Abigale's POV:

"Abigale listen to me-"

"No Max. I can't. I can't just run away with you. My life is here. I feel as though I'm finally fitting in and being accepted here." I argued with him, trying to make him see sense.

"Abigale…" Max started to try counter my argument but her gave up and the next words out of his mouth were "fine. If you won't come with me then I'll go alone."

"Max. You can't go! I-I need you. I need you here, with me. You're all I have left." I whispered to him, feeling guilty for being so selfish. My eyes were cast downwards, ashamed, but Max gently took my chin in his fingers and lifted my head up so I was staring directly into his warm brown eyes.

"You may like it here but I don't. I have to get out of here and if you're not going to come with make then I have to go alone."

"Max…" I trailed off, it was selfish of me to ask him to stay. I knew the position he was in. I knew how badly he wanted to get out of here. "I understand Max. Maybe once I'm eighteen we'll meet again." I said fiddling with the sleeves of my plain grey hoodie. Well, it was actually Max's but I always wore it so I considered it to be mine now.

"I'm leaving tonight. Meet me here at midnight if you change your mind."

I nodded and hugged him, never wanting to let go. I knew that it would probably be the last time I saw him for a while.

I had made up my mind. I was going to leave tonight. I knew I had told Max that I wouldn't but I changed my mind. I realised that I couldn't live without him. He was no long just my best friend. He was the guy I was in love with. I loved him. Wherever he went I would go.

I packed my bags and waiting until it was five minutes until twelve. My stomach was twisted into knots of nervousness. I felt bad for leaving my foster family but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Max and I would be together. Together forever.

I silently climbed out of the window in my room and shimmied down between the two water pipes that were conveniently less than a meter away from my room. As I got to the bottom I jumped off the wall and started walking towards the bench Max and I had been sitting earlier.

I saw him sitting there, like he had promised he would.

I started to run towards him, glad that he had waited even though I was five minutes late. But as I got to the bench I realised that he was sitting awfully still. Too still.

"Max? Are you okay?" I asked as I reached him and sat next to him.

"A-Abi-Abigale, I l-love you." He coughed and I was splattered with blood. His blood. That was when I realised that he had a knife stuck in his chest and it was bleeding like crazy.

"Max. Max! Listen to me. Don't die. No Max…" I started crying hysterically but it didn't matter. He was gone. Just like that.

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was from a nightmare. The same nightmare that has been terrorising my dreams since I was little. The nightmare hadn't occurred recently so I had foolishly hoped that perhaps I had outgrown it, but considering the silent tears that were falling down my cheeks and the way my body trembled even thinking about it was a sign that it was back. But this time it was worse. Much worse.

I don't remember the dream being so graphic, and real. It felt as though it was actually happening again.

I still remember the day as if it was yesterday.

"Lawson! Get your skinny ass out here! We're about to land!" I heard my loving boss call through the door to my room.

I shook my head, trying to clear those horrible memories from my mind. Silently I walked over to my dresser and got ready for what was about to happen. If I played this right, I would finally be able to know who my parents are and why I grew up without them but at the same time I was nervous. To find out about my parents I would have to kill more innocent people and get even more red on my ledger. Was it selfish of me to kill these people when they have done no harm to me juts for the sake of finding out about my parents? Yes, yes it was. But was that going to stop me? No, because I was far too selfish to care. I thought all of this as I picked up my Hydra weapon and walked out onto the streets of Manhattan.

Director Fury's POV:

"Sir, they have invaded. There's a group by Stark tower and another group by Queens Bridge but we can see many more hovercrafts approaching and some boats. What do you recommend?" Agent Hill informed me as I stood on the bridge in the Helicarrier. I hadn't been expecting them to strike so soon but I guess the timing was pretty good. We were still cleaning up after the battle of Manhattan and from what Agent Hill had just said, it sounded as though they had a big army.

"You know my orders. Send out the Avengers." I said as I turned around and walked away, towards the briefing room. I knew that I would be getting a call soon from the board members.

Agent Hill's POV:

"You know my orders. Send out the Avengers." In my mind I contemplated whether to argue with him or not but I realised that he was just too stubborn to be argued with. He would fight until we had no men left rather than surrender, and for that everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. admired him, but at times like these I wished I could change his mind. I knew that the Avengers were great at what they do but, I had a feeling it wouldn't be enough, and this time the board will actually take out Manhattan.

I hadn't been completely truthful to Director Fury when I told him that there was a group. Normally a 'group' contains ten or twenty people. Not this time though. I couldn't even count how many soldiers there were standing on Queens Bridge, blocking it up and flipping cars into the icy cold water. I predicted that there were about ten-thousand people there, all carrying Hydra weapons.

I quickly relayed the information into my earpiece and within five minutes the Avengers had left the helicarrier, heading towards Manhattan, and probably their deaths.

Abigale's POV:

I stood on the roof of Stark tower, acting as a lookout. My job was to alert the army when the Avengers got here. I tried to stay alert, I really did. I just couldn't concentrate. My nightmare was still running through my mind. I couldn't get his warm brown eyes out of my head.

That was the day that Schmidt had found me. When I was at my weakest. He promised me that I would be able to get my revenge for Max's death. That I would be able to find out about my real parents. And I had taken the offer. I don't regret the decision I made. I only regret the people I made the deal with. Schmidt was an awful person; he didn't care about anyone but himself and I doubt he would lift a finger, even to save his own mother. Although I should hardly be surprised, this was the same guy that had tried to take over the world in the nineteen-fifties.

It was then that I saw a blob in the distance. I didn't need to look any closer. I already knew that it was the avengers, who else would be flying into Manhattan when there are enemy troops all over the place.

I truly felt bad about what I was going today, but then I remembered my deal with Schmidt. If I survived I would be able to meet my parents.

With that thought in mind I pulled out my walkie-talkie and relayed the message. "They have arrived. I repeat, they have arrived."

AN: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I feel so awful for not updating sooner but I've been really busy with school and stuff and I had no idea what to write. Please forgive me?

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