there, and or else, I would be dead by now."
"So what do you suppose we do do about this? We can't just track her down. Nobody's ever heard of anything like this. Anyways, it's probably some sort of violation to S.H.I.E.L.D."
"We're not even with shield, anymore. And anyways, how hard can it be?"
It turned out to be very hard. There was nothing about the ability to create metal waves. Nowhere, not even on the sketchiest extraterrestrial and doctoring sites in the country. His cell phone rang. It was Natasha, and Tony had forgotten that he had told her about the girl. He picked up the phone.
"What the hell is it?" He asked, frustrated.
"And hi to you too," The assassin respond. Tony knew she would say that. "Anyways, I got some info you might like."
"Hit me. I don't even know why i'm doing this! It's just that, since-"
"Steve wrote you a letter, didn't he?" Tony had told her about the letter. It was a sliver of hope."The Avengers will be there when the world needs them, and you know that. There are so many of us. If the world gets attacked by aliens, then we're gonna be there."
"Okay, okay, enough of this. Let's got to the point already!" He said, not wanting to talk about aliens. Or anything sentimental for that matter.
"I'll give you the facts straight. Anna Coltons, fifteen, brought in by HYDRA last night, since Maybe 1 am in this time. That matches up pretty well, since whatever happened happened at about nine last night. Arm anomaly to create solid metal from her fingertips. They plan to replicate their finding with other human beings. I'm guessing to make a human army or something."
"Thanks, Natasha. How do you find these things out?"
"I just do." She said, hanging up her phone.
Tony was going to rescue that girl. He didn't know how, or even why he was doing this, but he was going to. He needed help, however. He needed a real team.
