Author's Note:

So, I went to see Ant-man last night (don't worry I won't spoil anything) and it was freaking amazing! I expected it to be stupid, but I had a blast. There's a certain scene with a flying avenger that just made that movie epic (and hilarious). I was inspired by that movie to finally write this story. I have no idea how long it's going to be or if there will be sequel. I'm kind of just writing and not planning that far ahead. If you've read any of my other stories, you'll notice that I have a habit of starting them, and then not finishing more than three chapters. But, this story running through my head is so good that I don't see myself walking away from it.

So, let's hope inspiration keeps on smacking me in the face. XD

Full Summary: I lived a normal life once. I had a home, a mom, four dogs. I was happy. But, deep down, I knew something was missing. I just never thought I'd find it here. I also never thought I'd be running from evil organizations, searching for missing heroes, and keeping secrets in order to keep the people around me alive. Whomever sent me here should be killed with a teacup.

Disclaimer: I do not and have never owned Marvel or any of it's characters. The fact that I'm writing a story on this site kind of proves that. The only thing I own is my OC and the plot.

Prologue

When I was growing up, there were only a few things I was afraid of. They were pretty common fears; heights, spiders, needles. Those types of fears. It wasn't until now that I realized those fears are nothing compared to what is really out there.

Aliens, monsters, super villains, secret evil government organizations, you name it.

I had always believed that they weren't real.

They couldn't be real. The only people that believed in them were crazy people, conspiracy theorists, and comic book fans. All of those things should have been fake. Just made up stories and theories. And they were...until I woke up.

Chapter 1

Falling asleep has always been a problem for me. I've never been able to just rest my head on a pillow and fall asleep in seconds. I can't even take a nap (I blame my mother for that one). As everyone else falls asleep some time before midnight, I'm wide awake. And let me tell you, waking up at o' dark thirty in the morning, going to school at 7am, and running into those perky morning people does nothing except piss me off. I was so glad when I got to go to MIT early. At least there, the morning people were intelligent enough to leave me alone until noon.

Graduating from MIT at fifteen was supposed to be exciting. I had planned to sell some of the prototypes I had created while at MIT and maybe work in a research lab up in New York, but something happened. No, I did not receive some magical powers, super strength, or the ability to fly. I'm not that interesting.

My mother disappeared.

I never even realized she was gone until my graduation. I got a phone call the day before from her saying how proud she was of me and that she would fly up in the morning. That was the last time I ever heard her voice. My graduation started and I couldn't see her in the crowd. I gave my valedictorian speech and I still couldn't spot her. By the time everyone had received their diplomas, I was freaking out. She had promised to be there. I didn't know where the hell she was, but she was going to get one hell of an angry phone call.

i can't even tell you how many times I tried to call her and only got her voicemail. Luckily, I had enough money to fly back home to Florida and see if she was home. Besides my mother missing, there was only one other problem.

My home wasn't my home.

When I pulled up in front of my house, there was a car parked in the driveway that I didn't recognize. Not to mention the kids toys on the front lawn with two small kids running around. From what I could see from my rental car, the entire inside of my house was different. Gone were the yellow kitchen walls and pictures of me and my mom. They were replaced with light blue walls and pictures of the kids playing in the yard. I just couldn't figure out what was going on.

I quickly left before one of the neighbors called the cops about a suspicious car and drove over to the nearest Starbucks (you gotta love the free Wifi). I quickly accessed my mother's credit info to see if she had used it recently (I probably should have done that before) and it claimed that I had the wrong username/password. That didn't make any sense considering her user/pass info had been the same for four years. This left me with no choice. I had to hack my way into her personal info.

It took all of half a minute to hack the DMV, FBI, and CIA from my laptop and all of them said the exact same thing:

NOT FOUND

I'm still not even sure how that's possible when she's had a driver's license and credit cards since before I was born. For a few minutes, I didn't know what to do. I had tried to call her and that got me nowhere. I tried looking up her recent activity and that got me to a metaphorical desert in the middle of nowhere. The only thing I knew to do was to find somewhere to live temporarily. I had some money saved up from skipping meals while working on my prototypes at MIT, so I used that to rent a cheap motel room.

I spent three days there before I realized I wouldn't be able to find her on my own. Before you ask why I didn't try and call the police, I knew it would be a waste of time. Not only would they not even know who they're looking for, but they would have no leads and would never be able to find her. Not to mention they would send me to an orphanage (or a group home at the very least) since I wasn't eighteen. There was no way in hell that I was going through that.

Luckily, I had some friends in low places that I acquired while at MIT. You'd be amazed how many people there are shady. I had made friends with the less sketchy ones that would have my back no matter what. I thought I would only need there help for a few months at the most. Four years later, and I still hadn't found her. The best lead I ever found was a video of someone that looked enough like my mother for me to leave my friend's house and drive all the way to Brooklyn in order to find her.

The video was a simple street camera. It caught a woman who looked like my mother speeding through a red light in Brooklyn. Just seeing her face wasn't the reason why I drove from Boston to Brooklyn. It was the two SUV's that ran through the red light seconds after her that made me speed the whole way there. I had arrived there a few hours later and drove like a bat out of hell to the intersection she sped through. There weren't any clues as to where she could've gone, and that didn't really surprise me, but the sirens and flashing lights three blocks down did.

I don't even remember parking my car. All I remember is running down to the police cars and seeing a flipped over car on fire. There were a bunch of people watching the firefighters put out the flames. I noticed two men who looked like they were from the FBI standing off to the side. You know, those guys that where the black suits and just scream 'I have no personality and I hope you don't notice me staring at you like a creeper from a distance'. They were watching before they saw me and started to walk away. This was the closest I had come in four years to finding my mother. If my mother really was in that car, then I was not going to let her possible murderers just walk away.

I ran after them, pushing random bystanders out of my way. I caught a quick glimpse of them walking into an alley way. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't chase MIB's down a street alley. I think I've learned that lesson since the last thing I remember is a bright blue light.

"So, Agent Hill. Before I continue with the rest of my story, are you going to be like the three other agents that tried to interrogate me or are you actually going to believe the rest of what I have to say?"

"She may not believe you, but I do."

End of Chapter One.

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