A/N:

I recently read a crossover of Twilight and the Avengers. So, I decided I'd try my hand at writing one. This doesn't mean I'll be neglecting my other stories. More than one of them will be updated soon.

Anything pertaining to the Marvel comics and Twilight isn't mine. The storyline, plot, and any new characters are mine alone.

Also, might be staying a one-shot.

Happy Readings!

Set during New Moon:

The day felt weird. He had been acting weird, more closed off, pushing me away. Dare I say it? Less human, more vampire.

So, when he asked me to take a walk with him after school, I didn't think anything of it.

Everything with him, about him, involving him had always seemed surreal. I didn't quite understand why that is until he finally spoke.

"We need to leave Forks." He says, distantly.

"What? Why?" I ask, confused.

"It's time. Carlisle's supposed to be ten years older than he looks; people will start noticing." He states, slowly.

Making me feel utterly stupid for a moment.

"But... when?" I ask, beginning to make plans.

Now. I reel, trying to take this in. Finally -

"I'll have to think of something to tell Charlie, but I can be ready - " I spout.

"Not you. Us." He says.

"What? - no - Edward, what happened with Jasper - that was nothing." I attempted to argue.

"Nothing compared to what could happen. You don't belong in my world." He answers.

"I belong with you," I state firmly, as I could, though I can see it in his eyes. I'm fighting a losing battle.

"You don't..." He counters, shaking his head.

"I'm coming!" My voice begins to rise.

"I don't want you to come!" He yells back.

I flinch, stepping back feeling as if I've just been struck physically.

"You don't... want me…" I repeat.

The words cut me deeper than knives to cut my skin.

"No." He says, firmly.

I step back. Trying to understand this. So he does.

"I'd like to ask one favor though." He says, his voice going back to the velvety softness it had before.

I looked up, hopeful, only to get stomped down.

"Anything." I breathed.

Only he doesn't say what I thought he would. Asshole.

"Don't do anything stupid or reckless, do you understand?" He says, then adds, " ... for Charlie's sake. Just... take care of yourself."

Did he seriously just tell me I'm not good enough for him and then ask me not to do anything stupid? Who does he think he is? I stewed silently.

" I... yes... I will." I half promise.

Allowing the hurt and anger to stir.

I can see as his honey-colored eyes soften ever-so-slightly.

"Don't worry. You're human. Time heals all wounds for your kind." He states, confidently.

Yeah, no shit.

"No, this is ... don't do this. Please." I beg one last time.

I can see his eyes harden, going from liquid honey gold to a hard sharp gold.

"Try to understand. Every second with you is about restraint. You're too fragile. I'm tired of pretending to be something I'm not. Reigning myself in, so I can be with a human." He confessed.

"Then take my soul. I don't care! I don't want it without you!" I declare, feebly.

"You're not good for me, Bella." He states, harshly.

"I've let it go on for too long. I'm sorry." He says apologetically.

Tears sting my eyes. 'This can't be happening.' I think.

I realized what was going to happen now. He's leaving.

I watch as he steps forward to kiss my forehead, but I shake my head, stepping back. Allowing my anger to course through my veins.

"Don't. I don't want or need your pity." I scathed. "You lied, Edward Cullen, you used me as if I was a toy, then discarded me when you got bored. I can't say that I'll be sticking around to wait for you. You're right. I am human, and I will die someday. But now I know not to pine after something that was never mine. So, thank you. I would say, let's be friends but I don't think I want to ever be anything of yours again. So, Goodbye. Have fun with all your other distractions." I spit out, before turning around and heading back home.

As soon as I walk out of the woods, I trudge through our small backyard and head inside, slamming the door right behind me.

The anger I've contained the past year and a half seemed to bubble over, and suddenly I'm so mad I'm seeing red.

I need to get out of here. I need to leave Forks. I don't, however, want to go to Florida to my mom's house, her constant snooping will just annoy me. I don't want to do something stupid in this state of mind that I am currently in.

So, I call the one other person that's understood me. My brother, Clint.

I have to take a few minutes to calm myself before I can finally dial the right number.

I can hear his heavy breathing as he answers the phone.

"Eyas, what's wrong?" He asks, still breathing heavily.

" Clint, I need your help," I say, ignoring courtesy.

"Why? What happened? Are mom and dad alright?" He asked, concerned.

"They're fine. Look, I'm having problems living here with dad, and mom is being a pain again. I need to get away from here for a while. Would it be alright if I came to stay with you for a while?" I ask, my voice cracking.

"I'll need to get you cleared first. Give me an hour to get back to you, alright? I promise I'll call you back. In the meantime… go take a shower or something to blow some steam off." He suggests as I nod in response before I realize he can't see me and that I probably will get cleared.

"Yeah, alright," I say, before hanging up with him.

As soon as I hang up, I head up the stairs to change into my sweatpants before heading into the garage.

The punching bag that hangs in there will serve to blow a little bit of steam off meanwhile I wait for my brother to call me back.

For the next two hours, I spend my time punching the bag and kicking the bag until my anger somewhat evaporates. Not completely disappearing, but calming down enough to not do something stupid.

I hadn't realized how late it had gotten so when my dad walked into the garage, warily.

"Bells, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just blowing off some steam." I breathe, giving the bag one more punch.

"Any...any particular reason why?" He asks, leaning on the doorway.

"Nope. Just… nothing in particular. " I replied, as I took a long sip of water.

"I heard… about the Cullens leaving. Does this mean you and the Cullen boy have broken up?" He asks.

"It does," I confirm, taking the towel and wiping my neck and face.

"Do you need me to shoot him?" He offers, his mustache twitching in amusement.

"As great as that sounds, I'd rather not have you getting arrested for attempted murder," I respond as we walk back into the house.

He chuckles in response, "It's funny you actually think, I'd be arrested."

I shake my head amused, in response, before heading up the stairs to shower.

Once I am out of the shower, fully changed into a pair of leggings and a gray long sleeve, that the phone downstairs began to ring. I slowly make my way downstairs, careful to be as quiet as possible.

"Hello?" I hear Charlie answer, "Well, hello, son. How are you? How've you been, son?" He asks excitedly.

I can only feel my anxiety spike up, as I hear their responses.

"Oh..? She did, did she?" He asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at me as I finally walk into the room.

"No, she's right here. Give me a second. Yeah, it's completely fine with me. Well, you already know your sister, once she decides something there isn't much we can do to stop her." He says, "Yeah, well… here she is. We'll talk when you come to pick her up." He says, nodding and handing me the phone.

I lift my hand and reach towards it, shakingly."H-hello?" I answer.

"Eyas, pack your things. I'm coming to get you. I'll be there in four hours." He says.

"On it," I say, as we hang up.

"Bella, I'm not sure what happened between you and that Edmund fellow, but I do know you've decided to go. I trust you and your choices. I just need you to promise me something. Promise me that you'll be safe." He said.

"I promise, daddy," I say, giving him a sad smile.

"Good, now go get ready to go." He says shooing me away.

I quickly rushed up the stairs, and into my room. Quickly grabbing almost every article of clothing that I own, and shoving them into a large duffle bag. Leaving only the expensive dresses Alice has bought me. Though I do take a few pencil skirts, two blazers, a leather jacket that I bought, and my thick parkas. Then shove my flats, hats, scarves, boots, and sneakers in as well.

After my things are ready to go, I quickly change into a pair of fitted jeans, and pull on my red v-neck t-shirt before pulling my blue Captain America shield hoodie, then stepping into my navy blue Converse.

As I am just putting on my hair into a thick bun I hear the doorbell. Though, of course, it's not who I think it is, and my dad's response only confirms it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He snaps after he opens the door

A/N:

Hello, ladies and gents, if there are any... I'm so sorry I have taken so long to update this story, but know that I will be doing so soon.

I am currently editing all of my stories and this one is on the list amongst others!

Either way, enjoy and thank you for reading, following, and reviewing this story.

There is more to come, let me just fix all these mistakes first. Enjoy!