Not a Hero

(3) Probably Should've Just Gone to Therapy

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I was pissed. Correction: I was livid. Why would Norman Osborn lie? My dad wouldn't hurt anyone, he didn't deserve to be resented. He should never have been blamed for what happened. Norman has a ton of explaining to do, so I'm going to find him and politely ask him what his deal is. 

I felt myself begin to shift, accompanied by the coppery taste of blood where newly formed fangs pierced my lips. I shove myself away from the desk in rage, knocking things over. I stormed out of the library to find the sun shining proudly, more people crowded the streets, likely on their way to work or school. I walked a few blocks away from the library, the thoughts of Oscorp sweltering in my mind, and only growing in anger.

A sharp scream cut my thoughts and drew my attention. To my left in an alley I saw two men, cornering a teenage girl, obviously not too friendly.

"Hey, douchebag! Back off" I barked, knowing they probably wouldn't take me too seriously and prepared to fight. After all, nothing blows off steam like beating the daylights out of someone.

The men just laughed, redirecting their attention to me. "You wanna join in? I'll ignore the rude name-calling considering you're such a pretty little thing."

One of the men began to approach me, a disgusting look in their eyes. Right about now I'm thankful Everett taught me self-defense.

Everett brought me forward, lining us up. He had pushed the couches in our living room to the edge of the room, giving plenty of room for the mats to lay flat on the floor.

"Remember I'm doing this so you can end fights, not start them." Everett reminded me whilst getting into a fighting position and fixing mine. "I don't want my baby sister to be helpless if a guy came at her, so I'm gonna show you how to kick ass."

I smiled softly, watching Everett nitpick my form and tell me repeatedly playing dirty isn't off the table ever.

"A man is naturally stronger than you. We are pumped full of testosterone since basically birth. You aren't. You're going to have to work twice as hard for twice as long to even stand a chance in a fair fight. The odds are against you." He lectures. Once my position satisfied him, he began to show me basic escape tactics.

The man quickly grabbed my wrist, jerking me forward painfully. I bring my wrists down, twisting out of his grip. I quickly get into a fight stance and kick him sharply in the chest to get the distance. Both men cuss, the second man rushing to the firsts side. I turn my leg and kick the first on his outer thigh, bringing him to the ground, causing his head to slam into the concrete. 

I directed my attention to the second man who had gotten too close for comfort, grabbing my wrists but with a harder grip than the first. I immediately headbutted him in his jaw as I was shorter, effectively breaking it. When the man fell back from the blow, I kicked him strongly in the groin, making sure he was down for a while. When neither man stood up, I took that as a good sign and directed my attention to the girl.

"Saw that in a movie once, figured it'd work for this." I joked, attempting to break the tension. The girl just smiled and thanked me before running off. An idea popped into my mind as I looked back down at the men. I sighed and reached down into the first man's jacket, pulled out his wallet. Don't judge me, they're bad people and deserve this. Think of it as the 'you were a total douche tax'. After I stuffed the handful of twenties into my pocket, silently judging his driver's license picture. Does anyone ever look good in those? Either way, a bright green shirt was not a good choice.

I walk out of the ally, slightly less vengeful than before, I make my way to the giant Oscorp building. Hey, I was still pissed. I knew it would be stupid to attack him in broad daylight, so I figured I could get there early and plan the pain I wanted to put him through. That and I was kinda hungry after flying across the US and I wanted to save the food in my bag in case I didn't have money. I stick to mostly the same path, occasionally glancing back up to the skyline to make sure I was going the right way. A few times I heard the engine of the iconic Ironman suit flying overhead, which didn't boost my vengeful confidence. The last thing I wanted was to be on the Avengers watch list. The Black Widow scared me slightly, no matter how hot she was.