Bright lights. That is the first thing I see when I open my eyes. Bright as fuck lights. I close my eyes in a squint and turn my head. I move my hands to my eyes and rub. When did I lay down? Why did I take a nap? I open my eyes again and I am greeted by crystal blue eyes. I blink a couple more times and attempt to sit up.
"Tony, Bruce, she is awake. Hey, Odette. It's Steve. Do you know where you are?"
**Scared the ever loving mess out of me**
**She if definetley not a normal teenager. Why is she lying**
**No damage to her fingers, amazing, Steve said she looked confused when she saw what happened. Could she not know what is going on?**
"Why wouldn't I know where I am Loner? I took a nap right? Its not like I fainted or...."
My brain finally starts to operate and I shoot up off the couch. I practically knock Steve over as I push him away and run into the kitchen. I look at the counter top. 10 finger shaped holes remain on the side I was standing on. 8 on top 2 on bottom. I look down at my hands and sure enough, not even a scratch. I start to raise my hands to run them through my hair and notice my left arm hurts like a mother fuck. I look down and there is a bandage wrapped around my elbow. I look up at the three guys and hold out my arm and point to the bandage.
"What in the actual fuck is this? How long was I out? What time is it? Where is my purse? What did you do to me?" What is happening to me?"
The questions pour out of my mouth, one after the other in quick succession.
Steve walks over to me and wraps me in a hug. I didn't even notice I was crying until that point and I sob into his shirt.
"Hey, its OK. I promise you're safe. You were only out for about a min before Stark sedated you. Bruce grabbed some bone marrow for more tests. You've only been out for about an hour. I promise you are safe."
I never cry in front of people. Ever. I think my mom has seen me cry a few times but I was young. Crying is personal, no one needs to see me break down. I am a warrior, dangerous, fierce. All of that may be true but my body currently could care less. Steve is warm, safe, secure, the complete opposite of what I am feeling right now.
"What the fuck is happening to me? How did I do that?"
Steve pulls me away from his chest and looks down at me.
"I can't answer that question for you."
Steve cups my cheek and I lean into his touch. What in the fuck is wrong with me? Don't I have a boyfriend? Eh, its not like I'm actually cheating right? He's comforting a new friend. Tony chooses that exact moment to ruin my serenity.
"Ahh, our angry lil viper is awake! Come take a seat, we need to talk."
Good Feelings Gone... instantly. It's like he wants to piss me off.
"Viper?"
I remove myself from Steve's arms and begin to walk over to the couch I was just laying on. Tony sits in a chair across from the couch, huge grin of satisfaction on his face.
"Oh yeah Viper, snake in the grass."
I still rigidly just before I sit down. Does this man want to die? He's practically begging for me to teach him some manners, violently.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?"
I start to walk towards him but Steve grabs me by the waist and forces me to sit on the couch. He keeps his hand around my wrist like a leash. I don't fucking think so.
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Odette Parker: My True Self
FanfictionOdette Parker is Peter Parker's older adoptive cousin. The first 10 years of her life have been erased. So when she is adopted by Ben and May Parker they have no idea why her body is covered in scars, why doctors terrify her, why she is so adept at...
