The Avengers are at a loss when they realize more people are coming out with powers. Incredible powers. Powers that regular laws can't deal with. That's why when Marissa breaks into Stark Towers they need to do something or any enhanced kid could come waltzing in any time they want. It's the regular team and Vision but Pietro and Wanda are with Hydra so doesn't follow the timeline.
Rated T for language and violence
"What are you all excited about?" Julie whispered, nudging my shoulder.
"Nothing," I grinned, bouncing on the balls of my feet. She rolled her eyes, electing to pay attention instead of dealing with my nonsense. It should be against the law to have math last period. The walls were coated in poorly drawn self-portraits and the teacher certainly wasn't enough to keep my attention- I just assumed I'd be stuck forever until the final bell finally rang.
Shoving pencils and paper in my backpack haphazard I jumped to my feet, all but sprinting to the door. Ignoring some pointed comment about having somewhere to be I exploded outside. The sudden light hit me like a slap, forcing me to squint through the bright haze.
Cars dotted the parking lot and a slow line pulled up to the main entrance. Among those was an unmarked black car, matching perfectly to the description Steve gave me. Steve, could I call him Steve? The description Captain gave me. Everything was a euphoric buzz.
Hesitantly approaching the driver peered over dark shades, cracking down the window to address me.
"Marissa Nedini?"
Nodding I smiled, clambering into the back seat. Hugging my backpack to my chest I glanced out the window.
"Wait, Stark Towers is on Park Avenue," I squinted, "Why are we going… downtown?"
The driver didn't answer and I blinked in confusion. Oh! This is a test. For the training. Smirking to myself I disappeared, reaching for my seatbelt.
Without looking the driver pulled a gun out of the cup holder, aiming it at the back seat. Frowning I reappeared, everything clicking together. I'd been stupid. Real stupid.
"Who are you?" my voice wavered and I hated myself for it.
He didn't answer, as I should've expected, so I looked around the car. It was completely unremarkable, black upholstery, black paint. The only thing letting you know it was in use were the keys in the ignition and the gun in the cup holder.
Next I eyed the driver. Pretty strong I guess, short cropped brown hair. A hat on his head and shades on his eyes. Squinting through the gap in the front seat I blanched. On the back of his neck a circle of burned skin stood out raw and red. Clearly displayed in the center was a skull and six protruding tentacles.
No, no, no, no no. I dug into my backpack looking for a weapon, anything. All I came out with was a pen and half a pack of gum. Hyperventilating I collapsed back in my chair. How could I have been so unbelievably stupid? Clenching and unclenching my hands I shook my head. My power was useless. I was never going to see my family again. All sorts of dark thoughts swirled in my head. I didn't know where I was going but it seemed to be a safe assumption that it would hurt.
I tried to spend my energy memorizing the streets but halfway down East Nineteenth I was completely lost. We drove for so long- the display clock read six when we finally pulled to a stop. We were beyond New York City, bright lights and giant skyscrapers no more than a dream. Instead we were greeted with a huge gray building. Endless dirt marked the way we came and forest dominated the other.
Men in hats and sunglasses and more guns than arms swarmed our car, roughly pulling me out of my seat. Gloved hands grabbed my arms, my shoulders- pushing on my back and digging into my sides. I begged for them to stop and a hand cut across my face, sharp and clear. Blinking white out of my vision I was quiet as they dropped a sack over my head. I was quiet as so many hands pushed and prodded me who knows where. I tried to feel around, my hands grazing smooth walls until they were shoved behind me and held there.
Everything went so still so fast I could hardly tell it'd stopped- like after a rollercoaster when the ground's still throwing you around. Hesitantly I lifted the sack over my head, gasping in relief to be free of the choking darkness and damp smell. Turning around I addressed my new surroundings. Grey concrete walls dominated my view, as plain as the grey concrete floor. Doing a one eighty I was surprised by the third wall, completely made out of glass, or at least some sort of plastic. Surprised, but not nearly as surprised as I was when my vision locked with eyes like ice and hair like snow.
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The Avengers are at a loss when they realize more people are coming out with powers. Incredible powers. Powers that regular laws can't deal with. That's why when Marissa breaks into Stark Towers they need to do something or any enhanced kid could come waltzing in any time they want. It's the regular team and Vision but Pietro and Wanda are with Hydra so doesn't follow the timeline.
Rated T for language and violence