The author here. This is my first ever fanfiction so honestly have no idea what I am doing. Just thought I would do this as a bit of fun. I do not own Marvel. Any comments on how I can improve would be much appreciated.
Chapter 1
It had been a rough day for Ali. Her usual routine had been cut short by the alarm bell ringing to signal that the prison was under attack. This meant that she would have to make up for the beatings and injections she had missed tomorrow.
She had had a whole year to get used to this routine, but she still begged for them to stop and to let her free even though she knew it would do no good.
She was 10 years old now and only knew this because of the lines she drew each day on the wall with a small stone that scratched off the paint. She received one meal a day and that, for her, was what signalled a new day.
It had been a year, but no one had come for her. Everyone thought she was dead. But no one ever really cared about an orphan apart from her мама шпион (mamma spy). But Ali had given up hope of her finding her after a guard had showed her the news.
Family of 5 died in a terrible fire at their home. 2 adults, a 2- and 6-year-old boys and a 10-year-old girl.
The alarm bells were still ringing. They were carving a hole in her brain as the alarms in her cell were there to render her useless so she couldn't escape.
She was the only prisoner to still be herself and was the only one to be unable to be controlled. She was also the only child. All the adults were weak. They had died within the first week of tests. She had survived a year.
The walls of her cell seemed to close in on her as the alarm bells continued to ring.
This was a major attack.
She could see people running away from where she knew the main weapons room was. She heard shouting and the sound of guns as the men who had kept her imprisoned fled for their live.
Ali had had enough of the sound of the bell. She had had enough of the routine she had been forced into.
The head guard soon came to her cell and unlocked her door. She knew that she would be knocked out and relocated to a different cell in only a matter of minutes if she did nothing.
So, she did something.
She let herself release the anger and grief that she had built up inside of her for a whole year and let it out.
At this point she was not worried about the damage that she was doing or the fact that she had probably just killed this man or at the very least given him a severe case of hypothermia. All she cared about was getting out.
So, she left him frozen.
The head guard was literally frozen mid punch. Fortunately, she had hit him just in time before he had managed to knock her out. Her eyes turning an icy blue always gave her actions away.
Once he had been dealt with, she ran.
She ran away from the men that had kept her captive and ran towards the main weapons room. Towards the trouble. She would rather face down a bunch of people who had terrified her guards, than risk being kidnapped again.
Her eyes went to the icy blue that she it turned when she uses her powers. She could see 4 heat signatures. One seemed to be distorted showing that whoever they were, they were wearing some kind of armour.
Ali prepared herself for the oncoming attack that she knew was coming. She hated to fight but she had no other choice.
Three of the men had their backs to the door and were looking at the fair end of the room which displayed almost all the weapons the guards had. It was an impressive collection and took up almost half the room.
Ali darted into the room and before any of the three men had a chance to turn around, she encased them in a box of ice. She did not want to cause any more deaths than necessary. Five deaths on her conscious were five to many.
Unfortunately, she had completely forgotten about the 4th man and as she turned to walk out the back door at the far wall, she felt a pinch on the back of her neck.
Ali had had enough injections to know what was happening as she fell to the floor and promptly lost consciousness.