I sighed as I looked around my English class. It was last period so after this, I was heading home. No Flash, no Peter, no Catsuit following me.
Oh, how wrong I was.
Class ended. I left. I went straight to the beach, with Peter, who had insisted he come. My perfect plan wasn't so perfect, but oh well.
There were no monsters at the beach, just me and Peter, now in swimming costumes on the deserted beach. Relaxing in each other's company. It was nice.
Well, it was until Peter said he was going to get us ice creaks, disappeared off, and signalled for Catsuit to come out.
Sneaky bastard.
I sighed, waiting until I heard the whiz of an arrow before creating a water shield to protect myself. I stood calmly.
"Come on, Catsuit, fight me," I said, bored, smirking.
And the guy did.
He rushed forwards, preparing a hook punch to the side of my face...
I blocked the punch and threw him over my shoulder, instead of finishing him simply, I moved back. Catsuit twisted and kicked my legs out from under me, getting up. He kicked at my head.
I blocked again and hooked my leg around his. I tripped him like this and put him in a lock, holding him there as a huge wave washed over us, quite deliberately slamming his head into a rock. The water then moved away from him, careful not to harm the man other than knocking him unconscious.
The man sagged and I sighed as the water retreated. What a good way to end the day.
I decided to go swimming, clear my mind and hopefully catch a hippocampus to Camp.
Hawkeye woke up a few hours later, angrily cursing as he stood up awkwardly. He was soaking wet, pissed off and...
The girl wasn't too far away, unconscious and shaking like she was having a seizure. He frowned and scrambled to his feet, watching, stunned as her arm twisted and broke, lash marks appearing slowly on her small body.
He ran over and picked the child up, not hesitating as he called for Widow's aid. Natasha would know what to do...
Natasha didn't know what to do, and the girl's injuries were becoming quite extensive. So she did the sensible thing and took the girl and Clint to Stark Towers, where Bruce could at least keep her under surveillance if he couldn't awaken and heal her.
It was needless to say the others were surprised.
Tony and Steve had yelled at them unthinkingly. Bruce has ignored them and ushered them to his lab, placing the girl down on a surgery table and examining her quickly.
"I don't understand it, but it seems she is being attacked while she sleeps, likely seeing these events play out and her body mimicking the reactions." He said.
"Basically, we have to wake her up," Tony asked, smirking. He picked up a gallon of water, held in a large bottle, and dumped it over her head before anybody could tell him to stop.
And then Peter walked in.
He walked in as the girl started awake; gripping her stomach like it was on fire and glaring darkly around. The water made her look somewhat like a drowned rat, but not in a comical way, more in the way that made you pity the child.
"Where the fuck am I?" She demanded in a wheeze. Bruce wasn't listening as he gently lay her back down and examined her.
"Broken arm with three break points, loss of blood, fractured ankle, a broken leg with four break points, crushed rib, no punctures. Broken collarbone and shoulder blade." He listed her main injuries, stunned.
Peter growled. The girl shook slightly and three loud cracks sounded in quick succession as her arm bent back to a normal angle. Four more cracks and her leg was healed. Two, and her collarbone and shoulder blade were. Finally, her ankle fixed itself.
At each crack, everybody in the room winced.
Peter finally moved forwards and just hugged the girl. The girl pushed him away.
"Peter, where in Hades am I?" She repeated angrily.
"Avengers Towers." He said, sounding ashamed.
The girl winced. "Call Percy, please. I'm getting a ride back to Camp," she said, standing awkwardly.
"No." Most of the Avengers called at once, startling the girl, who sat back down automatically, flinching. Natasha immediately felt bad and walked forwards.
"Look, kid, we can't let you leave now." She said, frowning.
"Why? Is it because I beat that Catsuit guy thing or whatever?" The girl demanded.
It was Tony who answered.
"No... Did you beat Hawkeye? Did you get it on camera?"
"No!" The kid snapped irritably.
"Either way, you aren't leaving. Natasha, the room opposite yours?" Tony suggested.
Natasha nodded and dragged the girl off, ignoring her complaints and weak threats. The kid was still badly injured, after all.