Hey Guys ... So I am really really sorry for not updating for ages! Please dont hate me :O
On the upside, here is a short chapter so I dont feel as bad! xx
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I was swimming in darkness. I couldn't make out where I was, or what I was doing. There was nothing but black. My body felt numb and when I tried to move my arm I was unable to. Somewhere behind me I heard a door slam and the loud thumping of feet running on the marble floor before they came to a stop beside me.
"Eleanor? Eleanor, can you hear me?" It was Clint, and as much as I tried to answer I couldn't. I knew this was normal, but each and every time it frustrated me more and more. Pain shot through my body as a pair of strong arms circled around me and drew me into their body, lifting me into the air. We had only travelled a few meters, past murmured whispers from the others, when everything came rushing back.
Ignoring the pain I knew I would experience when I hit the ground, I braced myself before rolling out of the arms that were holding me. Pain washed through my body as I struggled to my feet, pushing away the arm that was trying to assist me. As I finally opened my eyes my vision was swimming and I began coughing.
"Eleanor?" This time Tony tried to get a response and I held out my hand telling him to wait.
"I'm okay," I gasped, leaning my back against the wall, my head in my hands. To be perfectly honest, I knew I truly wasn't okay. I didn't know what was wrong with me, or why this was happening. I only know that I need to find answers.
2 weeks later
"You're a curious case, Miss Lucas," Fury said, observing me from the window of the small room. "Tell me the truth."
"About what?" I asked from the corner where I sat, still a little weak from my episode two weeks ago. Fury told me he had answers as to why it happens to me, why they occur. However, he still hasn't told me yet.
"About whom you are," he answered, his eyes never leaving mine.
For a second I pondered my answer, letting my thoughts wander. "My name is Eleanor Lucas," I answered, knowing Fury wanted more, more which I was still unwilling to give. "If I recall correctly, you have information to give me?" I reminded him of his promise. Upon hearing my question his demeanor sagged for a moment, before the emotions were once again washed off his face and he was unfazed once more.
"You're father was a great man, Eleanor. But he was evil at heart. Before his death he successfully recreated a version of Stark's serum. We have reason to believe you were his test subject. If you want more information, I suggest you go and talk to the captain. I believe he knows more than what he is letting on." I sat, unmoving, watching as he left the room, furious at him for leaving me. I couldn't ask Steve. I couldn't bring myself to face him. Not after last time.
As much as I had tried not to, I somehow found myself standing at the entrance to the gym, observing the white shirted man who attacked the punching bag in front of me. I don't know if he knew I was there, but some twisted part of me decided to test it, decided to make him even more annoyed with me than what he already was. I was half a meter away from his unaware back when he stopped his punching, only to swing his fist towards me. I barely had time to duck, spinning my body around behind him and taking a defensive stance. My focus was on his hands, however, and I wasn't ready when his leg swung around this time, knocking my feet out from underneath me and knocking my body to the floor. Before I could push myself up his knee was pushing on my back, holding me to the floor for a moment before he pushed himself up, offering me a hand and pulling me to my feet. He offered no apology as he reached for his bag, ready to walk out without an explanation.
"Steve? What the hell was that!?" I shouted, glaring at him, clenching and unclenching my hands by my side.
"You wanted answers, didn't you? I just proved to you that you're different. No normal eighteen year old girl would be able to do that," Steve explained, the shadow of a smirk outlined on his face.
"You could have hurt me!"
"I hardly touched you."
"You're a jerk, Steve Rogers," I hissed at him, going to push past him to leave when his strong hand gripped my upper arm.
"You know nothing about who I am," he whispered; hurt flashing briefly through his eyes before they went back to glaring at me.
"Well maybe I want to," I replied, swallowing nervously when I became acutely aware of how close our faces were. He was silent for a moment before he released his grip of my arm, turning away from me and muttering something I couldn't make out. Before I could ask him to repeat himself, a great creak echoed throughout the ship. There was a short silence, before an explosion ripped through the carrier, a bright red colour passing in front of my eyes.
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Cliffhanger ... Oops! Hope it's okay! xx