The Hollow (An Avengers FanFiction)

Chapter Sixteen

"Listen, I don't have time for your shy bullshit! Take this before it oozes onto my boot and I throw it at the wall!" I yelled. She quickly took the bag out of fear and rushed it into a freezer. 

"H-how do you know that I-I'm friends with Sherlock?" she asked as she sighed. 

"I read your other friend's book a while back and also the words floating around you, also known as my observations," I said as removed my gloves and mask. "Finally I can breathe," I mumbled. 

Then, the sound of heavy footsteps entered the room. "Hooper! Mind lookin' at somethin' for us?" a deep crackly voice said. I turned around to see an older male with grey hair, brown eyes, an apple in hand, and a grey jacket over his shoulders. Greg Lestrade. I didn't even have to observe to know him. He worked for New Scotland Yard as a lead detective. 

"Wow, I am just running into all of Mr. Holmes's friends today," I mumbled. I was irritated with this whole situation. I was sure Shield had also sent Scotland Yard my picture and warrant. 

"There was a murder; looks like the poor lad's head was bashed in," he explained. I turned around. Now, this excited me for some reason. 

"No, Miss Hooper should stay here. I can go instead," I said. I bet you could practically see the stars in my eyes. I clenched my fists in excitement and scrunched up my knees. A murder! And the dude's head was bashed in! I don't remember ever doing or seeing someone do that!

"Who's the kid?" he asked Molly as he took a bite out of the apple. 

"I-I--" she began. 

I extended my hand out to him, "Pandora! And I want to see what this dude looks like!" He took my hand hesitantly. 

"Wh--"

"I came here to return a severed head and several other body parts that were in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street," I said. "And yes, I did just answer your question without you finishing your sentence. And yes, I am that good." 

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"Are you serious? Another one?" a female voice asked. I looked at her. She had darker skin, brown curly hair, and a thin form. I analyzed her a little more. The way she tensed when I did so, answered what I was looking for. 

I sighed. "You're wondering whether or not I really am like Sherlock Holmes," I said, "And, to answer that question, no, I'm better." Then I clapped my hands together. "Now, show me to the dude with his head bashed in!" 

We walked into the house. I grabbed some gloves that were on a dresser for the investigators and snapped them onto my hands. I ran up the stairs, analyzing quickly. I stopped when I noticed a bit of dried blood on the handrail. Since the handrail was made of redwood, then it must've been hard to spot for the normal investigators. 

"Someone get me a magnifying glass!" I yelled to the people downstairs. 

"Who is that?" an incredibly annoying voice said. I knew exactly who it was. Anderson. Of course. 

"Shut up, Anderson! No one likes stupid questions! Be useful and give me a magnifying glass!" I shouted at him. I could feel his eyes roll at me. 

"I'm not gonna listen to a--" he began but was quickly interrupted by Lestrade. 

"Just listen to him," Lestrade groaned. I was then handed a small magnifying glass. I looked up to him. This was Sherlock's.