11: A Good Man…Becomes Great. A Bad Man…Becomes Worse.
A/N I SAW IRON MAN 3! OH MY GOSH! AHHHHHH! *fangirls everywhere* Oh man. Oh man. If you think this is a big reaction you just WAIT until Winter Soldier comes out! I'm a Cap girl ;D
Well, now that I've seen Iron Man 3 I'm thinking about writing an Iron Man fanfiction with Sam in it. If she was adopted when she was twelve, and she's a Jr. now, she obviously went through the Iron Man 3. Maybe. JUST MAYBE, I'll write it. I'd have to see the movie again though, to make things clearer (Noodle Fanatic wouldn't stop talking…)
Avengerlicious - Thank you! Here's the end of the conversation. I'm too lazy to type it all out. :) I've just got down the important stuff (:
Megan looked at her lap with wide eyes. All of it made sense. She gripped the thin hospital blankets, desperately needing something to cling to after the wave of information. Sam was adopted by Stark because she was needed for testing. There was nothing special about her! For all Megan knew, it could have been HER that was taken in! It took Megan until her second year in high school to get adopted and who took her in? Some guy who was always ignoring her and his wife who constantly nagged about her tidiness, clothes, and pretty much everything. She shook herself out of her daze and looked up at agent Christiansen.
Christiansen was sitting in a chair at the end of her bed. He had a maniacal grin on his face. "There's one more thing, Megan." She raised an eyebrow. "When I took her powers, I realized there was something extra that shouldn't have been there." He leaned in closer, creating more tension in the moment. "Spider powers." The blood flooded from Megan's face.
She mouthed the words to herself. Realization dawned on her. The heart monitor raced and she shot straight up. "Sam is Spider-Woman!" she hissed quietly. "That's why she continually had injuries!" Agent Christiansen had explained Peter's true identity to her earlier in the story.
The rouge agent smiled. "You see Meg, Sam abandoned you at the orphanage those years ago. And for what? Super powers, a family, a proper home, love? Peter left you for what reason? To protect you? No, he doesn't love you. It was a mistake for you to introduce him to Sam last week. He fell in love with her, and left you to run off with someone he thought was better."
"No!" Megan yelled. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head vigorously. "No, you're just trying to manipulate me!"
"Am I?" wondered the agent, raising an eyebrow. "I'm merely telling you the truth."
"You kidnapped my best and only friend and my boyfriend."
"Ex-boyfriend," corrected the rouge agent. "And didn't I say this conversation came with a prize in the end?" Megan though about the pros and cons.
"What's the prize?" she inquired quietly.
Christiansen smirked. "You will get mobility in your legs again."
Time seemed to stop for Megan. She could walk again. If she accepted the offer she could walk once more. She sat in silence, thinking it over. "What do you mean? There's no cure."
"WAS no cure," he said. He pulled a vial out of his inside pocket. It contained an orange liquid. "This is pretty much Sam's powers in a bottle. The ultimate Avenger. Anyone who takes it could have all the powers needed to stop an army single handed."
"I could walk," Megan whispered to herself.
"Just think of that."
"I could move."
"Just think of that."
"I'll do it!" Megan yelled.
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As the ever so wise Dr. Erskine said about the serum: It makes a good man great, and a bad man worse. Megan was bitter. She was angry at her life. Don't judge her though, she's a nice girl. Just imagine you had lost mobility in your legs just a few minutes after breaking up with your boyfriend (or girlfriend for any of you guys). She didn't know this. She didn't know bad was made worse. Well, neither did Schmidt, and look where that got him…
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Sam sat in a chair in the kitchen. She was alone in there, and was wondering where everyone was. "JARVIS, can you tell me the location of everyone?"
"Captain Rogers is currently on the training floor along with Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton. Dr. Banner is in his room as is Mr. Parker, and your father is at a board meeting with your mother and will not return for another two hours."
Sam paused, trying to think about this. Would it be of any use to her? "Thanks JARV'. Can you somehow lead me to the labs?"
"Should I have Dr. Banner assist you?"
"No. No JARVIS, just lead me." The AI seemed to sigh.
"Very well Ms. Stark. Touch the wall. It will be warm." Sam did so and felt some warmth. "Just follow the heat," JARVIS instructed. Sam did this, and after a few minutes or so, found herself in the lab.
"Thanks JARVIS." She smiled and sat down in one of the chairs. Sam sighed, missing her suit. Suddenly, a lightbulb clicked. "JARVIS, can you create a new file?"
"Yes Miss. What should it be?"
"Label it…'Disability Suit'. Restricted access level six. Make the password…" Sam thought about it for a moment. "Make the password 'Gold Titanium Alloy Girl', with the first letter of each word capitalized."
"Right away Miss."
There were some clicks and beeps as JARVIS set the file. Sam felt something nudge her side. She heard some robot like noises. It was Dumm-E.
Dumm-E placed something in Sam's hand. She felt it for a moment before realizing it was the helmet to her suit. She half smiled and put it on. It wasn't the same at all being blind, but it felt comforting in a way. She patted Dumm-E and took it off. "JARVIS. What if I could summon my suit like Thor summons his hammer?"
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Hours in the lab turned into days. Sam had lost her smart and her sight, but with both JARVIS's, Butterfingers, and Dumm-E's (sorta) help, she did it. "Okay," she said, the fifth day of working on her creation. "Dumm-E, get over here." She felt the robot nudge her. "Alright, beginning implants." Sam rolled up her sleeve. Before she could do anything, JARVIS interrupted.
"I do believe it would be best if your father was informed of your plans and ideas."
Sam sighed. "JARVIS, I told you. If he found out, he'd say no. I miss my suit and it's not really easy to get into when I'm blind, and not to mention all that easy to use." She sat up straight. "Implant one." When she said this, Dumm-E gave her the first shot. "Ow!" She shook it off. "Implant two." It hurt just as much as the last one. "Ouch!" Sam grumbled.
It was going to be a long night.
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Sam jumped down onto her bed. She let herself sink down into the covers with an exhausted sigh. She was glad to get some sleep. Not soon after her eyes were closed, she was out like a light.
"Sam." Peter's face flashed before her. "Sam, you'll get through this." Sam twitched in her bed. "Keep your eyes on me, focus on my voice." Sam whimpered. "Sam. Sam. Sam." Peter's voice got quieter and quieter. "SAM!"
Sam jumped up with a start. She was panting loudly. Something wasn't right though. She flexed her fingers. Sam suddenly realized. She had her Iron Girl glove. She hit the glove off with her other hand. It fell to the floor with a clatter. Sam sat up in bed for a little bit before lying back down.
The silence was soon interrupted by JARVIS. "Should I inform your parents Ms. Samantha?"
"No," Sam answered, a bit too quickly. She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. No need to wake them just…just because of this." She turned onto her side.
The AI paused before responding. "Very well miss." Sam flipped onto her stomach. She just hoped that when she finished the implants she wouldn't wake up with a whole suit of armor on.
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"Ms. Carth."
Who was that?
"Ms. Carth, it's done."
Why was I sore? Not like it mattered. Voices, all these voices. What had happened? Oh. Right. Ultimate Avenger.
Megan opened her eyes. The moment she did so, she gasped and her heart rate accelerated. She felt a hand firmly grab her shoulder. Meg looked around hurriedly. She saw a doctor leaning over. The man smiled a horrible smile. "We've done it successfully." Megan sat up and looked down at her hands. They were different. Much different. She looked up at the doctor and glared. She jumped out of bed and grabbed the man's throat. He struggled for air, clawing at Megan's hands.
"It worked hm?" She looked around. She was tall. She felt more developed. It wasn't right. She threw the man against the wall. She flexed up and down on her toes. Megan bent her knees, testing the serum. It did work. She was walking clear as day.
She threw open the door and walked swiftly down the hall. A man ran out at her with a gun in hand. "Megan Carth, we don't want to hurt you—"
"Of course you don't," she said, rolling her eyes. "Do you know how painful it was to get that serum?" She grabbed the man's arm and flipped him over, twisting his arm behind his back. Megan pulled him up and pushed him against the wall. She leaned in close to his head. "I don't work for you," she whispered into his ear. She threw him on the ground and he hit his head on the concrete floor, knocking him out cold. "But thank you for the Avengers Injection anyway," she hissed.
Megan went through several more guards before reaching the door. She turned back and looked at everything she had done. There had to be at least a dozen agents on the floor either dead or knocked out. She leaned down and picked up a pair of sunglasses that fell off of the closest agent. She put the on and walked out the door. She walked out into the streets of New York. The base was hidden in the middle of a city. Clever. Everyone would be much to busy to give it a second thought. She walked down the sidewalk and cut corners through and ally.
Megan saw a mirror sitting on top of a trashcan. She stopped and looked into it. She glared at her own reflection. She was an adult, no doubt about it. She looked as much like an adult as the Avengers did. Her hair, once purely black, was black at the top which faded into brown. The brown faded into blonde and the blonde transitioned into red tips. She took off her sunglasses and looked into her own eyes. They were green still, but less vibrantly. There was a blue ring outside the green and golden flecks throughout the irises. Megan glared at her reflection for a moment longer before yelling and punching the glass, making it shatter.
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