There is no need to cry anymore, little one. I shall help you.
Sniffling, the little girl looked up from where her head had been buried in her arms, blue eyes still leaking hot tears on the ground.
"W-what?" she asked, in a voice that reeked of a child's naivety.
Your tears are useless now, little one. I'm here to take care of you.
The child looked around her small room in all directions, before realizing the figure's general standing place.
Now, tell me what's bothering you. Why do you cry?
"No one likes me," she said, lip trembling and nose dripping.
Why do they not like you?
"I-I don't know," she whispered, before a fresh sob escaped from her burning throat.
Shush, little one; you should not cry.
"But why?" she asked.
Because crying only hurts you. Crying achieves nothing.
The child shuddered as she repressed another sob, her blue eyes watering. Maybe this thing was right. Instead, she sniffed, telling herself that sniffing wasn't the same as crying.
Now, why are you really sad?
"...Everybody hates me."
Oh, I'm sure not everyone hates you…
"Yes, they do," she said, her strained voice accented by her unshed tears.
Does someone love you? Anyone at all?
"No."
That's very sad. So very, very sad...
The girl had a confused look on her face. "Who are you?"
I am the pain that you and countless others feel, child. I am...everything.
"What?"
She could hear the voice sighing. I am whoever you wish me to be, dear child.
"But...where are you?" the child said, looking around again. "I don't see you anywhere."
Do you believe I'm real?
"Well, yes. Of course, you're real. How else could I be talking to you?"
You should be able to see me, then.
The child squinted her eyes, lips twisting up in a scowl as sweat beaded on her face.
"Oh, there you are."
Do I appear as you thought I would?
"A little bit. I thought you'd be taller, like Daddy."
Am I not?
"Oh! Now you are!" the child said, happily.
Now you see, child? I am whoever you wish to be.
"Are you gonna leave me, too?"
What do you mean?
"Are you gonna leave me, too? Like Mama did, after Daddy went to sleep."
Of course not.
"Really?" Joy shone through her bright blue eyes.
Yes. I'll always be here for you.
"Promise?"
Promise.
"That's nice..."
It is. I've never had a friend as nice as you before.
"Me neither. I've never had a real friend."
I can be your best friend.
"Really?" she asked, trying valiantly not to let her hope rise.
Really.
"Yay!" she yelled, jumping up and down in a childish act of joy.
You certainly are a joyful one.
"Not really. But we're best friends now, so I can always be happy."
You really think so?
"Yes."
Well, since we're best friends, tell me more about you.
"Me?"
Of course.
"Well, OK. My name is Sunny."
Sunny is a nice name.
"I guess," she said.
Do you like it?
"Not really. I think something dealing with night would be a better name," she smiled slightly at this.
I like nighttime, too.
"Yeah, you can hide from everybody, and no one will know you're even there! They can't hurt you or anything!"
I'll make sure no one ever hurts you, Sunny. I'll always, ah, protect you.
"Really? Thanks!"
We are best friends, after all.
"Hey. What's your name?"
Whatever you wish it to be, Sunny.
This story has been right at the tip of my fingers ever since I watched the Avengers and will hopefully succeed or surpass expectations. And later chapters will DEFINITELY not be like this, just to let you guys know.
Also, no, I do not own the Avengers. :)
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