Christmas Eve, it was Christmas Eve tonight, and here I was. I stood on a rooftop, across the apartment of my mother and her replacement family. The whole inside was decorated in bright lights with a Christmas tree finely decorated in popcorn, beads, lights, and several decorations. That's when I saw my little sister for the first time. She looked just like mom and nothing like me. Her eyes were of the same hues of her father; a sparkling hazel.
"That could've been all of us," I muttered angrily, "We could all be opening presents together and happily laughing as I make fun of my baby sister."
We were in New Jersey. I had suggested the trip back to the States since I had told the boys we needed to lay low. I told them that Sherlock had figured out that we're FBI fugitives and it'd be best to go back where they'd least expect.
I still hadn't decided whether I was going to kill the baby of my mom and a random man or leave her alone. I had read about her. Her name was also Pandora and she was eleven. She was an average kid. She had no mental disabilities, no hoops she'd have to work to jump through.
Her raven hair was so long and thick, while mine was short and thin. I couldn't help but see how better she was than me at just being a kid. I had never gotten that, but I wanted to judge her based on how we interact tonight. She was part of a caroling group tonight and I'd meet her there.
"Bye, Mom, Dad! I'm off to carol with the neighbors!" she called as she headed out the door to go meet up with the neighbors.
She sighed as she sat herself down on a swing in a park. The little children that had also gone with had begged to play before going home and it being Christmas Eve, all of the adults agreed.
"Hey," I said as I sat down next to her. She turned her head towards me as I began swinging.
"Hey?" she questioned.
"The name's Logan," I told her, "You don't know me if that's what you're wondering."
"Oh, well, my name is Pandora," she said as she too began swinging.
"Those are some pipes you got there. I heard you caroling," I said, "Wish I could sing like that, but I guess being able to play the guitar is as far as I'll get in the music talent."
"What? I wish I could play the guitar! I've tried asking my mom to let me take lessons, but then she gets angry and tells me no," she sighed, "I eventually just stopped asking."
"My dad played the guitar. He taught me at a young age. I only recently got back into it," I informed, "But I can understand why your mom wouldn't want you to play the guitar."
"How?"
"Let's just say it's between me and her," I chuckled, "So, Pandora, what do you do for fun around here?"
"Oh, nothing really. New Jersey is really boring. We mostly look forward to Heroes Day," she says, "It's when the Avengers come by and we throw a huge party."
"So, you like superheroes?" I asked. She eagerly nodded and explained her dream of becoming one of them.
She doesn't understand! She's an idiot! Just like everybody else! All she worries about are dreams and parent issues! I screamed in my head Doesn't she understand that the Avengers are so corrupt?!
"Heh, you don't understand anything," I mumbled, "I was hoping I could spare you, but I can't when you're just like every other spoiled kid."
"What was that?" she asked as she looked down at me.
"Don't worry about it," I laughed, "Merry Christmas, Sis." I stood up from the swing and waved at her. She waved back.
"Yeah, Merry Christmas!"
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"What do you need us to do again?" Chip asked.
"All I need you to do is watch the door and alert me if anyone comes by," I told them, "This is an assassination job."
"You're going back to assassinations?" Jordan asked worriedly.
"I'm trying to find myself and if this is what I used to do, I need to do it," I told him as I picked up my bat.
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I stood on the fire escape. Jordan was on the roof and Chip was by the door. I didn't want them involved, but something felt off about tonight. I opened the window into my little sister's room, spotting even more reasons why she was the lucky one.
I glared as I saw her sleeping form. I hop onto the bed above her as I jumped up and down like a little kid. Her eyes opened slowly as they turned wide as she saw me smiling above her with a gun pointed to her head.
"Nice to see ya again, Sis," I giggled, "Now, don't scream or we'll be given coal for Christmas." She shakily nodded as I lifted her up and off of the bed.
I brought her into the living room in front of the glistening Christmas tree and forced her into a chair, quickly tied her up and gagged her. I stared at her. "You really are mom's spitting image, aren't you?"
I headed toward mom's room and shook her awake. "Mommy, I had a nightmare," I shakily told her.
"It's okay, Panda, nightmares aren't real," she tiredly said, but then she noticed the voice difference.
"Hello, mother. Did ya miss me?" I asked as I pointed the gun at her. She looked at me; there was a complete and utter terror in her eyes as she stared at me.
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I looked at the three in front of me. "Now, I am gonna remove the gags, but you can't scream or poor dad here gets shot," I told them. They whimpered as they quickly nodded. I untied the gags from around them. "Hi, mom, been a while, huh?"
"Mom, who is she? Why is she calling you mom?" Pandora quickly asked. Her eyes went wide at the questions.
"Go on, mom. You should tell her how horrible of a person you truly are!" I screamed at her, "You should tell her about how you abandoned me and your first husband for a man with more money!"
"Tell her how you distanced yourself from me because I have autism, how she only exists cause me and dad weren't good enough, and..." I said before tears quickly poured down my face.
"Mom, what is she talking about?" Pandora Jr asked.
"This is Pandora Logan, my first child," she finely muttered. Both of the other two's eyes go wide. She then looked up to me bravely. "I am the one you're angry at, so why are you bringing Mike and Panda into this?"
"Because she's a selfish brat who took everything I had from me and he's the one you left us for," I glared. I smiled when I looked down at Big Red. "You recognize this bat, don't you, mom?" I chuckled, "It was the baseball bat dad gave me, the one I murdered him with, and the one that's killed so many other trashy parents."
"You killed your father?" she asked.
"Oh, momsy, we've got so much catching up to do~" I giggled, "Like, when you abandoned me and when my mind went blank for two years. I became an assassin, mom! I've killed hundreds for cash alone! Then there was the time I was caught by the Avengers and I was forced to be one of them! Oh! Then there's the time my virginity was forcefully taken from me by a man more than four times my age!"
"In the meanwhile, you've been here! Living your perfect life with your perfect husband and perfect bastard of a daughter!" I cheered as I did a childish spin. My face then turned angry as I screamed, "The least you could've done was take me with you, but no! I would just be a stain in your perfect life!"
They shook as my voice boomed. They whimpered. "Oh, for fuck's sake! Can't you just be quiet?!" I screamed at them. The whimpering continued until I quickly shot my technical step-father in his leg.
"You know, I remember being in my temporary foster home," I sighed, "I told them that you'd come and get me, so they tried and tried to reach you, but it only ever went to voicemail."
"The last time they called, someone answered, but it wasn't you," I told her, "It was a complete stranger. You had changed your number. That was the day I gave up on my family and I ran away."
"I actually don't remember that day. I had contacted social services to ask about Pandora Logan Jones and they directed me to my foster family," I glared at her, "because I don't remember jack-shit about my life!"
"I'm sorry, Logan," my mom whimpered, "If I'd known how my actions would've affected you, I wouldn't have--"
"Yes, you would," I argued, "You know every action has consequences and yet, you cheated on your husband and abandoned your daughter."
"We were so young, Logan. We didn't know anything about being married or having a baby," she argued back.
"You knew what divorce was. You should've just divorced dad instead of stringing him along!" I yelled at her, "Stop making excuses and just admit you're a horrible person who didn't deserve everything she got and deserves to die!"
I didn't even know what I was doing. Before I knew it, my bat crashed into her skull. I heard screams and screams and I swung and swung until I heard gunshots outside in the hall and Chip's whimper.
"Chip!" I called as I ran out into the hall. Then I saw him. His smoky black hair was splayed on the ground as his slim eyes were glossed over. I looked up to see who had done this to only find the Winter Soldier and Black Widow. "What have you done?" I squeaked as I fell next to him and brought him into my lap. "Come on, Chipmunk, you gotta wake up, " I cried into his lifeless body, "It's Christmas, Chip. You gotta wake up."
I looked up to see Captain America leading Jordan. Jordan was cuffed and had several wounds. "Logan, come with us and we'll help your friend."
"What about Chip? Can you help him?" I glared at them, my vision was blurred by my tears.
"I'm sorry, " Bucky apologized.
"Fine, this life isn't worth living without them in it anyway, " I sniffled as I stood up, "Just make sure he gets a proper burial."
"Pandora Logan Jones, you are convicted with the charges of murder, framing, and illegally immigrating to Great Britain," Cap said as he forcefully turned me around and placed heavy-duty cuffs around my hands.
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"Who was that woman you killed?" Barnes asked. It was the same questions every day as I sat in my glass cage. I never answered. I just stared blankly at the people who walked in and out.
I still felt the headaches. They hurt so much, but it was nothing compared to my grief. The Avengers were such hypocrites; they killed Chip and Hydra nearly did.
"Come on, kid," Barnes sighed, "You've got to give me something. We're one in the same." I still didn't reply.
We sat in complete silence as I stared at him, trying to not let my impulses get the better of me. "I know this is hard, kid. You were brainwashed and turned into a soldier," he tried comforting me. I continued to stare blankly. "I know you probably don't remember anything about being here or training with us."
I stand up to grab a piece of paper they'd given me in case I wanted to draw something to try to remember. I grabbed the pencil and began drawing the scene as it had been burned into my memory; the night I can never forget.
I wrote a little extra at the top. Find the man who has my dress and I'll consider talking. I stared at him with furry as I showed it to him. A small opening opened in my glass cage. I shoved it toward him, but before he could retract his hand, I took a hold of his hand and squeezed until I saw a big bruise begin to form.