Chapter 13

Stupid. The one word formed in my mind. How could I thought I could fight him, it was all just one big trick. Well ta-da Hydra! You trick worked! I'm in ruins now, mascara was running down my cheeks, I was bleeding badly out of my left leg, I had dirty and blood soaked hands. The least of my worries. 10/10 Hydra! Would fight again. Great fun for the whole family, especially if all of you want to die.

Right now, I want to.

Because it's all my fault.

And I regret everything.

But the point is i've cried all my tears, i drained my emotions, I no longer feel. I was hollow like an empty bottle of beer. Controlling electricity! What a fat load of good that was!

I stood up, ignoring the pain in my left leg. Stretching out my arms I shouted, "you've done the worst your worst Hydra!" I laughed, a cold vacant laughed. "Might as well finish the job! I've got nothing left inside!"

That was it at that moment I felt a weight lifted of my shoulders. I was no longer a hero, no longer the 'good guy', I wasn't here to save all the innocent victims.

In this case, I was the victim. I wanted to be saved, to be whisked away by the smooth blonde haired, good-looking man. In this case- death.

And in the remains of what once a home for many; I waited for the end to come.

I hated this.

… 1 hour earlier…

I loved this! Playing the hero, saving the civilians, stopping the baddie's and saving lives. I felt like a 'mary-sue' or whatever, but who cared. Perfection was excellent.

Letting out a blast of blue lightning, I smiled. Never before have I had fun kicking people's asses nor sassing the crap out of them. Adrenaline shot through me like a motorbike as I blasted out the electricity throwing the pitiful henchmen against the floor.

Grey skies covered the crammed street and litter blew past my feet. My trainers scuffed the solid concrete as I spun around constantly taking people down.

Suddenly I felt something hard hit my back sending the air straight out of me. I collapsed to the floor, scratching my now smirk-less face. I gasped for air whilst fiddling around for my knife in my back pocket. I looked up to see who my attacker was.

"Shifter," I snarled, letting out a wolf like growl.

Fury blazed in the short man's hazel eyes, His clenched fist and pale palms were sweat ridden. The once robotic like man had finally let out an emotion, anger.

I climbed to my feet and swung my right arm at his thigh. He swiftly dodged my blow and quickly changed his blood red shield to a knife, one matching my own. He swung a equally more powerful blow back at me, it barely missed my face. I bent underneath the knife, as if I was playing a game of limbo, And kicked him in the balls sending him down on his knees. I wasted no time time and kicked him with the head without hesitation. I heard his knife fall to the floor and his eyes went a milky white colour.

I took a step back, "hey? Hey? Are you okay?" He didn't reply, in fact he was hardly breathing. Was he breathing, I couldn't tell.

I breathed slowly, ignoring my stinging shoulder, and looked down at my hands. Covered in blood that wasn't my own. I felt wet drops on my face, I wiped them away quickly and turned my back to the crumpled figure. The battle was raging around me, I ignored it.

"I killed a person," I muttered quietly to no one in particular, "I killed someone! I watched them die in front of me and it was my fault!"

"Keep on dreaming," I whipped around to see the 'Shifter' standing 5 feet away from me, blood pouring out the side of his head.

"But-"

He raced towards me before I could finish my sentence. His knife dug into my leg before I could react, I cried out tears filling my eyes. I fired a bolt at him sending him sprawling back a few feet. He stood back on his feet as quick as light and changed his blood soaked knife into a rifle.

He carefully aimed the muzzle at my chest. I realised I had no chance of escape from this, i'd already lost a lot of blood because of the wound in my leg. I had no chance of running away from what fate had in store for me. I heard a click and a shuffle of feet And I shut my eyes tighter than I ever had before. I covered my chest with my hands and sighed.

A loud blast rang in my ears and I opened my eyes to see a bright blue forcefield surrounding me.

"What? How?" The Shifter stuttered.

"My thoughts exactly," I responded with a hint of humor in my tone, "Wait." I whispered to myself.

I pressed my hands together and it shrank into a small bulb shaped forcefield, it was so small it fit into the two gaps between the gaps in my hands. I moved it and it followed my right hand. I pressed it against my gaping wound on my left leg. Instantly it became almost a bandage, wrapping around my left leg.

I grinned and turned back to the Shifter, "now to deal with you."

"Stop!" A loud gasp shook the battle ground. I whipped around to find the source of the echoing voice. Many of the Avengers were doing the same and even a few of the hydra soldiers were.

I placed myself next to Josh, the blonde boy glanced at me but said nothing.

"Don't asked what happened," I shrugged.

"I think all your wounds explain it perfectly," He pointed out.

"Ha," I giggled wishing I wasn't so awkward.

"Hand her over!" The booming voice called again.

"Who?" Tony called.

"I think you know who I'm talking about."

I flinched, "What do you want?"

"Come into the flat at the end of the street," The voice spoke calmly, "Then we'll talk."

"And you expect me to believe you?" I folded my arms across my chest, attempting to hide my fear by looking relaxed.

"I don't expect you to believe me, I expect you to be there." The voice almost snarled.

I didn't say anything.

"You have 5 minutes to make your decision."

I turned to the rest of the Avengers and before one of them could say a word I blurted out: "I'm going in!"

A rush of furious comments told me they did not like that decision (LIke the youtube comment section- I just ruined this whole story I'm sorry)

"You can't!" Cried Tony.

"You could die!" Clint and Natasha both said at the same time.

"They'll take you away!" Steve shook his head.

"I have too you won't understand why, but I have to!" I insisted desperately with a hint of misery in my tone.

"Have you made your decision?" The voice echoed again.

"Yes," I said not letting the others interrupt.

"Okay."

I walked past Josh, "I'm going to beat the shit out of him."

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AN: Yep okay chapter but lots of plot development. I'm trying to update this more (It's near finishing so I want it complete)