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Chapter 5
Mikkie POV
My name is Mikkie Sanderson.
Age: 16
Favorite Food: sandwiches
Favorite Color: light purple
Favorite Animal: deer (duh)
And I am an Avenger.
I know, I know. It all seems crazy and insane, but it's the truth. It's not a prank – I can't prank anybody, because it will backfire. (Just ask Tony. You know what, on second thought, don't. As it is, I won't be hearing the end of it anytime soon, so please, please, just save me the embarrassment of social media.)
I am about 5'7", with crayon-red hair (no joke!), been an Avenger for about one month, and have no memory whatsoever of what my life has been like the past 16 years up until a couple months ago. It's crazy, I know, and it seems impossible, but I promise to you on Tony's life that I am telling the truth: I was not brainwashed.
Things were going pretty great for me right now. I was an Avenger (fitting in quite nicely, I must say) and there wasn't much fighting or 'saving the world' as Clint put it, to be done. That only meant that we all got to stay at the tower most the time, enjoying each other's company. Sort of.
You see, when you put a group of superheroes in one big tower, things sorta kinda, well, let's just say for the sake of your sanity that it doesn't go too well. Most of the time it's not too bad – a couple pranks and threats here and there – but, everyone has bad days, including superheroes. And this day was no exception.
It had started out like any other ordinary Avenger day: Steve was on his morning "jog", Natasha and Clint were drinking their cups of… whatever they had (I think coffee), un-zombifying themselves for the day, Bruce was shuffling in to the kitchen area to find some breakfast, Tony had a bowl of cereal with something else – I'm not sure I wanna know what – and Thor was trying to make poptarts and failing. Again.
Where was I? I was still asleep, or at least trying to be. It was hard to when you have Thor destroying the toaster trying to get his poptarts back, Tony yelling at him for breaking the toaster he just bought for the 50-billionth time, and Natasha yelling at them to shut-up before she shot the both of them. I finally gave up on sleep and left to go to the kitchen. When I walked in, everyone steered clear of me.
"Whoa, what happened here? You look like death." Tony told me as I sat down with one of the poptart packages of Thor's. As I ate my hot-fudge sundae poptarts and had some orange juice, I woke up enough to answer Tony's question. Just like all the other mornings since I moved in.
"Yes, I look like death because I do not do mornings. I would still be asleep, but your poptart thingy has woken me up… yet again…" I said, using arm motions to help make my point. As I started to snooze off, I heard Tony say something like "Blame Pointbreak, he started it" before letting my head rest against the counter and my half-eaten poptart lay in my hand, and my other hand hang at my side. With the cheerful 'ding' of the elevator, my head shot up, me immediately yelling, "I'm awake!" before noticing it was only Steve coming in from his morning jog.
"Morning Sunshine, glad to see you're still alive." Tony joked.
"I would have a better chance of that if my beauty sleep was constantly being interrupted!" I sent back. Everyone else besides me and Tony rolled their eyes. This happened every morning. Tony and I shot back and forth insults to each other before everyone parted their separate ways.
Tony and Bruce went to the labs, Clint to the vents, Steve and Natasha went to the training room, which left only me and Thor. I was unofficially assigned the task of getting Thor to 'not blow up the tower' as Tony put it. I was also assigned to modernize him with technology and in return, he gave me some tips of magic.
After a couple hours it was lunch, and everybody came and ate their food of sorts for lunch, and then parted ways again. This time, Thor went with Natasha and Steve to 'spar' a little which left me in the living room. Alone. I sat down on a couch and looked at the city, relishing in the peace and quiet when I heard the noise.
It was barely audible, but that didn't keep my sensitive ears from hearing it. It was the tiniest of squeaks, like from a shoe, and then I heard the following sound of a man trying to sneak up on me. It didn't work. I jumped up and twirled around, ready to run for it. I saw the man who was there.
He was about 20-ish, blond hair, and wearing a running suit with a very nicely hidden octopus symbol by the neck. Nobody else might've noticed, but I could definitely see it – this man was from Hydra. I was only told about Hydra from the team (albeit very reluctantly) because I was a little curious. But now that I knew, it was easy to say that I was more that a little freaked. The man started coming towards me, and I did the first thing that came to mind: I ran for the kitchen.
Once I was there, I grabbed a kitchen knife and stood in my defensive stance that I was working on with Natasha. The man turned towards me, and it was very freaky the way he did it, almost like he was a robot! He lunged for me, and I slashed out, barely missing him, and the fight began.
Tony POV
"Sir, there seems to be an unknown agent attacking Miss Sanderson." Jarvis informed me while I was down in the lab with Bruce. I immediately sat up, and Bruce looked up from his workstation, with concern written all over his face. I'm sure mine wasn't much better.
"Jarvis! Show me what's happening." I called, and immediately the screens popped up, revealing the "family room" area and the kitchen area as well. We saw Mikkie, and some random guy in a jogging suit. I was about to ask why Jarvis thought he was an agent when he shifted a little and I symbol. Very unnoticeable, right by the guy's neck, and it was the only thing we were really hoping wouldn't attack Mikkie. "J, call the others and tell them they better save Mikkie before she is literally kidnapped." I looked at my Science bro. "Come on, let's go."
Mikkie POV
I was currently fighting to not get shot, seeing as the kidnapper guy had a gun, and the worst part? I couldn't even get a hit on him because he blocked my every move. Boy, am I glad I had those training days with the others, otherwise, I'm pretty I would be dead by now. He shot at me for the tenth time. Seriously guys?! Can you not hear that somebody's freaking shooting at me?! This one got a hit on me though, and it embedded itself in my leg.
I cried out in pain as I dropped to the ground. Coming up to me, Blondie pulled out a tazer and tazed me. Really? Come on people, what's with all the tazers? I thought, remembering back to when I was first captured. As my vision started going black, I heard the elevator doors open and saw, through fuzzy eyes, the Avengers trying to get me away. I felt myself being lifted up and thrown over somebody's shoulder, and then I slipped into unconsciousness.
Steve POV
Watching helplessly as Mikkie was being taken captive made me shatter. I felt like a failure, and judging the looks on everybody else's faces, I'm guessing they did too. Tony and Thor insisted on following after them, so they did, only to return shortly with bad news.
"Guys, I don't know how, but they just disappeared. Vanished." Tony said. "I had Jarvis scan for them, but we found nothing. Not even a heartbeat or body heat was found. Like I said, they vanished." We all just stared, open-mouthed, and hoped that Mikkie would be safe.
Mikkie POV
I woke up, once again, to a pounding headache. But this time, my leg was in pain too. Luckily it was bandaged up so it wouldn't bleed too bad. Hopefully.
I sat up and took in my surroundings. I was on a cot, and in a dull grey room. It was a big room too with a military green octopus thingy painted on the walls. There were many other cots in here, and as I sat up, I realized there were other people too.
They were all in jumpsuits with the same symbol as the walls and Blondie's sweatshirt in the top left part of their chests. I looked down at my clothes, and realized I was in the same outfit as everyone else. I hoped it was a female who switched my clothes, otherwise that would be embarrassing.
As I looked around the room, I noticed that there were many other creatures in here. It seems as if they experiment on people for the fun of it. Two of the people noticed me and started walking towards me. As they got closer, I realized they were actually some of the creatures I saw.
One of them had black skin (the crayon color) and had bright pink hair that was in pigtails. On her face were three pink scars, almost like gills, on each side of the face. She was carrying a little wolf plushy.
The other girl had short, dark grey hair, light grey skin, and dark grey… cat ears? She had a scar on her left eye, going straight up and down, and I noticed her eyes were yellow. I looked at the other girl's eyes, and saw that they were black where the whites were supposed to be, and her irisis were the same pink as her hair. They both looked to be the same age as me.
How did I not notice her eyes? I wondered to myself when they got up to me.
"Hi! You must be new here, what's your name?" asked pink hair. I looked at her strangely, and she suddenly got very worried. "Oh, no. You're looking at me funny; I must have something on my face. It's food, isn't it? Do I have food on my face?!" she asked cat eyes. Cat eyes just sighed and rubbed her eyes, using the back of her hand, like a cat!
"No, you don't have food on your face. She's probably looking at you funny because you're always so peppy and talkative." Not really… I thought to myself. Cat eyes looked at me apologetically. "Hi, sorry about Scribble, she's a bit of an airhead sometimes." She held out her hand to me, and I shook it. "I'm Eiko, and you've already met Scribble. She's a demon, and I'm a werecat. Half human half cat." She clairifed after she saw my confused face which immediately cleared up. "And you are?"
"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm Mikkie. Mikkie Sanderson." I told them
"So, Mikkie," Eiko asked me, "what makes you so special?"
"What?"
"Everyone here has some sort of ability they are born with or given through an experiment. What's so special about you?" Scribble clarified for me.
"Oh, that. Well, I don't know why they would want me. I mean, all I can do is turn into a deer, and I have enoclophia. It's also called the fear of crowded spaces. Nothing too special. Oh, and I was living with the Avengers for a month." I told them. They just had their jaws open, eyes wide, and Scribble looked like she might pass out.
"Y-you were living with t-the A-avengers?!" she nearly shrieked.
"Well, yeah, but I don't see the big deal. Why would they want me, a teenager who can't really do anthing super special, over one the others? Those guys are waaaaayyyyyyy more powerful than me. Why try and take me?" I started to notice the other creatures coming closer to hear our conversation. There weren't too many people in the room, but it was enough to get my mind to start freaking out. My breathing started getting shallower, and Eiko and Scribble seemed to notice this happening almost simultaneously with the people scooting closer.
"Mikkie, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Eiko asked. I shook my head.
"Too many people." Was all I said and Scribble immediately understood.
"Alright people, back up! There's nothingworth listening to here, so BACK OFF!" I gotta admit, Scribble may be an airhead sometimes, but she most definitely is very protective of people. Once everybody started backing up, I started to calm down. "Better?" she asked me. I nodded.
"Yeah, thanks. You seem to have a pretty good handle on things here, and they seem to respect you guys. Why?" My question unnerved them a little bit.
"Well, that's easy." Eiko was the one to answer. "We're the ones who've been here the longest."
"Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on. You mean to tell me that these guys captured you a long time ago and you haven't been outside ever since?!" They nodded. "What kind of jerkface does that?"
"Umm, actually, we've been in here since we were born. And they've only let us outside once, and that was when we were fifteen." Scribble corrected me.
"Well, whatever. That doesn't make it right!" I suddenly thought of something. "Wait, hold on. How do you know of the Avengers and all the outside stuff if you've been in here since you were born?"
"We've heard stories." Scribble shrugged her shoulders. "And the guards told us stuff. Actually," she leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "they tried training us, but once we heard about the indivual heroes, we knew they were waaaaayyyyyy cooler than these stupid Hydra people. And then when they became a team and defeated Loki, it just made us love them even more. Although," Scribble said, more to herself than anyone else, "I think Loki's pretty cool too, not gonna lie."
"So, why would they let you out only once and never again?"
"Oh, well, that was when we first heard about the individual heroes and were rebelling. Then we escaped outside, and they had to drug us to get us back inside. It wasn't very pretty." Eiko said.
"Okay… but wouldn't they put you all in cages of some sort?"
"Actually, they did one time, but they let us out a long time ago, hoping to earn our trust so that we would join them if we saw 'how generous they were being to us prisoners'." Eiko put air quotes to emphasize her point.
"Okay, that's it, I need to have a talk with your leader. Who's in charge?" At this they looked uneasy.
"Nobody who has seen him has come back unscathed." Scribble whispered. "That's where me and Eiko got our scars." She said, pointing to Eiko's eye and her own cheeks.
"Why?"
"It's his way of saying that we are his, and nobody else's – sorta like a brand." Eiko said.
"Exactly like a brand." I muttered.
"Speaking of which," Scribble said worriedly, "you should be getting yours soon." My heart skipped a beat. They had told me all about how they got their marks, and I was not overly excited to be getting my own.
"Well, that's too bad." I said, my face getting a determined looked to it.
"Mikkie, whatever you're thinking, stop it. It won't work, people have tried it before. They've tried it, and failed. Horribly. Besides, there's tracking devices in our suits, they've bugged the whole place, and there's cameras everywhere." Eiko warned me. I didn't listen.
"It's such a shame they went through all that trouble to keep us in, because we are breaking out." I glared at the camera trained at us and grabbed the "hidden" bug on my suit. "You heard me right." I spoke into it slowly. "We. Are. Gonna. Break. Out. And. You. CANNOT. Stop. Us."
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I am so glad I have this done, and so I hope you all enjoyed this extra long chapter I did just for you! I'm sorry if I did some stuff wrong, or if some people were a little OOC, but if that is the case, then please tell me!
Also, I have no clue what to do for their escape plan, so, if you have any ideas, please, PLEASE let me know!
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