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I woke up again, my head throbbing in pain.
"Ugh." I mumbled sleepily.
Most of my ailments would leave if I slept more, as my body recuperated quicker when I was asleep. If I slept for five more minutes, this headache would be gone faster than my siblings running to the comic store after a new issue arrived.
"Mom, just let me have a few more minutes, I need to heal.." I groaned, and rolled over in bed. My Mom would understand, knowing about my... conditions.
"Heal what? How is sleep going to heal you in a few minutes?"A cold, feminine voice cut through the air.
My eyes snapped open.
That was not my Mom.
I jerked up in bed, expecting to see my bedroom, plastered with soccer posters and trophies. Instead before my eyes was a plain grey room and a steel door in the wall across from me. Looking down, I saw a grey bed. I seemed to be wearing a dark grey shirt and pants. Yuck. Then, I remembered.
I gasped, and my memories came flooding back, making my head ache even more.
Nick Fury.
A fictional character.
Talking to me.
I couldn't believe it. My brain sputtered and tried to find a reasonable explanation for this.
Hallucination?
No, the pain I had felt was real.
Dream?
Can't be, too clear. Dreams are always muddled for me.
Then, it found an answer.
How did I know it was for real? It could just be an actor playing him! That had to be it! This was all just some mistake!
"Excuse me."
The same steely voice spoke.
I whirled around to see a woman standing by my bed.
She was tall and slender, with a very fit body. She looked like a model you'd see in in a highly revered fashion magazine, except she wasn't as thin as a toothpick. She wore a tight black suit with a zipper coming down the top half. She had two belts on, one by her stomach with a red hourglass on it, the other a plain black belt resting on her hips. I tensed slightly when I saw a holster on each of her thighs, a very realistic looking gun put in each one. Red hair curled at the ends came down to around her chin, contrasting with her blue-green eyes.
She also seemed familiar. I remembered this character had a spider name. Not Spider girl... I glanced at the red hourglass on her belt.
The Black Widow! That was the character's name. I looked up at the woman, meeting her hard stare with my soft one.
"Um...nice Black Widow costume!...Those guns look really real. My sister dressed up as her for Halloween. Her name's Nat..Natasha, right?"
I said nervously.
She hadn't let up her stare, but the millisecond I stopped talking, the woman's hand turned into a blur, and then I saw the barrel of a cold, steely gun pointing at my head.
That was also not a fake gun.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod."
I turned to stone, my brain screaming in terror. That was a gun. An actual gun. Pointing at my forehead. Time to go into panic mode! Stop. I stopped myself from screaming, as I looked back up at the woman, her stare having transformed into an icy glare.
"How do you know my name?"
She said, her gun not moving.
This lady was psycho! I tried to remember the stories I had read on people talking to robbers or other criminals and calming them down. I took in a tiny breath.
"I, I, um... Internet?"
I mentally punched myself. The internet! Great, now I was going to get shot in the face. Stupid me.
The lady narrowed her eyes. Her blue green irises scanned my face, analyzing the fear in my eyes and the nervous sweat gathering on my forehead.
I heard a whoosh, and immediately looked to the steel doors, where someone familiar stood. It was the guy dressed up like Nick Fury! He glanced at me, then looked at the psycho lady.
"Agent Romanoff. Put the gun down."
The woman looked at him, not moving the gun away from my face.
"She knows my name."
Eyepatch's (my decided name for the costumed guy) expression did not change.
"We know."
We? Who's we? So far I had only met Eyepatch and Psycho over here.
I piped up, my voice a tiny squeak.
"Um, could you take that..big..cold..deadly gun away from my soft, non-invincible face? Please?"
Eyepatch looked at Psycho. Psycho looked at me. I looked at the camera I had just noticed, and stuck my tongue out at it.
Then, Psycho slowly put her gun back into her holster.
"PHEW! You know, I thought you were actually gonna shoot me there. Actually, why do you have a gun, anyway? I'm pretty sure Comic Con doesn't allow weapons-"
I slapped a hand over my mouth. I babble when I get nervous.
"Heh. Sorry."
I felt the nervous sweat start to appear again when the two looked at me. It was the kinda look you use when your old senile grandmother starts babbling about frogbears and how they flew off with her glasses.
I shook off my nervousness and frowned.
"Okay, I have some questions. First, why are you dressed up like superhero characters? The costumes are pretty good, but wouldn't you want to dress up like some of the more "main" characters, like Captain America, or..the Hulk, I think? Maybe that Hawk guy?"
Those were the only two characters I actually thought were a little bit cool. I wasn't a nerd for them or anything like that, I just liked Captain America because he was sort of like me. Had a serum injected into his bloodstream, it cured all of his problems, and he got strong. My siblings teased me about it, but I had a little respect for him. And the Hulk was super strong, so that was neat.
Eyepatch glared. It seemed like this guy had only two settings: Mad and Extra Mad. But Psycho lady, I swear I heard her growl!
Eyepatch looked at me.
"Ms. Frost, come with me."
He ordered.
I looked back at him skeptically.
"With you? No way! First of all, you most likely kidnapped me and are gonna hold me for ransom, and you know what makes it ridiculous? You're dressed up like Marvel characters while doing it!"
His frown deepened, if that was even possible. Psycho lady took out her gun, and froze.
"Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going..."
I got out of bed, saying yuck at my ugly grey clothes, and followed Eyepatch out the door. Psycho Lady was following me, her hand by her holster.
We walked down a silvery hallway, and I noticed something strange.
There were more doors in the hall, with no windows to look inside. I spied security cameras all over, and made a face at each one. Then, I saw more people walking by, going into the doors. They were all dressed in black and grey uniforms.
"No fashion sense.." I mumbled under my breath, then pretended I had said nothing.
We kept walking, and I noticed a few people looking at me and whispering. I stuck my tongue out at them.
Then, we finally reached the end if the hallway, and thank goodness for that. My feet, only having socks on, had started to ache, but I dared not complain with the crazy lady with a gun behind me.
Two big metal doors were in front of us, blocking our way. My mind was filled with questions. Who were these people? Where were we? And most important, how much money do they have? Cause, come on, it's gotta cost a lot to have so many retracting metal doors! They were sorta cool, though, I'd give them that.
Then, the doors opened, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
In front of me was a huge room, filled with people. Some were walking about, but most were sitting at computers, doing techy stuff. But what awed me was the front of the room. The walls bent out in a half circle, and was made entirely of glass frames. Outside, I could see only clouds.
This couldn't exist. It couldn't. No government could operate this. I looked at Eyepatch, standing next to me. The eyepatch looked so real, the scars etched into the skin. I looked at a passing person, and saw a symbol on their uniform. I looked around wildly, seeing the same symbol on all of them. I looked down.
On the floor was a huge Eagle symbol inside a circle.
"No. Nononononono."
I had hidden the facts, ignored them. My brain had made up a lie to keep me from breaking down. But now it was staring me right in the face.
"NO!"
I screamed, alarming all the people in the room. I felt a hundred eyes stare at me. A hundred eyes that shouldn't exist.
I shattered. I kneeled to the ground, holding my head in my hands. I cried.
"I want to go home. I want to go home."
I didn't have a home anymore.
I was alone.
