Victor.

The three of us stand there. James and Victor look at each other as if they're in a deadly staring contest while I feel like I'm about to be murdered. Only one question spins in my head,

How did he know?

I stood there, thinking on it. Then it hit me, Victor knew since this morning. I had given it away talking to the mare. I'm the reason Victor knows.

Now we're never going to leave.

I return to reality to see Victor and James sneering at each other. Victor has long finger nails and James has bone coming out of his hands. They've been arguing since we were found, but what is with the bone sticking out? I did not hear Victor or James break anything, or fight yet.

"If you want to go James, feel free to go," Victor starts obiously trying to calm James down, "but leave Raven here. She won't be good enou-"

"She's a better fighter than you bub," James snaps at Victor, "besides, she wants to go too."

Victor raises his eyebrows and turns to me, "oh really now? Let's let Raven decide, after all she is fourteen now."

James snaps his head to my direction, eyes burning in rage, "well?"

I open my mouth to answer, "I want to-" as I begin to finish my sentence, I feel a shocking pain in my chest. I gasp, holding my chest as I fall to the ground; the pain begins to crawl up my spine, getting ten times worse with every second passing. I hear a voice in the distance, I believe it is James, but I can't hear correctly. The pain makes its way up to my head. The pain worsens still. I scream out, hoping that screaming will relieve the pain. As I begin to black out, I feel something come out of my hands.

-TIMESKIP-

Over a century has passed since the night James and I tried to run away. Yes, we were successful, but not before Victor came with us. Since then, the three of us managed to fight in many "wars" James calls them. We learned that we have reduced aging, so we can probably live forever. As well as James and I having a healing factor, which explains the night I cut myself. Together, we fought for the British in 1812. I stopped fighting in 1900 when I moved to Brooklyn. I still don't know what the pain was caused by that night. Maybe someone here will know. I hear Howard Stark is a "Renaissance Man."

I walk through a high school, which James insisted I go to, because I look 16. It sucks; I'm pretty much the only girl here. By chance I come across another girl, they're just not the kind I want to be around, so I leave them alone. Plus, I don't want to be discovered as a "mutant", the U.S government despises mutants like me.

As I'm sitting on a wooden bench in the sunlight, watching the boys play a game of ball. Someone sits down right beside me. He's a pretty scrawny kid. His blonde hair is messed up and his face is bright red and he's puffing air into his lungs in short ragged breaths. His red face makes his blue eyes pop out. He's cute. Wait, what?

"ROGERS!" I hear someone come up behind him, another guy sprinting up our table. This one's got brown hair and has a bigger build. They must be friends or something. The new guy pushes me off the bench to get to his friend. Holding back some words that only James could come up with, I stand up and clean off my clue skirt and white blouse. I wish I could wear pants again.

"Do you need help?" I ask the blonde boy, he looks up at me and shakes his head. The brown boy looks at me and scowls, "you're the reason he's like this."

I glare at him, "I beg your pardon?"

He glares back giving me a sideways look, "you heard me." I can't take this crap. So I do what James would tell me to do.

I stare back, "well, is there anything I can do?"

"Get a nurse or someone from the school," is my answer. I nod and take off at a sprint, trying to find someone with medical history. After probably a minute I find the nurse and Steve, I learn the blonde guy's name is begins to breathe normally again. I smile a bit, seeing that he is alright and leave. My work is finished.

-LATER-

As the school finishes, I pack my bag and begin to walk back to my "house," which is with a family that James met while down here on a mission. The Carter Family were kind enough to welcome me into their home, even with the depression and the fact that they have a daughter of their own named Peggy. To repay this, I help out the Carters by making money busking on the streets with a flute The British gave me in 1812. I make around $2 a day, which really helps pay for things right now.

"Raven," I hear a voice, neither James nor Peggy's. I stop and look around, finding no one I continue.

"Raven," there is the voice again, almost behind me, I turn around to see Steve. Jogging towards me, I stop and let him catch up. The brunette is right behind him and quickly catches up.

Steve comes to a stop, breathing heavy, "that's your name right? Raven?"

I nod, "Yes, You're Steve right?"

"Yes, and this is Bucky," Steve points to the brunette. We nod at each other to introduce ourselves. Steve continues, "thank you,"

"For what?"

"You helped me; I can at least thank you for helping me."

"Oh...well no problem." I blush a bit, wait...I blushed? What is wrong with me? Bucky nudges Steve's shoulder, as if to remind him something.

"Oh yeah," Steve continues, "Where do y-you live?" Steve stutters a bit. I smile and tell him my address. Him and Bucky return by telling me theirs. We live a bit away from each other, well I live a ways from them. As we walk together, we learn more about each other.

"Here's my road," I say to them as I turn down the old road, "see you tomorrow I guess."

"Bye Raven," Steve says and Bucky waves. As I walk into the house and finish my work for tonight I remember all the events of the day. Then it dawned on me.

"Raven Howlett, you have feelings for a boy."
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