Not In The Script: MCU Adjacent

Not In The Script... Yet

Everyone sees Marvel as entertainment. For me, it's survival. My entire life, Ive been glued to a screen watching something of the MCU. I always thought maybe I could be my own super hero. Or that one of them would come save me.

My dad says I don't deserve to live under this roof. Ironically, he makes me clean every crevice like some slave. He thinks I'm the reason my mom died. As if he didn't force her to become pregnant so my dashing brother wouldn't be alone. He went full Wicked on her. He's the reason shes dead, I'm just the result of it.

My bedroom is the only place I can truly breathe. Just 4 walls filled to the brim with Marvel drawings. My twin bed in the corner and a window with broken blinds. The only fun thing in my possession is LED lights; which I brought with the birthday money he "forgot" to give me. The ass whooping was so worth it.

The room next to mine contains "Golden Boy". The son my father wanted and tried to duplicate. Hes averaged a C since kindergarten and plays on JV football as a Junior. The kids a joke but hes a boy so he gets all the love. Knock Knock. "Go away Jason" I screamed at my door. "Unlock the door, Nic", he shouted back. Rolling my eyes, I get up and crack the door, "What do you want".

"Dad told me to tell you to make dinner" he explained. "He said if you didn't, he would handle you when he gets home".

"Ok well he can 'handle' me, get a TV dinner or something", I sighed about to close my door back. He put his foot in the door, " Come on can you just make dinner" he whined, as if he isn't almost a grown ass man. "Get the fuck out my door before I feed you your foot for dinner" I smiled. He rolled his eyes mumbling something under his breath. Fine it's your funeral. "And while you're at it, learn to cook for your grown ass before you go to college. If you make it"
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An hour later and the smell of burnt pizza rolls still fill my house. I hear my dad's car door close, and the horn locking the door.

Shit.

Boots stomp down the hall, stopping in front of my door. I had hoped my headphones and blanket would protect me, but then I feel my door get kicked in for the hundredth time. He grabs me by my collar and drags me to the living room. Jason has this stupid look on his face that screams my YOUNGER sister is a witch, save me daddy. Swear I fucking hate this kid.

"So you cant even cook dinner for your brother?" my Dad huffed.

"Didn't know I needed to cook for a couple of grown ass men", I shot back.

Smack.

"Wow thanks I was hoping to add to the collection"

"Nic just shut up, you're making things worse", Jason disrupted.

"OMG shut the fuck up Jason, no one asked for your opinion"

My dad grabbed my face, pulling me closer. "Talk to my son like that again and I swear to God- ".

"What are you gonna do that hasn't been done before." I huff, pulling my face away. "You're running out of ideas, Mr. Vale"

He doesn't have me call him dad. He said I haven't earned the right to call him that.

"Go to your damn room. I'll be in there in a second".

I turn around when he picks up a chair and throws it in my direction. It missed me by an inch.
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My eye still hurts but Im getting used to the pain. Ive had period cramps worse than his hits.

I pick up my phone, my hands still slightly shaking, and lay on my side. As I scroll past Bucky, Thunderbolt spoilers, and those weird Y/N scenarios, I pause the video and think.

This is probably what Stark felt. Minus the hitting. I know what it's like for your Dad to hate you. Except I don't think Howard actually hated him.

"I wish I was there." I whispered. "I don't wanna be here"

I close my eyes, ready to sleep. Then I hear this humming. Like a low growl I can feel in my chest.

I open my eyes, not understanding what I'm seeing. Shimmering and flashing colors, Magenta, Yellow, Blues. It reminds me of... Into The Spider-verse.

I feel my body begin to lift, I try to grab onto my blanket. My phone slips out of my hand has the portal pulls me closer. Panic swirls inside me, as the room I know, the room I built gets closed off.

"You know what I'm not through with-" Mr. Vale walks in. "Where the hell is she".

*

My breath catches as I hit solid floor. Blaring alarms and flashing lights surround me. The cold metal  floor pierces through my pajamas, sending a shiver down my spine. It smells like a hospital, not in a clean kind, but a sterile stench. The smell that always sent me over the edge.

Security Breach. Security Breach. All guards make your way to the Briefing Room immediately.

Theres a giant table in the middle of the room. I lift myself up and stumble towards it. I touch the hologram screen, and flinch at the emblem shooting up. An eagle. And big bold letters.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Im at... SHIELD?

Fuck.