The door slides open, and a concerned Strange steps through.
'Stark called me, said it's important?' He asks, his cloak trailing behind him.
'Watch this.' I grab the flower pot that was delivered to me, and throw it to the wall. It smashes in to pieces, and Strange knits his brow. My muscles in my arm tense up, and I hold up my palm. The flower pot reassembled itself, crawls back up the wall, and flies in to my hand.
Looking to Strange, he was grinning from ear to ear. I ask, intently watching his facial expression.
'What the fu-?'
He glares at me, he hates that I use profanity.
'...What the hell is happening?'
I rephrase my question, and he softens his stone-cold glare.
'Well. It appears Wong was right about you.' He steps to the pane of glass, signalling something to them. The pane slides down, revealing all of the avengers standing behind the glass.
'Wong's always right. You should know that, Mr. Strange.' I ignore the people smiling and staring at us.
'I know, I know. I just thought it was too soon to train you.' He takes his cloak off, and it just stands there, occasionally mirroring his actions.
'Train me? You said that you would only train the person that you could pass all your knowledge too.' I quote our first meeting, all those years ago. He looks at the ceiling, and sighs heavily.
'Do you really need me to explain?'
Furrowing my brow, I stare at him. He heaved.
'I'm choosing you, kid.' I blink. Me?
'Shouldn't you be choosing a genius or something?' I gesture to the Avengers, who were watching intensely.
'When Steve Rodgers was chosen as Captain America, he wasn't exactly strong. Right?' He explains, stepping away from the pane.
'No, he was a dumbass according to Bucky's conversations with Clint.' I reference the recon mission I was sent on. Bucky and Clint exchange confused glances, and Steve looked a bit offended.
'Well, its for knowledge like that I'm choosing you. You can have all the toys and money, and be strong and powerful. But you, your biggest strength is this. You've never relied on money, have you?'
He taps his temple, and tilts his head down for me to answer.
Sitting up, I look at my scarred arm.
'I mean.. I guess?' He smiles sincerely at me, before turning to Stark.
'I'll be away for 4 months, try not to get her near-killed again.'
He exited the room, as I called after him.
'Say hi to Wong for me!'
His voice echoed back.
'Will do, kid.'
The Avengers awkwardly shuffled in to the room. Clint, Bruce, Steve, Bucky and Oliver in the back, Wanda, Natasha, Damien, Ashley, Peter and Tony in the front.
I cut through the silence.
'It's been great, sitting in a isolated room for 4 days, really. But I really must be going, awfully sad it has to be this way.' Confidently pushing myself off the bed, my bloodstained bodysuit stuck to my skin. Every single one of my scars was in their view, Oliver asks.
'Where are you going?' I turn, my hand still on the door frame.
'Rage is a great motivation. Might go fuck up a couple of HYDRA moles, might even do a crime sweep.' Stark cuts me off, anger and stress overruling his tone.
'You're just a kid!' I roll my eyes, staring at everyone of them, and coldly growl.
'That didn't stop you last time.' Grabbing my jaw mask, I take one last look at them all, their eyes pleading me to stay. My eyes lock with Peter's, and he shakes his head. Clenching my jaw, I grip my mask tighter. Snarling, I clasp my mask to my jaw,
'See you on the other side.'
Turning sharply, I exit the room, running my tired fingers through my hair.
The fresh New York air made me feel different. Something inside of me just felt free. I check my phone, finally unblocking all of the contacts. Several buzzes came from the phone, as Stark texted me madly.
Y/N you get your ass back here this instant
Answer me, young lady
I can see you reading these
I gave you that phone!
Sighing, I reply back, channeling all of my emotions in one text.
Fuck off.
Immediately shutting off the phone, I begin walking down the street. People stare at me, my jaw mask was a bit weird, so I understood why.
Wind winded around the corners, as I entered the poorer side of New York. Away from Avengers Tower, away from The Sanctum, away from everyone.
A man stumbled out from around a corner, shouting irritated to no one.
'Venom, I swear to god, I'm turning us around and we're helping that kid! He fell off his bike because of us!'
He swept his feet around, and jogged back in the alleyway. Confused and intrigued, I followed them.
The man had brown hair, and was panting. The Kid lay on the pavement, a nasty gash on his arm. The Man frantically tried to stop the bleeding, but was only making it worse.
'Come on... I'm not taking you to hospital kid...' the man muttered, scrubbing at the dripping blood. I felt the need to step in.
'You're making it worse.' My dead voice spoke, as the man froze.
'Who are you?' His voice had fear and panic.
'I'm no one to be afraid of, I can take care of the kid. I like your jacket by the way.' I console him, and he takes a worried step back. Analysing the kid, I ask him a question.
'So, how's your day been, sir?'
'My day? Yeah, it's been uh, eventful.' I heard him whisper under his breath, his voice suddenly deep and gravelly
'We should make friends with this young one. She seems useful.'
I ignore the whisper, and finish cleaning the kid's wound. He was a young boy, around 13 or 14, probably sneaking out. His bike
laid next to him, completely broken. Taking a deep breathe, I take a step back, and nervously ask the man.
'What I'm about to do, please don't tell too many people about.'
His head goes down, his eyes mad with curiosity, and he speaks.
'We- I mean I, won't say anything.'
I hold out the palm of my hand, and the bike goes backwards in time, and I run forward to catch it just before it swerves. The man shakily takes a step back, pointing at me then to the bike.
'You- you just did- that...' I laugh, worn out from the focus it required. I return the bike to the now awake kid, who was petrified. Handing him the bike, he sprints around the corner. Watching to make sure he got away alright, I turn to the now sort of calm man.
'My names y/n l/n, I can tell you're not exactly normal either.'
He gulps, before extending him hand.
'Eddie Brock, this is Venom.' A black liquid skull appears behind him.
'Nice to meet you, young one.'
Smiling gently, I shake Eddie's hand.
'Thanks Mr. Venom and Mr. Brock. Glad to find someone who doesn't pass out at this.' I gesture to my hand. He laughs wearily, still looking a bit anxious.
'Glad to find someone who will actually speak to me.'
I spent the rest of the night with Eddie, or Mr. Brock. He was really nice once he trusted me. A bit worried at times, but he called Venom 'A lethal five year old', which made Venom call him a Pussy. They were definitely some of the best people I've seen in a while.
We were walking along the street, when several screams rung through the worn buildings. In synchronisation, we both sprinted to the scene, where five men with guns were aiming at a group of young kids.
'Mr. Brock, we have to help them!' I whisper to him, readying my fists.
'Yeah, ok, you hear that Venom?' He whispers to black liquid, and he suddenly gets consumed by Venom. The dark, gravelly voice called out.
'Copy.' Lunging at the men, I take down two, the gunshots banging against my ear drums. Flipping over them, I grab their head, and crash it in to the cold concrete. Letting Venom take care of the rest, I race to the group of terrified but relieved teens.
'Everyone ok?' I pretty much yell at them, trying to distract them from the shouts behind me. They nod, checking themselves for cuts and bruises.
'Ok, thanks for being cool, now get out of here!' I tell them, rushing them off the scene.
Eddie stumbles out of Venom, yelling to me.
'Kid, we've got reporters!'
Snapping back around, I see several cameras trained on to me and Eddie. Racing to cover Eddie's identity, I hear a familiar voice growl to me.
'Y/n...' It was Tony Stark.
Not turning back around, Eddie whispers.
'That was Tony Stark!'
'Yep.' He stares at me, as I start to pick up the pace.
'Y/N! STOP RIGHT NOW!'
He follows suit, as we start sprinting away. We cut the corner, and stood, hands on knees.
'Y/n. That was Iron-Man.'
'Yeah, that sure was.' I pant back. Anticipating the worst, I feel him pet my head.
'It's... fine, kid. You don't have to explain. We trust you.'
I fling my arms around his torso, he probably had no idea how much it meant to me. He stiffened, but his arms wrapped around me.
'You know, I've never really been a Father-Figure.' He admitted, as I pulled away.
'Well, you've done a better job than most of the ones I've had.'
I breathed, hearing the sirens roar behind us.
'That's a start.'
'Mr. Brock, do you want to know why Tony Stark and The Avengers are probably tracking us down?'
He widens his eyes, as Venom appears behind him.
'The Avengers? As in The Avengers?' I nod, as Venom interjects.
'We would like to know.'
Staring at the floor, I tell them all about HYDRA, the Team, the break in to the tower, and everything in between then and now.
'And there you have it. Next thing you know, a man was stumbling around the corner yelling about helping a kid who just fell off his bike.' I smile at the thought of our meeting. Eddie wipes his brow, and exhaled deeply.
'Jesus, kid, you've really been through hell.' Shrugging, I respond casually, as we walked away from the sirens.
'It sucked at first, but it's in the past now.' Eddie nodded, and agreed.
'I bet. Kid, I'll see you around, my friend is calling me.'
'Mr. Brock, here's my phone number.' I thrust my phone in to his hand, and he quickly notes down the numbers. He smiles wearily at me, as I wave him goodbye.
'See you around Mr. Brock. Thank you for helping me, Mr. Venom.'
Eddie laughed at the name I gave Venom.
'It's been great, kid.'
He jogged off, and I instinctively watched to make sure he got around the corner.
Climbing up a pipe, I pull myself up a 4 story building. Overlooking the scene, what seems like a million reporters swarmed the security lines. On the actual scene itself, was Clint, Bucky, Tony, and Peter. They jogged around the scene, searching for any clue that could lead them to me or Eddie.
Amused, I watched them get more and more desperate. Sitting with my feet dangling off the roof, reporters were inching closer and closer to the scene. One even got confident enough to try and sneak on to the scene. He was escorted off by the NYPD, as he yelled questions to Stark.
What a mess.
When a reporter screams out.
'There she is! On the rooftops!'
Every single person at the scene snapped to me. Cockily, I wave to Tony, before jumping up. He scowls at me, before barking at Peter and Clint to follow me.
Laughing, I get out my phone, and text Stark.
See you on the other side
'Come on, y/n. I'm not going to hurt you.' Clint calls, standing on the other side of the roof. I stand on the edge, hands in the air.
'I never gave up hope on you guys.' I yell back, the thunderous ramble of reporters below shouting twice as loud. When they all fall silent, desperate to get a glimpse of our conversation.
'I'm sorry, kid. We just never had the time.' His voice lowers, almost guilty from what he was saying.
'I get it, the problem kid, what's the point in keeping her around, right?' Helicopters whir above us, as I slip a fake blood packet in to my bodysuit, as everyone was distracted.
'We do want you around, y/n! Come back!' Clint yells, taking a step forward. By now, Tony, Peter and Bucky were watching from the rooftop beside us.
'God, I remember purposely failing missions. Kill Bucky Barnes. Kill Steve Rodgers. I wouldn't do it, I would never kill someone who at least tried to treat me like a human.'
I pull out my gun, and Tony shrieks.
'Y/n, don't shoot him!' I shake my head, and sigh.
'I'm not shooting him.' Pulling the trigger, I feel the bullet get lodged in my vest. Just like planned, the fake blood spills out.
Several shouts and screams sounded out, as I play dead on the rooftop. Clint rushes forward, cradling my limp head in his arms.
'Oh fuck..' Someone picks me up, and practically throws me on to a stretcher. My eyes were still open, I feel the ambulance start to rush away.
Surprisingly, no one was in the ambulance. Stamping the ambulance walls with a HYDRA stamp they gave us, I prepare to escape. Hacking the heart monitor, it starts to slowly flat-line.
Finally, I tear open the ambulance door, and jumped out. Landing on my feet, I dodged and rolled over cars.
Faked my own death. Check.
Off the Avengers radar. Check.
Now to attend my own funeral.