Who is it?

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_____________Max's POV_______________
Curly, uh Bruce, dragged me through different rooms and halls until we reached what looked like a medic bay. (Is that what it is called?) He sat me down on a cushion table.
"So, how did you meet Tony and Steve?" He asked, while pulling up my sleeve.
"I was taking a rest in Central park, when... Fuck, that hurts. What the hell is that?" I interrupted myself as he sprayed a liquid on my face and arm.
"An extremely strong antiseptic spray. Please continue." He explained calmly.
"It'll be healed soon anyway, mutant you know? Anyway, that asshole came up and yelled scaring me out of my sleep. And then he tried to drag me alone with him."
"By asshole, you mean Tony, I assume." Bruce muttered, then looked up.
"Who else could it be? Who else do you and I both know who is so immature?" I scoffed.
"True, and you're all done." He spoke softly, still gripping my arm. I tore it away from him.
"Thanks," I reluctantly mumbled. He nodded but he didn't stop examining me.
"Can I-can I see your wings?" He stuttered. I glared a little.
"No examinations or touching." I glowered and stepped back into the open area. I spread my wings to as far as they could go without hitting anything.
Bruce's face morphed into amaze as he took a step forward, admiring them.
"What type of bird are you mixed with? " He asked staring.
"I don't know? Was I just going to go up to the scientist who tortured me and ask 'hey what type of bird is my DNA mixed with?'" I snapped.
"If you'd like, I- I could take a feather and figure it out." He started, taking a little step forward. I glared at him, but my curiosity won out.
"Fine," I plucked a feather out of my wing.
I stormed back to my room, just in time to hear my phone vibrate.
"Hello?"
A/N Ohhh cliffy, who was it? Please review! Chocolate chip cookies for everyone who does! Any way I have half of the next chapter already written. So anyway Coolio!

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