_ Seven months, Three days, and Six hours since leaving _
Alias: Torri Reevs
Hair color/eye color: Black/brown
"Tori." I hear from behind me. I turn, resisting the urge to try and move my eye contacts. After leaving, I had destroyed every trace of me. I dye my hair once a week to black, the easiest color to dye it too. I've never been a fan of it, but it keeps me with a low profile. I can't always use my magic. I took a million dollars from my bank account and now I'm renting an apartment in Oregon. My friend, Ben, appears behind me. We're in the supermarket. I smile at him, before looking through the grapes again. Lifting the heaviest bag so far, I set it in my basket as he stands beside me.
"Look at this." He pants, holding his phone out. Looking at the screen, I falter a little bit at the headline. "Youngest Stark Presumed Dead." I hand the phone back to him. He shakes his head. "It's horrible. Tony Stark has been searching non-stop. Even the Avengers are falling apart from his attitude. The news says-"
"Don't believe the news." I say, moving down the aisle to the checkout. He follows me, silent. Over the last months, I've been comparing everything about myself to Anthony. Due to our parents both having brown eyes like Antony, it's only a one percent chance that I could get blue, grey is nearly impossible. My hair is completely different. It's inherited. Only Mutants could have this occurrence. I've been thinking more and more about the possibility of being adopted. The thought has always been worming in my mind, but when I left it exploded. It haunts me. We have the same nose, but mine is more 'delicate'. That's how we look the same. There is a possibility we're Fraternal twins, but I doubt it. He's taller than me by half an inch, he's muscly and I'm lithe and I have just enough muscles. We're completely different. He enjoys his life drinking and fiddling with machines, and I love the life I've joined into.
I set my cart on the counter, letting it roll to the woman. While waiting, I look outside happily. When she clears her throat, I hand her a one hundred dollar bill, cleanly stating for her to keep he change. She got an extra forty two dollars. Ben and I make our way out. I'm holding two paper bags while Ben is keeping his hands in his pockets. He always smells good, don't get he wrong, but I get tired of it. He smells like overripe apples. The good thing is over the seven months, with no distractions, I can use each of my senses even better, and I can cut one off if I need too. I'm blindfolded? I can make my hearing amplified by not using any sight, or my smell. It's very handy, but took me nearly four months to even get it to where I could do it more than just accidentally.
Ben and I walk in silence, with me gazing up at the sky with interest. I hold in a yelp when a hand jerks over my mouth, hot breath against my neck. Scowling, I kick backwards. Ben is being jumped by three others. I spin, taking a bottle of beer from one of the bags. I ruthlessly bash the man in the temple. He drops to the ground. I launch myself at on of the other two, Ben struggling. I fight ruthlessly, throwing punches and kicks. Eventually, I'm not sure when, I summoned a knife. All I know is that I'm standing above them, bloody knife in my hand loosely. I'm panting. My hands are shaking.
I stumble back, dropping the knife. It clatters to the ground before disappearing. That's the knife that's always in a case at home. I don't know why I summoned it, and without thinking. I've never done that. I've always had to concentrate, or at least picture it. I never did. I raise my hands, staring at them in horror. I don't hear Ben, because I'm already gone.
_ Eight months, One day, and two hours since leaving_
Alias: Nikka Tean
Hair color/eye color: Blond/Natural
I play with a few strands of my blond hair, absently chewing on gum. I've moved again, this time to a cheaper apartment building in Queens. Anthony is no doubt looking further away at this point, not closer to him. I'm reading a newspaper in the middle of a busy street. Hearing aggressive voices up ahead, I lift my gaze to look over the edges of my sunglasses. A woman is yelling at a group of teens, who stole from her shop. I approach them, walking passed them. None of the clueless teens feel me taking back what they stole from the woman.
When she's done and realizes what's all missing, more than a pack of cigarettes, I hand the items to her before walking away. I don't say anything. As I'm walking back into the apartment building, I get bumped by a rowdy teen hurrying down the steps. He jerks to a stop, looking at he with wide eyes. I raise a brow, which I also dyed blond since it's violet like my original hair. He opens and closes his mouth several times, looking flustered. I smirk, but continue walking up the steps. Behind me, I hear him call out once before rushing back downwards.
"Sorry."
I make it to my apartment, unlocking it. I hear the door, one down from mine, open. "Oh, Nikka." May greets happily. I nod at her, offering a smile. She looks down the hall. "Peter has been running off lately. I have to go to work. Can you watch my place? Please, Nikka?" She asks, looking nearly fearful. I nod, letting her walk out before taking her place in the doorway. She walks down the hall and the stairs, disappearing from sight and down the stairs.
I walk through the house, excluding their bedrooms. I do this for a few hours, welcoming in Peter's friend too. Hearing a crash about an hour later from Peter's room, I stand and go over. Knocking on Peter's door, I pause to let him answer. "U-uh hang on, Aunt Ma-" He doesn't finish because I barge in. I instantly zone in on his Spider-Man suit. Instead of freaking out like his friend, I raise a brow.
"You don't hide it well." I finally say. He stares at me in shock. "You need to stick to a certain schedule. When things come up, don't just leave. Make up excuses ahead of time. Tell your aunt you're going over to your friends place," I pause to jerk my chin to his friend, staring at us in shock. "for a few days for a project for some class you guys have together. And then pretend you're going to do a late night job, like babysitting, since someone works nightshift and trusts you. If she needs to see money, I can give you some." I add, not hesitating.
Through the next few days, all is well. But then, I'm walking through the house when I hear Peter talking out loud. I shut my eyes, making my sense of hearing sharper. 'It's fine, Mr. Stark. - My neighbor gave me hints about how to sneak in and out. She even offered to pay me. - Of course not, Mr. Stark. - She's tall. Blond hair and eyes she keeps covered with sunglasses. She has some sort of condition. - Yeah, sure, Mr. Stark. - Yep! Bye.' I retract my hearing, snapping my eyes open. My heart is beating furiously. Scrambling up, I grab my jacket and shrug it on.
Peter moves from his room, opening his mouth to tell me something, though he looks slightly guilty. "Goodbye, Peter." I say, whisking out the door. I've never told him bye. I say 'Talk to you later' Or 'See ya later'. I gave him the hint he won't be seeing me again any time soon, and he picks up on it because the door doesn't fully close.
"Nikka, where are you going?" He asks. I never leave early. I look at him, reaching up and taking off my sunglasses. I reveal my one sky blue eye and my stormy grey one to compare. I smile at his shocked face softly, letting go of the knob.
"You'll be seeing me again." I say before disappearing down the stairs. Hearing him follow, I phase into a moth and cling to the ceiling. He passes by me. I revert back, going into my apartment and climbing from the window. I have to disappear, again. I sigh, enjoying the view of the sun slowly crawling over the horizon, seeing a metal suit fly into the air, barely a dot, but gaining distance. Getting closer and closer. I glare at the dot, recognizing Anthony with little effort. Shaking my head, I phase into a pigeon and glide to the street, pecking at bits of bread without eating them.
He lands feet away, but by the time his eyes search the crowd of birds for me, I'm gone. For the third time.
Ten months, - Days, - hours since leaving
It's been a little over ten months, I've lost count, and I'm finally starting to miss them. Not Anthony, but the others. Dr. Banner and his very punny jokes he rarely said, Natasha and her killer attitude. Clint and his usual playful demeanor, and how he would take cookies I made for him several at a time. Hell, I even miss Thor. Even though he was irritating at times, he was always just... there. Out here, on my own, has made me realize just how great I have it.
Sighing deeply, I stand. Taking the remaining money, I give each homeless person I come across seven thousand dollars. Enough to put a loan on a house and get a job. To restart. They all thank me. My heart swells with pride and joy. Walking down the streets eventually seeing a suit flying over the city, I since Peter told him about me it's been chaos. Phasing into a moth, I make my way to the tower.
Landing where Anthony lands to take his suit off, I phase into a mouse and scurry inside. I phase into myself. Instantly, the room brightens a bit. "Ms. Stark." JARVIS greets, but continues on. "I have alerted all of the Avengers, aside from Mr. Stark." he adds. I nod, sitting on one of the couches. The familiar scent of ice stings my nose. I can't help but smile.
"So, icecube, you've decided to stick around, hmm?" I ask. Instead of silence, I hear a low chuckle, masked by the group of Avengers that rush in, weapons drawn as they spot me. Most of them clatter to the floor. Cap stares silently along with Nat. Clint is the one who steps forward.
"Violet?"