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Sometimes, you wait for just the right person to come along and catch your heart. You look at the people around you and you wonder, "Has that special someone just passed me by?" When you're not feeling right, you whisper, "I'm not ready for this person. What if I'm not liked? What happens then?" But, when you're feeling confident, you look the world in the eye and shout, "Alright! Bring it! I'm ready to meet this person. I'm ready to know."
That's where I was when I had the accident. I was ready to meet that special someone who would love me for who I am. I was ready to be swept off my feet by the love of my life. But there was a problem.
I think I should introduce myself before I toss all my life problems on you. My name is Ava Thompson. When my story starts, I was fourteen years old. I know I was a little young to be worrying about the person I'm going to live with, but I was young and stupid. I didn't know what I was doing. I was only a sophomore in high school when my life changed; for the worse.
I didn't realize that sometimes, two people love you, and you don't care. I was so wrapped up in the events around me that I forgot about love. Then, two people fell in love with me as I grew older, and I refused to acknowledge it. I brushed off offers of help; I ignored the signs that they loved me. And I still don't care. I still don't understand how I don't care. But my life was so radically changed that I didn't have time to worry about it. But, I wish I had paid more attention. The attention of those two people was dangerous to me. I was physically, emotionally, and psychologically hurt. How did my life change? Well, I'll tell you.
So, again, my name is Ava. I am a pure-breed tomboy. No dresses, no pink, no skirts, no make-up. But, in the back of my mind, there was always one question: who will I live with for the rest of my life? It was the opposite of my personality. I was energetic, positive, social, and my best friends were guys. And the entire time, I thought nothing about the fact that I might be attracted to any of them. I'm not going to go into my school life; I'm just going to start at the beginning. Ish.
I was lying on my back with my leather-bound notebook in hand, chewing my pencil. That day was a gorgeous, care-free Saturday. I had spent the morning puzzling out what to do, when I remembered a little grove in the woods near my house. It was a small little circle of soft grass in the middle of a thicket of blackberry bushes. The baby-blue sky was only visible because the thick leafy tree branches did not cover where the bushes grew.
I scribbled down a few sentences, then stared at the sky. I saw a jet fly over head. There was an almost undetectable flash of blue light. I couldn't see the falling object because it was the exact same blue as the sky. I didn't see it until it was too late, and it landed on me. I tried to push it off, but it flashed blindingly and vanished. I thought it was alright, but my vision was tinted light blue. I shook my head, and my vision righted. I frowned and turned to pick up my notebook, which I had dropped. It lay on the grass, the soft, dark brown leather glistening slightly in the sun. I fished around for my pencil and found it in a blackberry bush.
I lay back down in the sun, pushed the strange incident out of my head. Maybe I just imagined it. As much as I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about that strange glowing cube. I shrugged it off and stood up. I walked through a small gap in the thorny bushes and over to a large oak tree. I reached into a hollow and exchanged my notebook and pencil for a thin blanket. Returning to my little hideout, I curled up in the shade of a bush and sucked on the sour fruit. Eventually, I pulled the blanket over my shoulders and fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I awoke, I heard a voice.
"... fell around here somewhere. There aren't any signs of life, so no one could've picked it up." said a man.
Keep looking. We can't afford to lose it. A walkie talkie buzzed into existence with another masculine tone.
"Affirmative."
Footsteps brought an unknown person toward my safe haven. I curled tighter into my blanket as I considered my options. A strand of my dark brown hair fell in my face, and I pushed it back, concentrating. One: I could wait until the strange man left. Two: I could burrow through this blackberry bush and run, but the thorns are pretty sharp. Three: I could simply approach him and ask if he need help. The next sentence he muttered, I opted for number one.
"If anyone has taken it, they will regret being born."
Psycho!
I pressed my back gently into the bush without a rustle. The wonderful thing about this particular bush is the shape. A few years ago, I used wooden boards and such to make the branches grow so I could slide underneath them into a tiny hollow. Most of my body was concealed by greenery and purple fruit. I thought I was safe. I thought. Thought.
Blue eyes suddenly pierced my emerald green ones. I gasped, but before I could even scream, he seized my shoulder and dragged me out. I bit his out and started to run, but something cold stuck into my neck, and I collapsed.
I woke chained to some kind of handrail by my hands. I was sitting on the ground of what felt like an airplane, and was lying on my back, my hand above me. The skin underneath the sharp metal was raw. There was no gag, which I was extremely thankful for. I peeled my eyes open and saw two men staring at me.
I recognized the one from before by his mouse-brown hair. He features were sharp and cold. He was very muscular, but not in a cool way. It was intimidating. The other man had gray hair and smile lines on his white face. It would have been a comforting sight if not for the hard expression.
"So, the Tesseract is inside her? That's impossible!" The unknown man exclaimed.
"I saw it! She was glowing blue, and streaks of blonde were waving hair!" the brown-haired man cried defensively.
I was glowing blue? My hair was waving with blonde streaks? What was happening to me? "Ok, apparently, I'm still passed out to you guys, but wakeup call! I can hear everything you're saying. So, you wanna tell me what's going on?" I snap.
"We believe that when the Tesseract hit you, it seeped in through the pores in your skin and entered your veins. We don't know how we're going to get it out, but if we can't we're going to have to open it while it's inside you. We need to wait just a little bit because all the liquid Tesseract is going to your heart, and we believe it's forming a shell around your heart. Once it solidifies around it, then we believe we can activate it," the mysterious man rattled off. I had no idea what he was talking about. Tesseract? Solidifies? Activate?
"I have two more questions. Who are you, and how do you plan to activate this "Tesseract"?" I was not exactly looking forward to the answer to the last question.
"My name is Doctor Erik Selvig, and this is Clint Barton, or better known as Hawkeye. And as for how we are going to activate the Tesseract, it responds to violent blasts of electricity or bursts of radiation." Selvig checked a piece of equipment. "And it looks like the Tesseract has solidified. We can get to work."
"Wait, you don't mean-" I was instantly sick to my stomach.
Selvig picked up a rod of metal and electricity leapt off the point. Fear smothered me, and at the first zap, I screamed in pain. It was alternated with radiation and electricity, and by the end, I thought I was going to die. I could barely scream.
"Put it as high as it will go," Selvig instructed.
Clint raised a bar as high as it would go along with another one. The electricity and the radiation poles touched my skin at the same time. I waited for them to flicker with the horrid light. I waited for unbearable pain.
It came.
A horrible, drawn out scream shot from my mouth. I couldn't believe this. Earlier today, I was writing in my notebook, thinking about what it would be like to have a supernatural life. I had no idea what I was wishing for.
"Stop." Clint's voice was hard. "We're only ten minutes away from the helicarrier. She needs her strength."
Tears streaked down my face as I waited for the pain to subside. It didn't. I moaned softly, and the tears dripped from my chin. I caught a reflexion of myself in a panel. I was softly glowing light blue and my chocolate brown hair was dancing with stripes of blonde. My eyes widened in shock, and I noticed that they were changing colors rapidly. Blue. Green. Gray. Brown. Pink. Purple. Red. Yellow. Orange. Black. White. It was scaring me, how quickly I was changing. I glanced at the two men, but their backs were to me.
The energy drained from my body, and I passed out.
I was woken again, not ten minutes later. Clint pulled me to the edge of the plane. He jumped down onto the roof of a helicarrier. Selvig lifted my small frame up and threw me down. I was still in a daze from pain, so I didn't even scream. I knew Hawkeye was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and he wouldn't miss me. He had blasted a hole in the side of the ship right over the engine, and he leapt down into the helicarrier. He shoved me on my feet and we ran down the hall, Clint tugged on the chains linked my handcuffs. We ran past several guards, who shot at us. I was terrified. Time slowed down, and I saw bullets racing toward us. I lifted my bound hands and two discs of glowing blue light attached themselves to my hands. The bullets rebounded off them and I stared at my hands for a moment.
Our pause was brief, and we were already running down the corridor. I caught a reflection of myself in the glass and I looked like I did before: glowing body, changing eyes, waving hair. This was beginning to scare me, and I ran faster to avoid being dragged along the floor.
When we reached the control room, Clint shot an arrow into a computer, and another engine shut off. I broke away from him while he was distracted, and he raced after me. From hanging with boys, I've learned to run pretty fast. I thought I was quick. Next to Hawkeye, I was pathetic. He tackled me to the ground, and I grunted. The barrel of a gun was forced to my head. Just when I thought he was going to pull the trigger, a red-haired lady kicked him away from me.
"Run!" she ordered.
I did. I ran for my life down the hall. The wall next to me blew out, and I saw a man holding a scepter in hand rise from the ground. He had ink-black hair, pale skin, and Tesseract blue eyes, which were sharply contrasted by the gold and green war garments he was wearing. My eyes widened in confusion.
One of Clint's men rounded the corner, then held a gun to me while saluting to the man. "Master Loki, may I present the Tesseract?!" His voice shook, as if he was scared of "Loki"'s reaction when he found the Tesseract was inside me.
"This is not the Tesseract. This is a human girl." His voice was slick, like oiled glass.
"Dr. Selvig said that this girl absorbed the Tesseract, and it reformed around her heart like a shield. He can't get it out, but he is attempting to formulate a way to activate the portal while it is inside her." the gunman rattled off.
"I see." Loki circled as if he was inspecting and evaluating me.
"Um... Look, I don't know who you are, so I think I'm gonna skedadle." I bolted.
The back of my shirt was seized, and I fell backwards, my head bouncing off the metal floor. My vision blurred for a moment.
"Let me go!" I howled.
Loki's eyes hardened, and the next thing I knew, he was dragged me down the corridor by the chain linking my hands, his deluded minion trailing behind. Loki's grip was crazy strong, and I knew as long as he was holding me, I wasn't going anywhere.
We burst onto the roof of... what was this thing? I was still being yanked alongside the powerful man toward a jet. There was no way I was going with him. I pulled harder and screamed for help. A few seconds later, a man in a suit of metal propelled himself toward Loki and knocked him away from me. Iron Man? Cool. I scrambled away from the flurry of action when I felt a pain in my side. Oh, no, he didn't! I glared at the gunman, who backed away. The bullet had grazed my hip, but blood was still gushing from it. I had been electrocuted, blasted with radiation, and now I'd almost been shot. This was the last straw. I focused on the terrified man and I fell energy surge within me. A slate of energy materialized next to him and swept him off the airplane. My knees buckled, but I pulled myself up and ran desperately across the roof of the airplane and through the door. In case Iron Man lost, I needed to get away from Loki as fast as I could. I raced through the maze of corridors until I found a closet where I could hide. I did, and I passed out as soon as pushed my small build underneath a rack.