A New Kind of Army

Chapter 8: Nothing is Ever Perfect, Even the Future

A/N:

Warning: This chapter is dark! Mentions of abuse, torture, human experimentation and death

I was pretty sure that my mouth now hung wide open. What just happened? Did she just send a book flying over my head? How? Was she a new type of super soldier?

Arrow, face started to split into a very large bright smile. She was clearly amused by my confusion. She chuckled lightly, "You should your face. Are you alright?"

I might have remained frozen for a few more moments, but I couldn't tell, "How did you do that?!"

Arrow flinched back at my shout, "Okay good I didn't break you," she mumbled to herself, "Uhm, I have aerokinesis."

Like that helps me, "You have what?"

"That means that I can mentally manipulate the movement of the atmosphere or air around my figure."

I raised my eyebrow.

"I can control wind," she deadpanned.

"Oh."

"Do you believe me, or do I need to book thing again?" Arrow asked.

I rubbed my eyes, and ran my hand down my face, "You might, so I can be sure I wasn't seeing things."

"You weren't hallucinating, I can tell you that much."

"At this point, after everything, I really shouldn't be that shocked. Yet I am," I leaned back into the pillow, and sighed.

"No, you have a right to be surprised. Your reaction is actually a lot calmer compared to most normal people."

"So, you're not normal for the future?"

She sighed, "No," she looked at the floor, "Sadly we are the minority."

"We? So, there's more of you. Wow, they must have made some great leaps in the super-soldier program."

"Program?"

"Yeah, you have to be the creation of some kind of experiment. Like Cap," I looked at her, only to see that her face darkened with an unrecognizable emotion, "Right?"

"Well, some of us, like my sister, might be products of madmen. But I'm not. I was born this way."

I stared at her, completely confused. But waited for her to continue.

A sad but passionate smile appeared on her face, "I'm what you call a mutant. Or a naturally superpowered individual. And my people were not product of some kind of science experiment, well not all of us at least," her smile dimmed, until it became small frown, "Many of us gained their gifts through pain, too many," she whispered, before taking a deep breath, and speaking up, "But we still persist through our lives."

"How? How could you have powers like that?"

"How we came to be, you mean? Not even we know. But we aren't a recent thing. I can't say for sure that my people predate your Captain America."

"Really? Then how come no one has seen you before?"

"When people seeing something different, something unknown. They tend to get scared, and act out of fear. You haven't seen my people because, it's too dangerous for us to show ourselves."