AN: Yep, a third. You can tell I wanted to write an Avengers fic really badly. It just was not going to happen. I do really have a love of humor though.
Untitled Avengers Fic 2
Sterile white walls, mirrored glass panels, grey metal floors, and white plastic furniture… if you could call it that. Those are the things that make up the Vault. The whole place went beyond maximum security prison. It was closer to being a place where you put the dangerously insane and left them there to rot. No one escaped. No one was freed. This was the place you went to die.
Of course, normal people didn't come here. Only the most violent, destructive, and horrid freaks found themselves as one of the Vault's occupants. In my case I was just temperamental, slightly violent when provoked, and of course a freak of nature. Oh, and we can't forget the part about me being fucking batshit insane. Right, they made the last part up. Not that it matters in the end. I was stuck here so I played the crazy card for them.
I'm not crazy. I just saw something the normal people decided didn't exist. They didn't see it when I did, so I must be crazy. Of course, that leads us to where I am now. Where am I you ask? I have no fucking clue. I was blindfolded and they slapped the so called limiter cuffs on me. They were supposed to keep me from using my powers, but I'd never been bored enough to test if they really did or not. I just knew I was no longer at the Vault and I was surrounded by people I didn't know. I couldn't see shit, but I could smell them.
"Sir, why exactly did you call us here?" Someone asked. I couldn't make out a smell to go with the voice. That was how I had decided to separate the voices from each other. So, no smell threw me off from the start of things. This wasn't going to work.
"Yeah, other than your obvious obsession with blindfolding helpless young girls. Which is creepy." Alcohol wafted from the direction of that voice. Gross.
"Do you mind keeping your thoughts to yourself for once Stark?" Someone snapped. "As for why you are here, I called you all together because we have a new threat on our hands."
"I take it that it has something to do with the girl, sir?" A female voice this time.
"It does, though she isn't the threat for once in her life." The angry man spoke again.
"Hey!" I snapped. "I take offence to that. I was never a threat to begin with." As I tried to speak again I found myself gagged. That had better not be a dirty sock or so help me I'll really go crazy!
"We do not need your input Miss Lunaries." Said the angry man. The conversation continued on without me. Soon enough, the subject of what the threat was came up and I didn't have to wait any longer to have the blindfold taken off.
What I saw first was a very large T.V. screen. Then a picture showed up. The second I saw it I choked behind the gag and forced my chair to flip backwards onto the floor. They waited to see if I would try to get away, but I just laid there. I didn't want to see the very thing that got me put in the Vault in the first place. The bastard creature that no one else had been able to see. I didn't even want to think about that day.
I soon realized that I was surrounded by people I didn't know. Some that looked like they would shoot me if I moved wrong and others that didn't look like the kind of people that had the heart to kill. I didn't belong here. I was nothing like these people.