The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 17

They cut me and used me, all for their experiments. They injected needles into me and made me fight. They taught me how to kill with my surroundings, and then, they made me do it. I was 9. A year after I had been taken. They took me to a room, and sitting in a chair was a blonde haired girl, maybe 5 years old.

"Kill her."

"What?"

"Kill her."

"No."

"Did you talk back?" The man came up to hit me.

"No sir."

"Then kill her." He left the room, not before glaring at me. A warning. The girl was crying, I was too. And before I could think, I raised the gun, and shot her. The scream was deafening, drilling into my ears. The blood was splattered against the wall, and the scream was ringing in my ears.

Nat's POV
I could see where she was coming from. We were the same in many ways. I had them too, the nightmares. She was worried, scared not just of Hydra, of herself. I heard a clanging in the vents. Clint dropped out of them. I put a finger to my lips.

"Oh. Everyone is wondering where Cami is."

"Tell them she's sleeping."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Her memories. They come in nightmares, and she's scared to fall asleep."

"She doesn't deserve this."

"I know. I'm worried about her." We sat talking for a little, eventually it got late, and we were about to fall asleep. And she woke up. Screaming.

Cami's POV
Just like I said. Screaming. I felt arms around me and I freaked. Kicking to get out.

"Cami! Cami! Calm down!" It was Nat. Just Nat. I slowly calmed down. My heart was beating a million miles a second and my breaths were quick. Nat hugged me and I melted into her arms. I whimpered, remembering the screams. Then I noticed Clint.

"Why's he here?"

"They're worried about you. He came to find you. You wanna tell me?"

"Um. I-I she. I killed her." I whispered.

"Who Cami?"

"It's Amelia."

"What?"

"My name is Amelia."

"That's what you wanna be called?" I nodded.
"Ok Amelia, what happened."

"Before I got my powers, they made me fight. Train. And, they took me into a room, with a little girl. He told me to kill her, and if I didn't, he would punish me. So I did. I did. I killed her Nat." I was broken down at this point.

"Shh. Ok ok. It's ok." I melted into her arms, sobbing.

"I told you. I told you I would wake up screaming."

"That you did." We sat there, Clint had somehow joined the hug. "You think you're ready to go back to sleep?" I nodded. It was 1 am, I couldn't stay up for another 6 hours. So she sang again, and I fell back to sleep.

"Harder! Harder! Harder!" I punched the bag till it flew off the chain. They were training me harder. Getting ready for something. Through the weeks I was cut, bruised and tortured. They made me kill 5 more people, the screams would forever scar my brain. But now they finished, and I was put into the capsule, bleeding and hurt, with fog all around me. After, I was thrown back into my room and I blacked out. When I woke up I was dragged out, and into a room, pinning me down. I threw them off, amazed, but then Bucky came in. He pinned me against a wall and the man said that I was now Acquire. Then the brand was pushed into me, and I blacked out. When I woke up they dragged me back  again.

"What do you want?" I was done with this.

"Oh Acquire, don't you know?" I looked at him confused. "You have superpowers." I was shocked. Yes I had thrown those people off, but I thought that was adrenaline or something.

"What?"

"Camouflage, super strength, and you can conjure blades." My mouth was gaping open, what was I supposed to say to that. "Now, time for you to train." He threw me in the room, and I looked around, eyes eventually falling in a man with a metal arm.

"Acquire."

"You. You're the one who killed my parents." I stormed toward him, throwing a punch to his face. He caught it, but I swiped a leg under his feet.

"Impressive." I just glared at him. He killed my parents, there was no way I was trusting him. "Now, you're training with me, show me your powers."

"How? I just figured out I got them this second."

"Well then you're weak." Weak? That was out of line. Then he chuckled. "Ok anger then. Good job."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your eye was red. I guess it changes based on emotions. Well you're gonna have to do better than that, otherwise you'll end up like your parents." I felt a cold thing slide into my hand. I stormed up to him, pressing the dagger to his neck.

"You have no right to talk about them like that." I growled. Then I realized what had happened. I dropped the dagger in shock.

"Nice. You were also phasing in and out of camouflage. We'll work again tomorrow." Then he left, and I was dragged back to my room.

I woke up with sweat dripping down my back. At first I panicked, I couldn't find Nat anywhere. I shot up out of bed, looking around desperately.

"Woah woah. I'm right here. Calm the orange eye down." I breathed a sigh of relief. I was in the tower, I was not with Hydra. My shaky breaths slowly calmed down.

"What time is it?"

"It time for lunch!" (Oh gosh why have I done this?) I swung my head over to Clint. He was doing jazz hands. "No? Ok nope nevermind." I let out a laugh.

"What the heck just happened?"