Chapter One
"Please don't hurt me..."
"You know I would never."
"Promise?"
"I promise, my little Eris."
"My little Eris..."
"Eris!"
It was a miserably rainy day. Everything in sight was covered in a blanket of dark, thick fog. The sun was apparently going down, as it was getting darker. You'd assume everyone would be inside, enjoying some hot cocoa or coffee. But at the Avengers' tower, everyone was still awake. For you see, approximately thirty minutes ago, the power had gone out on all of the lower floors. Everything was black. You couldn't see a thing. And that was only the beginning of an adventure that has never been told before...
"Hey, Cap!" Natasha Romanoff, the red haired assassin called after her blonde compatriot. "Tony says there's a security breach on the third floor." She and Steve had volunteered to check everything out and make sure all was clear.
"What floor are we on now?" Steve asked. He was already in his pajamas; sweats and a white tee, and was holding a pistol.
"Four. We're closest. Come on." Natasha walked towards the stairs and slowly opened the door to the staircase. "Tony's on the way." She and Steve started down the stairs cautiously and carefully. As they slowly opened the door to the third floor, they heard a crash, as if they'd startled a frightened raccoon. Or human. They darted out and took cover, guns loaded.
"Did you see what it was?" Steve asked Natasha.
"No. But let's not let our guard down."
As the two gradually left their hiding places, they found the source of the crash. A filing cabinet had been thrown through a window. Glass was everywhere. Glass, and a small heap of purple velvet.
With a hand motion or two, Natasha and Steve slowly made their way to the heap of velvet. As they drew closer, it stirred. The two avengers drew their weapons. But Steve lowered his for a moment and approached.
"Steve!" Natasha hissed. "What are you doing."
Steve gave no answer, but slowly pushed over the bundle of fabric to reveal a small, seemingly malnourished, and maybe slightly alive child. A girl, to be exact. Her skin was unhealthily pale and her hair was black.
"Shit." Natasha put her weapon away and commed Tony. "Hey Stark, there's a problem..."
Darkness
It was too dark. It was terrifying
Cold
It was a little wet, too. Like she was flying through a cloud.
CRASH
And then fear...
She couldn't wake up.
She couldn't move.
She didn't even know if she was breathing.
Was she dead? No.
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
Voices, dull and throbbing, came to her mind. So much noise. But one word stood out.
Eris.
The girl shot up, gasping for air, screaming. She was in the hospital. For how long? She didn't know. A tall man with yellow hair and a shorter guy with dark skin rushed up. Were they her parents? She thought for a moment. No. They didn't seem right. Nothing seemed right. It was like something has changed. But she couldn't remember what. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears, she heard the two men talking to her, but she couldn't understand. She clutched her head. Another woman with dark skin pushed the men aside and touched her shoulder. She looked at the woman with big, hazel eyes. Fearful eyes. Eyes much older than they should be. After a moment, the pounding subsided. She could slowly began to understand.
"Are you okay?" The woman asked.
She nodded.
The man with yellow hair decided to approach again. "Who are you? What's your name?" He asked slowly.
She shook her head, her black hair waving around as she did. She didn't remember. Everything was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. But then, like a candle in a cave, there was one thing. One word. A name? No. It was her name, and yet it wasn't. She looked up at the yellow haired man and the dark skinned woman.
"I'm called Eris."
DAYUM
that took ages.
Feel free to comment advice.
Also, I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTER SORRY.
Except Eris.
- Acantha