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The idea of family is also really big in this chapter. And it will likely be a big concept in the other chapters focusing on the others as well when they do come along.
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Chapter 6: Ava

I can hear the boys in the kitchen. Sam talking about his Sam-Cakes.

Got to play it cool, I just have to downplay last night like nothing happened and it'll be fine… totally fine.

"Now if Ms. Crazy Cat would join us!" Sam announces loudly.

Play it cool Ava, brush it off.

"I don't think Ava's feeling too well." Peter defends me.

Ok, just walk out and grab some breakfast, avoid eye contact or interaction.

"Holy moly!"Peter exclaims.

Ignore as much as possible…

I swing open the fridge and look it over. We need groceries…

Milk, at least we have milk…

I pick up the carton and instantly notice how light it is.

I'll just finish it off. No need to put just a little bit back.

I closed the fridge and open the carton drinking straight from it. We literally just did dishes yesterday and I can see the mess from breakfast out of the corner of my eye.

I know the boys are staring. Just ignore them…

I finish it off and kind of regret chugging the milk down. I burp and that's it for the guys. I'm officially scaring them.

I step on the trash cans lever to open it and drop the empty carton in. "Heh, you're out of milk." I grin as I walk out.

Today could not have started any worse than this… at least it is Saturday. No White Tiger hormones or whatever this is at school.

"Ava?" Luke calls after me. "You ok?"

"Fine. I'm going for a run." I call back to him.

A normal run around the block in a tank and gym shorts sounds like a fantasy, way too easy, what I need is a hunt.

It's calming. It's surreal, but it's perfect.

There's some smell in the air. Something… something perfect. Prey? Perhaps?

But can I hunt this smell? Of course…

It's what I do, I hunt. The smells of everything around, an all consuming flame. The sound of the wind in my ears, the feel of the air as I rush about, leaping and jumping. This is how it should be. The world around me. As it should be. Everything is just right.

I'm stalking something… does it even matter what I am stalking anymore?

Something rustles off in the distance.

My target. My prey.

I close my eyes and let the glory of the moment sink in.

The hunt is so much fun.

I push off with my back feet and fly through the air.

Time is irrelevant.

I've got my prey this time. Nowhere left to run…

I'm only inches away as something slams into me.

I'm too stunned. My mind is a hundred different places in a single instant.

I wasn't conscious. The amulet was.

Who has me? Kraven? SHIELD?

I'm frozen… I can't… my heart is pounding in my chest.

Cold fear floods me.

I'm dropped on a rooftop, my feet hit the ground and my heartbeat is all I can hear in my ears as I jump back and back up to see Peter in costume in front of me.

Not Kraven, calm down, Ava.

"Look, Tiger, for the last 24 hours you haven't been yourself." Spider-Man begins calmly once he is certain I'm paying attention to him.

"Heh? Myself? What if I told you this is 'myself'?" I challenge him. I can feel this conversation is going to end badly. "That every day I work so hard to be disciplined A-Student Ava, and resist my true instincts? Well, I'm done."

I jump down and approach Spider-Man slowly; I can feel the amulet's power rushing in my blood feeding my anger. "You guys get to be yourselves all the time. Why can't I?"

"Because 'ourselves' never went feline ferocious on you or a guy in a mouse costume, for no reason!" Spider-Man informs me, not backing down for a second. "Also, because you used my bed as a scratching post."

Right… I did do that…

It doesn't matter.

"We're a team. Family. And when something is bothering your family…" Spider-Man begins, he places a hand on my shoulder. Now is hardly the time to be so familiar.

"Family." The word hardly escapes my lips and all my mind can focus on is Newman, California; my small town, home, where my real family is. He has no idea what is going on with me. My actual family knows plenty well, we've all been through this before. We've been here. Burying our own because of the amulet I now carry on me everywhere I go.

I look back at Spider-Man, the amulet's power feels like this angry burning hatred. I'm not channeling it, I'm not controlling it. It's controlling me.

His hand is on my shoulder, I smack it off. "You're not my family! And you'll never understand me! So deal." I shove a claw in his face and then turn sharply on my heels and make for the fastest way off the rooftop.

I catch the faint scent of the other boys close by.

I can't believe them. Are they all in on this?

My ears twitch.

Are they…? They are following me.

I look down at my watch and quickly disable my tracker. Let's see them keep up with me now.

I could and should expect this from Peter. But the rest of them?

Maybe Danny might be after me for some reason concerning last night, but this is hardly his style of doing things… I think it's safe to assume no one knows that he might possibly have information.

I close my eyes and I try to get back the tranquility of hunting, being lost in my mind and unaware of what is going on… I'm trying so hard to get the mind set back so I can run away from my fear. Even if I have to fight the boys to get there.

I jump from one rooftop to the next.

My feet hardly catch the ledge and I thrust myself forwards and roll on the rooftop, stopping in a crouched down position.

I don't hear footsteps. I don't smell the team…

Did I lose them?

I pull up their trackers and look at them carefully.

Iron Fist, Power-Man, and Nova are all headed away from me. Not very fast, but… they are on the move.

I scan over the information. It's fine.

They gave up.

Right?

That's when my eyes catch it, their pulses.

All irregular for the pace they are moving. Actually, all irregular for being awake.

It's slow like they are all asleep.

"Oh, no…" I whisper.

It's so possible.

Does Kraven have them?

They can't possibly be baiting me.

Danny's maybe the other one who can manipulate his pulse. But I don't think he can.

All three of them… moving like that… all together….

They have to be bait, and I can't leave them. Kraven could turn them into his prizes if I don't show up.

I have to follow; I have to risk it to make sure they are ok.

I feel the amulet pulse. Commanding me, keep running while I have time.

But I can't, the team is too important.

I take a deep breath and stand up. Looking in the direction I had come from.

I'm going to make the first Ava Ayala decision all day. I'm going t go make sure the boys are ok.

The sun went down an hour ago, I spend all day trailing the signals from the team, never catching a glimpse of them.

But Central Park on a Saturday night? There have to be people there. Right?

What's the angle? What is Kraven thinking?

I look around the field from where I stayed hidden in the bushes.

I had already confirmed that Kraven was involved.

I can smell him, which means he also knows that I am here.

No one is around, which seems strange.

"Does anyone read me? This is Spider-Man. Your handsome team leader?" My watch comes to life.

Spider-Man? What's he doing here?

Getting himself killed?

I move in the bushes silently. He must have split up from the other three and went to Coulson or Fury.

He must also be trying to figure out where they ended up. And what happened to them.

I spot him. It's too easy. He doesn't blend well with anything

I rush forwards, knocking him to the ground in an instant. "You don't belong here!"

"Tiger! I don't know what's happening, but whatever it is, we're all involved now, like it or not!" he informs me. He keeps himself calm. He must also feel it in the air.

The tension. Something is coming.

"Stay out of it," I warn him through a hiss. I jump off of him and then disappear into the bushes once more.

I check my watch. The boys are only two minutes away, and they have hardly moved in 20 minutes.

He must have it all set up.

I don't think about how many traps I am running into, I just feel the adrenaline calling all the shots.

I'm not thinking rationally. I'm not calm and collected and focused, or anything. I'm going to get stuck in a trap. It's this gut feeling of knowing. Those things are everywhere.

The boys are on a dock near a pond.

They must be drugged.

I leap up into a tree and fly from branch to branch with graceful speed, keeping quiet as I do so. Have to keep my presence as unknown as possible.

I leap up onto a structure that is a part of the docks, like a gate to get to them.

The boys are all tied up and in a boat; the boat was tied to the dock.

I look and check my watch again, sedated, I was right about that.

I jump down to the concrete walkway.

There is no need to approach them, I can watch them from afar, Kraven won't do anything to them, and he's not after them. But, the rational part of my brain is being overshadowed by the amulet, making the impulsive commands.

"Water," I mutter. I'm being baited, but… I can't think straight. The rational part of my brain… "I hate water."

"Really? You're normally so hygienic." Spider-Man lands behind me. He's going to get himself hurt if he keeps this up.

I look around and slowly tread out onto the dock as I approach the boys. I hear something. I just can't place it…

"White Tiger! This is a trap! No!" Spider-Man shouts after me.

A force slams into my back, throwing me against the dock and landing on top of me.

"At least one member of your pack has the survival instinct," a calm voice criticizes me, "unlike yourself, drawn to the call of the wild like a moth to a flame." It's smooth and hypnotic. It's also cold and dead.

I shove Spider-Man off of me and jump to my feet. I steady myself. My hands at my sides turning into fists.

"Kraven." His name escapes my throat like a growl.

"I was going to guess Mister Señor Mustache," Spider-Man butts in, "but if you like 'Kraven.'"

"I have not come to hunt you, Spider. Take your comrades and go." Kraven says, motioning to the boat where the boys were tied up.

Yeah right, like that's going to happen.

"Not likely," Spider-Man reports.

I take a deep breath. I'm ready. Let's get this thing going. If he wants me, he's welcome to come and try to catch me.

"You hunted my father, like an animal and destroyed him!" I growl at him as I feel more of my control lost to the amulet. "Now, I will have my revenge!"

We've already lost Spider-Man. "Say what now?"

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