The Avengers do not belong to me. Even though I wish they did...
They actually belong to Marvel. So yeah.
An icy blue light emanated from the strange, round object that had crashed into the ground of his yard many minutes before. A child, who appeared to be only four years of age, crept towards the light that distracted him from his playtime.
As he moved closer to the glow, the boy began to hear a low whispering voice coming from somewhere. He looked around for whoever was talking, but he could not find a single soul. How strange.
He then continued to creep towards the object that had curiously fallen from the sky.
"Hoz'f!" ("Hey!")
The boy jumped and looked around again, desperately searching for whoever was talking.
"O', Alo!" ("Oi, You!")
He looked down at the glowing spherical object he could see much clearer now. The voice was coming from the round luminous object! It was speaking!
The boy crouched down and just stared at it, since he was too shocked to even try to reply. His mouth started twitching into a big smile as the sphere thing continued to speak in the strange foreign language.
"No's, sifo zann'c h'a alo!" ("Yeah, I'm talking to you!")
He had to show his mother this! The boy went to scoop up the object of his curiosity, but as soon as he touched it, the sphere turned into a bright orb of light which quickly crawled up his arm and soon fully engulfed his body. The child shrieked in terror as his ears started to painfully ring and his surroundings became too bright for him to see clearly. He stumbled backwards falling on his back-
'STERLING!'
With a loud scream of shock, the obvious owner of said name, Sterling, jumped awake from the nauseatingly vivid dream. Sitting up and now bearing an irritatingly painful headache, he looked around his room for the one who had called him. After a while of listening and not finding the location of the noise, he concluded that it just came from the dream.
Sterling laid back down in his bed and was starting to drift back off to sleep, but someone had different plans.
'I'm in your head, remember? Ya walnut.'
He nearly choked on his own spit when he heard the voice again. It was like someone was shouting in both his ears at the same time! Wait...
Sterling fully woke up and remembered that, yes, the voice was, in fact, coming from his head and had been doing so for the past eleven years.
Bearing the full brunt of the headache he had experienced in his rude awakening and feeling rather annoyed at the voice, which wasn't new, Sterling sighed and tiredly stared up at his bedroom ceiling.
'Aren't you going to get up, Walnut?'
He grimaced at the nickname and finally decided to reply to the voice. What? It's not like his mom was going to hear him. She was probably at another club and most likely wouldn't be back until midnight.
"Charlie..." He stopped himself and loudly yawned which oddly sounded like the mix of a whale giving birth and a dying walrus.
"It's freaking Saturday...Why-" Sterling paused himself and looked at the clock on his bedside that flashed him the time. It was six o-clock in the morning!? He jolted and sat up in his bed, forgetting about his earlier exhaustion.
He continued on now in a tone of voice that nearly resembled a cat trying to eat a constipated parrot. He was not a happy camper at the moment.
"Why did you wake me up at the unholy butt-crack of dawn!?" He finally finished, but paused for a few minutes again before continuing.
"And stop comparing the different noises I make to animals sounds!"
Sterling heard laughter fade into the back of his head before disappearing altogether. Knowing sleep had ditched him for the day, he decided it was best to just get up out of bed.
Who knows what this new day may bring him?
Who knows what this new day may bring him?
Sterling wished he had never thought of that phrase. Heck, he wished he had just ignored the idiot known as Charlie and stayed in bed. Perhaps this was just a bad dream? Maybe?
A jolt of pain coursed through the teenager's arms, prying his closed eyes open only to see his would-be rescuers. However, despite his worrisome predicament, they stood around him and his captor, gaping like absolute idiots.
Well, at least two of them had their mouths hanging open as if they weren't expecting a hostage situation. The other two had scowls on their poker-faces; if that was even possible.
'Can't read my, can't read my, No he can't read my poker-faaaaaace~' interrupted Charlie's obnoxious falsetto ringing inside of his head. This would have made the teen scowl if he hadn't been so frightened.
Sterling then continued on with his grousing and nervous thoughts.
The last guy, who most likely had high tech weapons equipped in every nook and cranny of his armoured suit, was hovering above his companions. Sterling was not sure if the billionaire's jaw was hanging open like his other two teammates since his face was covered with a helmet. Was that even a helmet?
'A mask, maybe?' contributed Charlie.
Yeah. A mask sounds about right. Sterling felt another jolt in his arms as the man in the giant robot suit of armour or whatever it was, who was holding him hostage, lifted him higher above the ground. How had he even gotten into this mess?
Well, obviously, he had gotten up for the day, took an hour long shower and decided to treat himself to a Mickey-D's breakfast. So, he got dressed and started to walk the hour long trek to the McDonald's that was closest to his and his mom's apartment. Sterling didn't expect himself to be caught up in the middle of a battle between The Avengers (they seemed to be missing The Hulk) and what he overheard (the heroes were sure to be extra loud when talking into their invisible comms) to be Hydra drones following Mr. Big Bad Hydra Robot Guy himself. Sterling never bothered to find out the villain's name.
He was minding his own business and trying to avoid getting hit by pieces of octopi-drone when he literally ran smack dab into the Hydra robot guy. If that wasn't awkward enough, the guy had run out of robot-y allies and decided the panicky teenager, who was busy trying not to die, would make a nice getaway hostage.
Which brings Sterling to his current situation; this includes him being hung in the air with his arms painfully suspended over his head with a gun (or laser?) pressed into his back.
'Or maybe crazy German guy is pressing a missile against our back!' Charlie exclaimed a little too happily.
Sterling felt a little sick when his noggin-buddy suggested that; he probably looked sick too. Wait just a second.
'You would know what he's holding against MY back since you're a literal pair of invisible eyes at the back of MY head.' Sterling mentally snapped to Charlie.
Of course he wouldn't be talking out loud in this type of situation. That would be stupid. In public, he always mentally communicated to Charlie or else psych hospitals would be called and asked if they had lost a patient recently. And that somehow brought him another question. How the heck was he not screaming and peeing his pants!? How is he even calm right now!?
'You're welcome.' came Charlie's snarky reply.
Oh. Of course it was Charlie. It was always Charlie messing around with his already fragile psyche.
'Would you stop your complaining already and focus on the situation at hand!? You sound like freaking Justin Bieber with all that stupid whining I'm hearing!' Charlie yelled.
Sterling's grumbling thoughts snapped to a halt. Before he could even say something, Captain America started speaking.
"It's all over, Burk. Your drones are destroyed and Shield has already arrested your employer. Give yourself up and things will be much easier for you."
There were a few moments of silence before Sterling finally shouted out his reply to Charlie's earlier insult, which startled The Avengers (the captain jumped a bit) and Burk.
"Did you really just say that!? I DO NOT sound anything like Justin Bieber, you glow-y blue sack of crap!"
Another moment of awkward silence passed as the teenager came to a slow realization that he had yelled that out-loud. Even Charlie was startled to silence.
He was utterly horrified for a moment before trying to find excuses to cover up what just happened.
"I-if it means anything, I wasn't talking to you..." he stammered to the now shocked Captain America.
Sterling really needed to learn how to multitask.
Well, I'm actually quite happy about this story and I am excited to continue it. It will take me a bit to write up other chapters, but I'll try to update this as soon as I possibly can.
Sterling and Charlie both belong to me.
The language I used wasn't really a language. I just pulled random words out of my butt.
Burk is just a random generic villain I came up with because I would fail at the personalities for actual Marvel villains.
The End.