Am I a Monster?

CHAPTER ONE

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOTRDSS:

I'm back! this is a rewrite of a past project that I had abandoned due to Covid and lack of brain cells. Let's hope that I don't lose intrest in this project of mine!

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 923

Elsa shut the door with her foot, carrying two bags of groceries for the week. An exhausted sigh escaped her mouth at the silence that filled with dingy apartment, located in the poorer parts of New York. Despite the fact that the twenty one year old college student was raising her sickly high school student sister on a fixed income, the sad apartment was fixed up to the best of their ability. The thin walls were decorated with blankets to keep the warmth in, the sagging bookshelf was crammed full with textbooks and cheap adventure novels, the outdated kitchen had a fresh tray of double chocolate chip cookies on the counter and a damp towel was neatly folded next to the stove.

All in all, the two sisters did the best that they could with what little they had access to.

"Hey," Anna, her little sister, greeted with a weak smile over from the couch, where she was working on her chemistry homework. "How were classes?"

"Alright," smiled the pale blonde with a small smile. "I'm just happy that winter break starts next week. Speaking of which- I went and got you another blankie." She reached into one of the grocery bags and pulled out a fuzzy fleece blanket in hot pink and electric purple.

"Thank you!" Anna happily squealed, snatching the blankie from her sister and promptly wrapping herself in a warm cocoon.

"Well with how easily you get cold, I just figured that I should just wrap you up in blankies and have myself a little Anna burrito," Elsa teased her said with a laugh. "Especially with Paul being such a grade A sleazebag excuse of a landlord and flat out refusing to fix the heating system."

"Yeah." All that could be seen of Anna were her eyes and nose, causing for Elsa to reach across and tap her little sister on the nose.

"Speaking of which, how are you on medication?" Elsa asked as she began to put the groceries away. "Do I need to go out and make a drug store run?"

"I don't think so- my inhaler is half full," Anna said, taking her glasses of to scrub at her eyes. "But I think I'm coming down with another ear infection and a head cold."

Elsa groaned under her breath as she figured the cost of the medicines that Anna would require to get to her bubbly self once more.

"I'm so sorry Elsa," Anna apologized. "I truly don't mean to be so sick all the time." Elsa didn't have to look to see her sister was trying not to cry.

"I know you don't," Elsa took out a saucepan that had seen better days. "Does chicken noodle soup sound good for tonight?" Anna nodded, setting her homework aside as she curled up into a little ball to keep herself warm.

"Oh Elsa, before I forget, you got a letter today," Anna said in an excited voice. "Had to sign for it and everything. I put it on our bed. it has an official looking seal- who do you think it's from?"

Elsa smiled her thanks through a mouthful of food before standing to place her now empty bowl into the sink. She entered the only bedroom in the crap excuse of an apartment and immediately saw the letter- an official looking envelope of heavy cream colored parchment.

"Well, well, well… what have we here?" Elsa muttered, eyeballing the otherwise innocuous white envelope- MissElsaArendelle it was addressed to in stern typewriter's font. 1450WestSnowHillDrive, #237, NewYorkNY, 00097 was addressed underneath her name, making her anxiety skyrocket for some unknown reason.

Elsa was shaking as she used her gloved thumbnail to peel the flap open and pulled out a single sheet of paper, the same font from the front of the envelope. Elsa took in the bolded header, which had STARKINDUSTRIES stamped in a simplistic stylist font.

Elsa eyeballed the cream colored letter envelope as she set her backpack onto the rickety chair next to the sisters' shared chest of drawers. She continued to read, her hands trembling as her pale blue eyes took in the words that were scattered across the page. Elsa could literally feel her face losing all color as she closed her eyes, forcing herself to take a deep breath of air.

I should have been more careful, she scolded herself, thinking back to that day when she had interrupted a mugging between a pimply faced teenaged young man and a heavily pregnant woman.

Dear Miss Arendelle, the letter read.

Your unique abilities have recently come to the attention of the Avengers, as well as your current living situation. Mr. Stark would like to propose a simple deal: you come and work for the Avengers Initiative, and in return, you will get put onto the team's medical insurance, which will cover all of your sister's medical expenses- visits to her cardiologist, audiologist and her ear nose throat doctors, all her medications including her asthma inhaler and her pacemaker and any furture surgeries that she may require.

I'm also including my phone number in case you have any questions at all.

Anothny Stark

Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist.

(571) 998-7850