Just My Luck (Avengers Fanfic)

The Tale of My Kidnapping 2.0

Staring out of the window of the car, I mulled about the day's events. Everything that's happened to me since waking up has been a complete disaster. Sure, some of it was my fault, but I was not prepared to take full responsibility for all events, especially not Gabe's death.

Still, I couldn't help but think, if I were at home instead of nearly dying in a hospital, would I have been able to save Gabe? What if I could've done something to help him? Maybe we wouldn't be in such a situation right now. Maybe Kevin and Maddie and everyone else in the group home wouldn't be scared of the police inside and worried about what will happen next.

Another issue that pestered my mind was that we still didn't do any improvement on the search for Peter and MJ. Bruce worked with me in order to regain my memory back, but nothing worked. I was absolutely useless.

Until now, everything I've done was unhelpful. To be honest, all I've been was a burden to the Avengers.

I could feel both Natasha and Steve glancing at me through the car mirror every half of a minute. I ignored them, focusing on my memories and thoughts rather than the present.

Steve braved, "Kim?"

I clenched my jaw. "What?"

I hoped they would leave me in peace since I needed some time to figure out everything. Most importantly, I needed to get that picture of Gabe out of my damn mind. It kept flickering over the edges of every memory, tainting my mind with darkness. 

He started, keeping his hands on the wheel as we briefly made eye contact through the mirror before I cut it off by looking outside. "I understand how you're feeling right now, and I just want to-"

"Do you, though? I don't think you do." I dug my fingernails into my skin as I kept a tight grip on my tears, making sure none could fall out. No one could understand how I felt right now- so incredibly, stressed. So much pressure. So much everything. All I wanted to do was curl up and have a good cry, but I couldn't afford to show weakness. 

Natasha tried. "Kim, we care about you. We don't want to see you in pain."

Why on earth would they care? We've only known each other for a week.

I gave out a sarcastic laugh. "Why the hell would you care? I'm no one, just another girl from the foster system."

Natasha glanced over at Steve before looking at me again. "Of course we care, and-"

I cut her off, speaking bitterly. "What do you guys really want from me? Are you all just being nice to me so that I will tell you what happened if I get my memory back? I'm not a fucking idiot. No one 'cares' about others just because. There's always something they want in return." At this point, I didn't even know what I was saying, just that they had opened up the floodgates, and all my frustrations that I had previously closely guarded were barreling out of me. "You're just pretending, aren't you? Do you like to mess with someone's feelings like that? Is that fun for you? I fucking hate you all for giving me hope and then crushing it. I hate it!"

As soon as the words left my lips, regret hit me hard. What did I just say out loud? I looked at the palm of my hands as I processed my words. Shit. I shouldn't have said that.

I closed my eyes tightly, dreading their response as silence encaptured the car. The only sounds I could hear were the woosh of the wind as we drove past buildings, the vibrations the car gave off, and the light melody of the song that was playing on the radio in the background.

Until another sound joined the others. A loud, painful sound of metal being bent and crushed before the car toppled, hauling us with it.

I latched onto my seat and opened my eyes, glancing out of the window that was faced briefly towards the sky before we toppled over once more. I tried stopping myself from screaming and bit my lip hard enough to coat my tongue with the metallic taste of blood. Gripping tightly onto my seat and the side of the car, curse words flew through my mind like never before until the car came to a rest with a screeching halt on its roof.