I can see only darkness, but it stops. As a bright light shines on my eyes I cover it with my arms but it's too bright. "So you did it." A voice behind me makes itself known. I turn around to see a white skinned man, with black hair a beard that is cleanly trimmed, he's dressed as a regular businessman with suit and red tie. His hair is slicked back and no hair is out of place. I shouldn't know this person, since I've never seen him.
"Hello... quite a while since I think you saw me."
"Eighteen years and 4 months to be precise. It's weird seeing myself."
"Yeah? I think so as well. More so when you have the biggest pair I've seen."
"I know, stupid ass hero to have a model body type of logic. I have a hot body and have to wear skintight body suit to fight crime in while looking photogenic. It's ridiculous how every picture I take I look good."
"Why not wear something baggy?"
"Because I lose speed if I run or do anything." We began chuckling until we stand there in an awkward silence.
"Why did you do it?"
"Do What?"
"Saving everyone. Going past your limits to stop a plane from crashing with a bullet wound and several explosions and burn marks on your body. Why?"
"Because I have the power to do so and the responsibility."
"No, you don't. You're not responsible for anyone."
"No, I am and I help them."
"You do know there is no need to lie to yourself."
"I do it because I can."
"NO!" I sigh to his exasperation because deep down I know why I do it, its not for them or me.
"I do it to reduce this world from pain. From the pain of loss, from losing their happiness, from small things that take the lives of people. If I stop a guy with a gun then I stop
him from commuting a crime. Stop him from killing a member of a family. I get a satisfaction from knowing I did the right thing. By knowing I saved someone." He smiled.
"But if at first you didn't want to. Why start at the age of sixteen? More So, why start at all?"
"I was forced to do it."
"You could've ignored the girl and moved on with your life; you would be someone enhanced and a regular life, enhanced and no one would know."
"But it wouldn't be right. I would be what? The next Iron Man? No; I am not that kind of person. You know that we don't do well when we stand out."
"But we secretly want to be the center of attention." He does make a valid point, I may not look like it but I want the spotlight.
"Yeah... You're right."
"Well I am you and you're a girl which means I'm always right." We share a chuckle and a silence followed us hanging on the air so thick.
"We were lonely." I can't help myself from saying that.
"No. I was lonely. But the we from now isn't. You have the chance to be part of something greater maybe get what I never could."
"I think I knew that... But Why are you here? And why are you worried about that?"
"I think it's time you had a talk with yourself regarding you. You don't worry enough about yourself always on the lookout for stopping bad guys and worrying about your work, your homework. But not yourself and that doctor helps; but you don't help yourself." I sigh.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Move on."
"Move on? How can I move on? Do I forget you? Forget my family?"
"Yes and no."
"What? I was not such a little shit in giving information." He sighed.
"Its obvious."
"No it isn't, you're telling me to forget myself. My family."
"They are not your family, our family. They moved on. It's been eighteen years since we died. They forgave each other shortly after you died. They remember you, you brother has a family now, one boy named after you. Your mother is now old But is close to your brother now. They don't visit our grave. We're only a memory to them a memory of someone they hold dear but they're not sad you left. They relish the memories shared together. I'm sure you do too when you're down."
"Yes... I still do... So I have to move on? Not clinging to our past."
"You finally get it! It took too much time."
"So I should forget you too?"
"No, since I'm you after all. Well not you but a part of you."
"I think I understand now. But I have to ask. How are we talking?" He face palmed as if what I just said was the stupidest thing ever.
"Which part of you carried a plane, not only carried. You were the breaks of said plane as you also carried it as it landed. If you haven't noticed you almost died. Actually you partially died."
"Wait Wat?"
"Your heart did stop for like 3 seconds. You're talking to me because of that. I'm what you can call a remnant of your soul. I did move onto the afterlife you well… you're here."
"I'm dead!?"
"Kind of." He motioned with his hand in a more or less fashion. I'm freaking out! An avenger for what 3 months, and I died. Until he began laughing which is something I didn't do.
"I'm messing with you. It's time to go back. Also beware the back pains and monthly visits from the red sea."
"Mature." He took a step forward and shoved me pushing me and making me lose balance. "Wake up." We said at the same time as I felt like falling, the rush made me return to my senses like a punch to the face.
I open my eyes but, my eyes are foggy I can't really focus on anything what I first notice is that I'm in a white room. Looking to my left I can see Bruce sitting reading a book, he seems awake and Maria sitting beside me looking at the television. I muster up what first comes to mind.
"Hey." I say in a forced voice, and sore throat he jumps in fright his book going into the air and Maria jolted turning her head to me.
"Cindy! Thank God you're awake you scared me so much."
"I'll… get… the rest." Bruce ran out but returned a second later after yelling something I quite didn't understand a minute later which felt like eternity but Maria said nothing as she held my left hand. Doctor Cho entered the room.
"Miss Moon, how do you feel?"
"Water?" Bruce took a plastic cup and handed it to Maria who placed it near my lips
"Here." She said as she poured water, I began drinking.
"Take it easy." I obeyed and drank slowly until my ribs hurt a bit, I cleared my throat and my ribs hurt once again.
"So doc... How bad?" She sighed at my attempted humor.
"Do you want to hear the good news or bad news?"
"Bad news."
"Alright so I'll start from the worse. Two vertebrae are as if a coke can bent inward those are on your thoracic spine vertebrae ten and eleven." I winced. "You have both ribs six and twelve broken, while four, five, ten and eleven are cracked. You should technically be dead you lifted a weight of a commercial airplane that is around a hundred tons of force under you and yet you kept it and didn't die."
"Thanks."
"Moving on; your feet have both third degree burns but with the medicine that were using and hopefully with my tech, you will heal from this just stay off your feet. You have your left wrist fractured in two places, as well as your left hand both index and middle finger, you pulled your muscles in both shoulders and legs, as well as a dislocated right shoulder we set it in place and to top it all off, your secret identity is out as well." I sighed.
"Yeah I knew that last bit... And the good news?"
"Well during the procedures we discovered that your body is healing. Which by normal standards it shouldn't; as of right now we expect that you will make a full recovery in one month, if you take it easy." She said as she placed the folder in a nearby table. "I'm sure you can still attend classes but you will need help or an automatic wheelchair. Or online."
"I think I can go to school. I won't miss school for simple scratches."
"Miss Moon these are not simple scratches." She reprimanded me as well as the glare Maria sent my way made me shrink.
"I know... Doc when can I walk?"
"In around two weeks usually it takes three months at least, but with the treatment… it should speed it up. Just stay off your feet, and under no circumstances you are allowed to stand until I say so."
"Fine. I'm hungry I ran out of web so I need to eat. Alright, doctor Cho what can I eat?"
"Anything except things with too much fat." I groaned.
"But those are the best ones, how about I switch out the salad for a double burger with lettuce instead of bread?"
"That's still a burger."
"Its a matter of perspective."
"No it isn't. You need carbohydrates not fat." She sighed loudly. "Cindy I'm aware of your dietary habits and your increased metabolism so we will take into account that."
"So… Can I order something?"
"Sure, only from this menu." I took the menu from her hands; turns out I can order a special sandwich. Whatever that is.
"I want this, I want two, no, Three, but wait maybe four and add fries."
"She'll have two. Tell the one in charge of that ignore her order of fries."
"Sure thing." Doctor Cho left the room. Not even a minute later Fury entered the room I can also see Natasha, Clint and Steve behind him. "You're finally awake. It took you too damn long."
"Glad to hear from you paternal figure number one."
"You're welcome. Now I told you to leave it to me, and then you go out there and stop a terrorist who is enhanced. He blew up half of Queens with you in it."
"I did get hit by those, well most of them."
"You're not helping your case." Clint chimed in.
"You also made an international flight crash land into one of the most important airports because a plane that you and him were in crashed into it mid air. Then you held the plane together with you acting as the brakes which the plane broke. Now answer. Who in their right mind does that?" I couldn't really answer but it clicked on me.
"A superhero." He threw his hands in the air while Clint, Natasha and Steve smiled lightly and proudly.
"A superhero she says. Fine, then let me recap. You made a party in avengers tower, that was a mess."
"Maybe we should make even more parties."
"Don't, just, don't." He pointed at me I shut myself up. "You saved three hundred and fifty eight people. You also made us owe the amount of five million for a new plane."
"Sorry..."
"You're lucky Brown was on the most wanted worldwide. Which means the government paid that amount. But you made a scene which got recorded."
"Can I watch it?" He rubbed his temple in irritation I think his face is red in anger, but I can't really tell. I can only tell he's stressed.
"You destroyed the runway of a main airport of America, the security council already did a background check on you. They found nothing aside from a hospital bill and your school records. I have been in more conferences about you, than about the avengers initiative."
"Why?"
"Secretary Pierce tells me: how did someone like you; went under our radar for years. What they don't know is that I hid you from them."
"Why bring this now?"
"They want you to be part of Shield."
"That's… that can't happen. Not up for it."
"Everyone in the council says that, but you're under 21."
"But I'm 18. I can do my choices."
"According to them you can't, they say you're too powerful to be kept unchecked."
"Too powerful? The fu-" I felt the glare from Steve and Clint all the way here. "-Hell, I meant hell."
"You can bench press an SUV."
"They don't need me; they need another lackey to their beck and call. Like those three." I pointed at them with my head. "No offence." Steve grumbled in annoyance.
"Yes, also I have kept you under wraps. Closely. We will have to talk to them to decide what to do with you. I will reveal that I monitored you for 6 months after that I know you can convince them to let you work there."
"Well, I'm technically working with Stark Industries."
"Didn't they say that she could work as a liaison between the Avengers and the NYPD?"
"That could work for her, but didn't she took the courses."
"Umm, she is here. Don't talk like I'm not here."
"And we care, but let the adults talk."
"..." I couldn't say anything.
"She didn't attend the course. She's supposed to be at one right now, but turns out little Miss superhero stopped an international terrorist."
"Well, he had my secret identity and I had to stop him."
"Yes, now, tomorrow you have the meeting. Since I learned that you have a few broken bones."
"Ha, a few." I received a smack on my shoulder.
"Ouch! What the hell? You're on my team."
"I am, but you're being a smartass."
"She does have a big one." Natasha's comment took me off guard. I felt my face heat up.
"Don't talk about my butt... please." She chuckled at my answer.
"Now, you will have to think carefully as to what to answer and prepare for questions they might give you. They will try to rope you into Shield, but you're an avenger."
"They agreed that no avenger can set foot on an active combat zone. Unless it becomes a worldwide threat."
"That is true but you work for Shield. Stark is on his own as well as Rhodes who works in the military and making a transition to us. Banner is someone that can't be touched by any branch. But you, a vigilante who has worked in lowering crime rates, can lift vehicles, dodge bullets and has the smarts in tech is too valuable to them."
"So what do we do?"
"We plan."
"Also. Here." Steve placed my backpack on my good leg because the other one is still healing.
"What?"
"I had to go to your school and get your homework and projects. They said if any doubt you can send an email to the addresses we wrote in your notebook."
"You didn't have to. Really. You didn't. Like. AT ALL." I replied in disgust. He only chuckled as he left the room which he motioned for Clint and Nat to follow, which they did Maria followed after.
"Now, since you're in such a rush to do something. Then we have to plan what will we talk about the how to defend your current life."
"Why are you so caring?"
"Because I don't want you near the death of people, either delivered by your hand or because someone above made an order."
"You also care about me."
"Yes... Now we have to talk about Pierce." 'He's a traitor.' "He's a good friend but he is ruthless."
"Am I not supposed to shove the fact that they nuked American soil?"
"Yes, but preferably don't." He said as he took a seat, we planned talked about arguments, counter arguments, closures and stepping your foot down. Using the nuke argument as a last resort.
After 3 tense hours, I was left to do my own stuff if I took the courses ASAP. Meaning I go to school to the police academy and then patrol and then homework then sleep rinse and repeat.
But I had to make a public statement, good thing that my healing factor worked overtime in making me leave the bed in the second week and by the third I was given the all clear but with little to none using my strength to lift things. Which brought me here. Standing in a podium in a conference room in Avengers tower. I am dressed in a fancy suit that Pepper had to buy. I am really uncomfortable; the formal shirt is way too tight. But after seeing tons of news about me and where I come from, thanks to Fury no one found out where I actually came from only found a hospital bill from when I was four, from an accident, also that I was vaccinated, that I attended college at fifteen and that's it.
"Good morning, I am here to make a statement about a member of the avengers who had a secret identity. But after her great effort to take down an international terrorist and arms dealer as well as saving a plane full of people holding it down as it landed and avoided the dead of thousands of people by landing the plane with her own two hands. I am proud to present a good friend and a hero. Cindy Moon." Pepper said as she motioned towards me since I was backstage. I placed my short hair behind my ear and walked up to the stage.
Flashes and cameras taking pictures took me by surprise as I step in on the stage. 'Focus.' I repeat in my head as I shake peppers hand and lets me take the podium with a small microphone. Taking a deep breath.
"Hello everyone." No noise can be heard as my voice fills the entire room. "As you probably know, my name is Cindy Moon I am eighteen years old." Flashes of cameras snapped at my face. I decided not to react and only blink.
"Before I answer any questions, let me tell you of a little girl." I took a pause to make it clear no one is to interrupt. "This girl, she doesn't come from a big family line of heroes, or geniuses. She's a little girl that was abandoned to her luck minutes after she was born." I paused to look at the reactions some did by their eyes widening.
"She was left abandoned as a baby outside a fire department. Which she was later found by a dog by the name of Cindy. That dog proceeded to call the attention of the captain of that fire department. Who later decided to name the girl as Cindy as the baby had no letter detailing information." I paused to catch my breath.
"If it's isn't obvious, that girl is me. I grew up in an orphanage in the state of New York. While growing up in that place I can only call it as hard and... Lonely. But at first I resented the world. How could people who are meant to love you no matter what...abandon you to your luck." I looked around even the ones taking pictures stopped. "I grew up in a rundown orphanage, I never leaned the meaning of family, I didn't have a father or mother figure. I grew up in loneliness, trusting no one except myself. By the time I was six I knew I would never get adopted; and during my sixteen years living there I faced and failed interviews with potential families, cried myself to sleep many, many nights." I can see the clear shock of people as I speak. "You may ask yourself, how she became what she is?.. Well, it's not easy to answer but while looking at kids crying because they were abandoned, kids who lost their parents I felt the need to help them. I held girls that wanted a shoulder to cry on. I helped little boys stop crying out in pain by telling them to remember those happy and cherished moments in their lives that everything isn't as bleak as it seemed." A hand went up, I raised my eyebrow but I saw it was a kid, a little girl with my previous mask.
"Miss Silk." A microphone was placed near her.
"Hello, I remember you. You were on the plane." She didn't tell me her name but I do remember her. She blushed heavily.
"Why did you become a superhero?" A good question.
"That's a really good question. I save lives so people can experience happiness with the ones they care about and not be lonely. I do it because it's the right thing to do I had the power to help and decided that if I didn't help, people would suffer. I learned that no matter what you do, if it's the right thing you have to do it. A superhero can't stand for injustice or bullying; you stand and fight it head on." The little girl seemed like my words hit home as she smiled. Turning my head to the crowd.
"... I had above average intellect and an eidetic memory. So I skipped a few grades in school. By thirteen I built an arc reactor out of scrap, spoons and a used car battery; by fifteen I was starting college and by eighteen I helped in saving the city from an alien invasion and stopping an international terrorist." People actually clapped at that. "I can now take questions." I pointed at random since everyone raised their hands.
"In which part of New York did you grow up?"
"I will not say from where I am due to their safety." I pointed at another.
"J. Jonah Jameson reporter from the daily bugle." I felt a smile on my face from that. "Is it true that you had to pay rent above the standardized law as well as living in the streets while going to community college?"
"I... I'm actually surprised you know that. But yes, I lived in the streets for around 3 to four months due to rent being raised above what I could work for. I worked in Stark industries tech support department for three years, while studying and doing my best at helping people. I did it's actually really hard. That's why I have made several anonymous donations to homeless shelters for expansion and more housing for people."
"But why? From what I gathered you live in a warehouse on the outside of Queens which is now property of Stark industries. Why didn't you-"
"Because, my previous landlord was not a good person, by raising rent out of nowhere without notice. I couldn't arrive to those shelters because I had work and help people as well as school. It was a juggling act, all while trying to keep a separate identity from the one I have or more precisely had." He nodded as he wrote down certain parts in a notepad. Other hands went up.
"Why did you keep your identity secret?"
"Because I was looking to having a normal life, I wore baggy shirts and pants as well as a wig to hide my hairstyle. I didn't want to stand out, blending in into the background. Making a good disguise, the shy girl who never stood out. But now I have to no longer keep appearances, I now have to deal with everything and accept myself no longer hide in the shadows." I point at another one.
"What will the police do now that your identity is out?"
"Well, I've come with an agreement with the world security council which gave me a pardon but I insisted that I get a punishment since while I did good, I had to pay for doing what I did. So I will be doing community service by working together with the NYPD only after I go to several courses and take an exam where I would be graded and know the laws and procedures police officers use so I can respond accordingly. But I won't act as a police officer but as a liaison from the Avengers to the NYPD to ensure the safety of citizens." People began clapping after that statement. Out of the corner of my eye Pepper gives me the signal for one last question.
"One last question." I say and reporters begin talking one over the other. I point at the one that seems the most excited and hadn't signaled before.
"Are you curious about finding your real family?" I don't really want to answer but one thing I know is that.
"I don't..." I was not expecting that question. Steeling myself and taking a deep breath. "I am not interested in finding out who my real family is. Even if a small part inside of me wants to know, I don't really want to know because I have been by myself most of my life... No further questions." I said as I motioned for Pepper to take stage again. I left the stage and sighed out loud as I made my way out.
"Thank you all for coming any further questions can be answered-" Like that I was out of earshot from the conference. 'At least it's Sunday... but tomorrow it's a new day and... School.' I take out my phone and check to see if anyone is playing. Which to my surprise Detox is playing.
'Hey, you up for ranked duo?' I sent a message as I entered the elevator that Tony allows us to use and pressed the floor to my apartment. Feeling tired of the world I waited for the elevator to arrive to my apartment and I walking and in just removed my bra through my shirt and throwing it at random because god damn are those things uncomfortable and damn that kind heart Pepper has to buy me one, only problem is that the bra was a few sizes too small stupid ass thing was D-34 to my dismay I might be
D-40 or D - 42.
I really should just rot my brain watching TV but... actually that sounds nice, public speaking is tiring. Quickly typing a message 'Nvm.' I crashed partially face first on my couch and turned on the TV to see halfway through Pirates of the Caribbean, I think the fourth one. Just reclined myself lying down.
After about half an hour I changed positions and got myself popcorn. 'If my girlfriend could actually be here... Stupid ass Shield Hydra bs that keeps her away.' I grumbled as
I took a handful of popcorn and shoved it down my mouth. But that brings me to a question. 'Should I do something?' The universe decided that a jerk with the power of foresight wanted to blackmail me. He was never mentioned in movies or comics.
'Does something want me to be distracted as to not say anything? I think I have to talk with Doctor Curtis about this.'
"Miss Moon, you have an incoming call from Mister Stark."
"Sup Tony."
"Hey kid."
"I am an adult."
"So you say. So I heard you have to take it easy for one week which gives me a week to work on your stuff. Do you want to work on this?"
"Nah, I'm tired right now. Go crazy with everything." I answered not really caring as I kept eating popcorn.
"Alright then, you heard her Jarvis."
"See you later Tony." I hung up and kept watching the movie until it ended. I checked my phone to see the contact with Maria's name and a picture of her and me hugging with one arm. 'It is kinda late. She should be available.' I dialed the phone and she picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, I saw the interview."
"What did you think?"
"I think you looked gorgeous, and pretty hot."
"Why thank you. But anything else you might want to say?"
"That your chest looked like it was about to burst through." I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Not my fault that the shirt was a size shorter."
"A size?"
"Babe, I still don't understand how or why you ear bras. Those things are so uncomfortable."
"Well, to lower your hate towards bras, you could go to a store and buy a few that are your actual size."
"But..."
"I know you hate shopping but... I do as well. Any friends that could help you since I am kinda busy."
"Are you free right now?"
"Yeah, Fury let me off early. After all I think he was just as tired from the meeting. How did that go?"
"Ugh, those old goats wanted me to be a soldier."
"Its not that bad."
"Well, from my point of view, I don't want to be a soldier that is bound to work for shield. Not saying anything but I'm eighteen, I don't want to drop everything to become one shield agent bound to active duty. I want my freedom." 'Besides they want something from me, especially with Pierce. He wants to get my DNA for some reason or another.'
"We could see each other more often."
"That is true. BUT with Fury backing me up, I told them in the kindest way possible to fuck right off, they nuked New York. Who the hell does that?"
"The security council who doubted the director of shield."
"Exactly, they acted before knowing we were saving the city. I gave them facts of how a bomb of that magnitude works. They relented after that."
"That's great." She didn't sound too pleased. But the sound of her phone being called pulled my attention as it interrupted our call.
"Is your phone ringing?"
"Yeah, its fury." I feel cheated that he calls her for everything but its her job.
"You might want to answer that, because he's Nick Fury and you answer his first call." I say in an annoyed tone.
"I'm sorry but if he's calling me it's urgent. So I will have to..."
"It's okay. You have to, it's your job after all."
"I'll be there next weekend, promise."
"All, right. I miss you."
"I miss you too." I feel so cheesy doing this but.
"I miss you more... hello?" I turn to my phone to see the call ended. "Oh. Maybe that was too much on my end. Maybe I shouldn't've said that. I decided to get some sleep, after all I'm tired. As I walked towards my room my phone pinged and saw the message from Tito. 'Didn't see it, sry.'
'Np, its late and I have to get some sleep.'
'See ya then.' I took a quick shower and with pjs lied down on my bed thinking about the past few months, how I went from nothing to everything, from privacy to public. I ended up dreaming something pleasant as I finally let go of my past and I think I can live like this. Maybe listen for once to Doctor Curtis, but I believe I could be myself without bothering to remember and then came it came into my mind... I have school tomorrow... oh shit.
DBZfan45: thanks for the support! I'm glad you're enjoying the story as much as I do writing it.
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Shadowjab17 I'll be answering your reviews by the paragraph. First off, the first 3 chapters are bad, I know but I don't really mind that you think this. Calling my story bad is up to you; because 228 people like the story. (Contrary to your 13 stories with a mediocre amount of follows.)
Yes there are mistakes in the chapter but I didn't have a beta at the time. I've asked but they don't answer or flat out ghost on me. Also there can be excuses that are valid, while it's true that English isn't my first language I've been speaking it for over 20 years fluently as well as having perfect scores on all if my English subjects all the way until my last english class in college. While true the capitalising is incorrect in some form or another writing them "shield" and "SHIELD." Are different IF they're spoken or thought. I don't pour out my soul, I write because it's fun and entertaining to me.
I did made the mistake of making her stand out and superpowered, but while yes its an "unoriginal pity OC" that it hurt you because of the unoriginality (hope you actually got hurt.) The fact that my character was bullied makes it seem like the character was able to overcome difficulties in her early life. Yes, I did fail in making the story and reader know her feeling; I skimmed over that part. My bad.
Let me give you statistics, but you might not understand them. 2000 - 2012 had the highest amounts of reports regarding bullying cases. (Important fact by the way.) Not only had a third of student population was bullied, targets were mainly loners, black people and you guessed it foreigners or people with foreig traits mainly Asians and Latin Americans due to the conflict over in Latin America and the previous conflict in Afghanistan. It wasn't until 2012 that several action plans were set in motion to reduce bullying. That means that up until 2012 some thing was done to prevent bullying not stop it but lower the rates. Also public schools they're not fun and games, you can get stabbed if you look in the wrong direction.
Also she's smart because she dedicated herself, she was a college graduate with a degree and a mastery, before being reborn. She's smart because of that and the powers came from being chosen.
I've ranted long enough, I read a bit of a story of yours. You definitely wrote it with you feet, good grammar but a really bad pacing and phrasing in some areas. Also there is a big bar on the keyboard, it's called space bar it helps separating words. Just fyi.
You say my writing needs work? Pot meet kettle, your last paragraph of a review was just as crappily written as you claim my story is.
It's okay if you won't read this story, while I hope you realize that saying crap and judging because you don't like it and doing it in a rude manner.
You just have to point out what I did wrong the right way, not nitpicking or saying how much it bored you and hurt you.
To me, you're nothing but someone who lacks judgement and intelligence to leave a review. There are some things that I thank you for pointing out in your review such as characterisation, interactions, research, etc. but insulting my story and writting, it's not right.
Anyway sorry if you guys had to read that, but one thing I hate are people who claim being better when they aren't. I suppose I might be acting childish against a reviewer, but I honestly don't care. I'm proud of my work and enjoy rereading it.
Well it doesn't matter, what's done is done.
Also on another note seeing as there is a big discrepancy between number of readers and visitors from chapter 1 to 3 I will rewrite them. Right now I've rewritten chapter 1 and halfway through chapter 2. I will let you guys know that it will make more sense once you guys read them. I will change the origin, give an insight on her powers, one her social life, and lastly hardships in the orphanage.
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Post credits scene.
One man logging in to a computer that is clearly advanced as it was only a hologram the man with calloused fingers dressed in a gray expensive suit, his hair neatly combed, not a hair out of place. The symbol that inspired fanatism accross Germany during the times The Red Skull was the head of that division in the army of the greatest evil mankind ever saw. the screen flickered until another man dressed in a lab coat appeared beside the man with a tablet in hand.
"Mr. Secretary."
"Doctor, tell me of the girl."
"Well she is powerful. But we can't really touch her, not anymore. After all Brown failed."
"Yes he was always overconfident, do you think she's related to that crazy scientist that we used to have?"
"The one who tried to expose us?"
"Yes, that woman who experimented on herself after we rejected her funds."
"She was too smart for her own good. Well not really smart enough. But she is related according to the DNA we have on file."
"And we slipped, Fury hid her. Somehow he knew if she was adopted she would've been found and captured."
"She would've been a good addition to our ranks. That much strength and agility, she could've been the perfect powerhouse. We could've been in control of a few countries by now."
"Indeed, but no use to cry over a spilled drink. Did you collect any DNA?"
"Yes, but the damage done to it is not enough to do anything with it, we also haven't been able to acquire anything from her. She's too well guarded in her routine; she's too strong to fight someone who could fight her. I would need a lot of blood, even bone marrow and a lot of other types of samples."
"So, it would be impossible… fine close the file and mark this as a failed experiment."
"What about the mother? We could use her somehow."
"No, she's too much of an addict to ever be useful once again. She can't even think straight anymore. Her body is too rotten by chemicals. Just keep placing the monthly amount we established for her and make sure she's still a junkie, hopefully she dies soon bringing her and our secrets to her grave."
"Understood, Director Pierce."
"Thank you, Doctor List." With that the call ends and the screen the director uses lit up as a file with the picture of the ex-vigilante and Avenger labeled as Project Spider now has a red stamp with 'FAILED' on top of the document. The file got sent to a folder with the rest of the failed experiments. "Maybe we could use the mother… yes… that could be an option. But it might be too complicated, or not?" With that the director rubbed his chin as he thought of different types of strategies in order to get more super soldiers on their side. After all every note the mother left behind are too well ciphered to be decrypted.