After being a member of Wattpad, Quotev and I honestly never expected to get a follow and review within two hours of posting this story.
In the review it was a question from Sun eclipse asking if the story is after Age of Ultron and my answer is no.
The time is set just around a year after the invasion and I'm not exactly sure if I am going to be involving Ultron in this story but I doubt he will be brought in.
I would also like to inform you that only Tony Stark, Pepper Potts and Bruce Banner currently live in Avenger's Tower but characters such as Nick Fury, Captain America, Black Widow and Hawkeye will be making appearances and Cap will most likely be occasionally living in the tower but not all the time.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
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I felt like crap.
Frankly, that was all I could describe myself to be feeling as I kicked my foot to remove the thin sheet along with the duvet from my legs. A groan like sound escaped past my lips as I did this, a dull yet bad pain was now coming to my leg.
"Turn that crap off," a voice snarled through the thin wall as it was hit loudly, my body flinching as I heard the loud slam. After that I had realised why I had woken up in the first place, my alarm clock was letting out a loud sound which was similar to an old phone which once gave me a headache each morning.
Tiredly, my arm moved from the uncomfortable hard surface of the mattress and felt around the surface of the white coloured nightstand. After searching blindly for a few seconds my hand finds the smooth surface of the digital alarm clock which had been pushed back to where the lamp was and I pressed down on the button, silencing the alarm.
Slowly my eyes opened, burning slightly as I brought me hand to my face and out of habit I wiped the crust that had formed around my eyes. Within a few moments my vision had adjusted and I could see the shadowy outlines of the furniture of my room, the only light in the room entering through the small space under my door and the crack in my curtains.
Hesitantly I moved my eyes in the direction of my alarm clock, knowing that the light of it tends to burn my eyes when I first woke up.
8:00 AM
I couldn't help but feel slight panic as I stared at the bold red letters, but instantly relaxed as I realised that if it was a school day Miranda, my foster mother, would have woken me up and that my alarm is only set for eight AM on weekends. A small sigh of relief escaped past my lips as I relaxed, my arm hanging lazily over the side of the bed while my head rested back on the thick yet too soft pillow.
"Time to get up, your breakfast is on the bench," I heard the voice of Miranda say, knocking softly on the door of the bedroom as she passed. "Boys, time to go to work," I heard her say, the creak of the door just next door reaching my ears. Slowly I sat up, my body feeling sore as I did which made me frown as I pressed my feet against the cold wooden polished floor.
Almost sluggishly with my sore limbs I stood up, my body feeling like the time I had fell down the stairs while I was living in the old apartment building just a year prior. Slowly I rolled my shoulders back, stretching my back which made my nose scrunch up slightly at the pain. A small grumbling sound was heard from my lips as I tiredly shuffled over towards the window, using my foot to kick a lone sneaker to the corner of the room on the way as I reached the window, my eyes burning as I pulled the dark curtain across only to have the brightness of the outside flood the room.
"Hurry up," was what I heard Miranda snap, hearing a thump which is most likely one of the boys falling from the top bunk after being pulled off by their Mother. A technique which was amusing for me to witness due to the only thing catching them from their fall was a thin and old children's mattress. After a few moments of staring out the window I started moving once more but in the direction of the small en suite.
It wasn't much but yet I was glad to have one, meaning that I wouldn't have to leave the my room to have an encounter with my foster brothers who I have officially nicknamed them the 'Terror Twins'. That would be the best description I could give about the pair. Easily I turned the light on using the switch which had been placed just beside the door and I stepped into the en suite.
All I had was a simple marble counter with a sink and a cabinet with a mirror acting as the door and a toilet with a shower besides it, nothing special unlike the en suite the twins had. "Hurry up Timothy, I'm leaving and I know you never do your dishes," I hear Miranda say as she walked past my room once more, now having high heels on.
With a small step I entered the small bathroom, my mind forcing me to not let out a hiss as my foot connected with the cold blue tiles. Something that I hated whenever I had to get ready. With a small curl of my lip I continued walking, closing the door behind me and locking it to be sure one of the twins don't interrupt since they tend to do that only to take stuff from the cabinet.
Slowly I shuffled in front of the mirror, my eyes widening as I choked on air while I stared at my reflection on the mirror.
On my face was a large bruise, covering my left eye and continued to my cheek bone as if a blunt object had hit my face, although the bruise was an ugly greenish-yellowish bruise which made it look as if it was a week old but yet I knew it was from last night due to my enhanced healing. Than on my nose was a faint brown bruise which showed it must of been a small hit if it was in its late stages of healing and dried blood was smeared down to my chin and dried blood was on the corner of my lip.
Looking down I could see that it was only getting worse. On my side was a fade pink and slightly raised scar standing out against my tan skin, something that was not there last time I had seen myself in the mirror, around it was also dried blood. Slowly I turned around, looking over my shoulder I could see why my back was aching.
On the centre of my back had to be the worst injury I had gotten if it was like that, the skin a purple colour.
"Holy crap," I whispered, I could practically feel the colour draining from my face as I remembered the events of last night coming to me in small bits but yet those small memories were clear. But the main one made me look down, remembering how I in my zombie like state pulled a bullet out of my side only with tweezers and for it to heal within moments.
On the ground between me feet was a single bullet, the bronze coloured shell barely showing under the layer of blood while droplets of my blood were dotted around the bullet.
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A breath escaped my lips as I stared in the mirror once more. It had only been around half an hour since I had discovered what had happened, twenty minutes of that time was of me panicking as I cleaned the blood from the floor and figured out what to do with the bullet which just resulted in me cleaning it before hiding it into a shoe box that sat under my bed holding the possessions that had sentimental values to me.
The other ten minutes was me getting ready for the day, but yet my focus wasn't all there due to the events that had happened. Slowly I raised my hand and pressed a finger against the bruise on my cheek, feeling the light pain which almost had no feeling at all. There was no way I could hide the bruises on me face, meaning that Miranda would basically interrogate me if she saw my face, and there is basically no way to avoid Miranda.
Especially since she had the lock on my bedroom door removed so I couldn't stay isolated for the day. With a small sigh I moved away from the mirror, hoping that Miranda had left for work since she tends to open up her store open earlier than nine. Knowing I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever I opened the door, seeing that my bed was now made while my clothes were no longer on the ground.
A small chuckle escaped past my lips, knowing Miranda had done this. Every time she sees a mess she will clean, and it doesn't matter if your don't want her to clean your room. She is the definition of neat-freak, the perfect example of someone who would kill herself before she would let her home turn into a pigsty.
After I had located my phone and my necklace which once belonged to my mother, it was a simple golden chain with a cross on it. Something she had worn every day as I grew up. Slowly I opened my bedroom door, feeling relieved to hear nothing but silence meaning that the twins and Miranda had left and that Eric would most likely be asleep until the afternoon like usual, only to wake up with a hangover.
I stepped out of my bedroom and closed the door behind me before I started to walk down the hallway, my sneakers making light squeaking sounds as I walked down the hallway and straight to the kitchen only to see a plate with a single slice of toast on it and a thick layer of Nutella with a glass of juice besides it.
A small frown formed on my features, knowing that Lucas and Conner most likely took the last of the pancakes that Miranda had made, something that she makes every Saturday and Sunday while the rest of the week it was just toast or cereal for breakfast. A disappointed sound escaped past my lips, I had been looking forward to having pancakes. After all they were the best thing to eat in this household.
As soon as I stopped in front of the bench I noticed a note written on a pink piece of paper from a note book.
Timothy,
Sorry that you missed out on having pancakes but I did tell you yesterday to wake up earlier just in case.
Love from Mum xxx
That was another thing I hated about being here. Miranda always insists that I call her Mum and Eric Dad, but I know that wouldn't happen. I would feel as I was betraying myself if I was to call someone else my parents. It would be betraying my real family. Carefully I picked up the glass of juice knowing that I was prone to spilling my drinks or just dropping the glass itself, after I picked the glass up I picked up the plate holding my breakfast and I made my way to the living room.
Being sure that I had placed the glass of juice onto the coaster so a mark wouldn't be left on the glass coffee table and I placed the plate besides it I sat back on the leather lounge, finding the remote and turning the TV on, only for it to be on the news channel. After staring at the screen of the TV for a few moments I picked up my toast and begun eating, only to choke on it.
The second time I have almost had a heart attack this morning.
The scene of the news changed and was now showing the alley I had remembered entering last night, in the centre of the scene just besides the opening of the alley was Sierra Cortez who was one of the most popular news reporter currently, besides her was the one and only Tony Stark. "And as you know there was an incident with one of Manhattan's most loved superhero, Tony Stark," the too happy sounding voice of the women was heard, this being the first time I have not turned the TV off.
"Last night at around ten AM, Tony Stark and his girlfriend of five years Pepper Potts were cornered in an alley by two men who had fatally shot his current body guard at the time and Tony Stark was also shot in the arm, the wound being deep but just a graze. Just as the two men were about to kill the couple a new hero has shown himself and took down the two criminals single handily, so lets here it from the man of Iron himself," she says as she looked to her left, her fake smile turning into a flirtatious one.
"Well as you already said, two criminals were planning on killing us after they had our valuables and had killed the security man, but a person had stepped in before Pepper and I were going to be killed," Tony said, Sierra only nodding. "And what can you remember about the mystery person?" Sierra questioned.
"Well when he stood up he was around six foot tall which was surprising cause form what I had saw he was only a teen, maybe sixteen or seventeen. He had brown hair lightly tanned but pale at the same time and was wearing a Tiara Theatre uniform," Tony spoke as I swallowed the bite of toast I had in my mouth, no longer having an appetite.
I would easily be identified, especially by my co-workers. After all I was the tallest person there and the only one who got off work at the time, and no one was scheduled to come or leave work at that time. "And how exactly did this boy take down those men?" Sierra asked, finally something I was interested in. Even though I felt like I was on the verge of having a panic attack I wanted to know what happened after I had blacked out.
"Well he spaced out for a minute or two before he seemed to be a totally different person, from what I have seen he can fly, has telekinesis, enhanced strength and speed as well as reflexes and flexibility and a freakishly amazing healing rate," Tony says but paused. "It just seemed to happen so quickly," Tony finished. "And what do you mean by he had freakishly amazing healing rate?" Sierra asked. "Well when he wasn't looking the larger of the two had used a blunt object and force to break the kids back but he didn't even seem to feel it. I could basically hear the snap echoing the alley," Tony answered and that was when I turned the TV off.
Harshly I moved the plate back onto the coffee table, feeling thankful that I did not mark the glass knowing Miranda would go crazy. Yet that wouldn't be at the top of my problems.