Cooper's POV:
"Give me your bag! Now!" The man yelled. He had dragged me into the alley behind the hotel when I first stepped outside.
"Why, I mean I don't got alot in there. Just a few dollars, some Advil. You know, lady stuff. Pads and tampons." I said sassily.
He looked mildly disgusted, and he scrunched up his face. Using his distraction, I broke free of his grip on my arm and ran.
"Works every time." I whispered.
I ran down the street to my work. Luckily it was summer. I would normally balance going to midtown tech, working at Tech Support, and being homeless all in one day. The commute to school was miserable.
I changed into my work uniform (blue Cotten shirt, course gray pants) and logged in. I was a Tech Support person at an apple building. Normally you have be in college or be older than that, but since I got great grades they let me work there. It payed well too. 10$ an hour. Four hours everyday, five days a week. I earned 200$ a week, but money was still tight. Between water, food, and medical supplies, I used every dollar.
After working my shift and logging my hours, I packed up and headed to the alley on Queen street. After changing into an all black outfit, custom made, with metal threads laced in, I headed out on the streets.
I had the power of magnetism. Meaning I could control the magnetic fields and reverse metal's polarity to move and attract metal. It came in handy while fighting, due to the fact that most weapons contained metals.
I was a vigilant in New York. I tried to save as many people as possible. Most people didn't know of me. If they did they didn't actually know me. I had a secret identity to uphold.
After getting back to my hotel at quarter till midnight, I changed and pulled out my phone.
C : Hey wasup?
Mr. Ego : isn't it past your bedtime
C : I only just got home
Mr. Fossil : don't your parents make you have a curfew?
C : jokes on you I don't have parents
Mr. Youngster : umm, I'm pretty sure you have to have parents ??.
C : oh u mean the sperm donor and surrogate? They're gone
Ms. Knives : your h9meless ?!
C : no
C : just because I'm a,one doesn't mean I don't have a home
C : *alone
Mr. Katniss : this is depressing
Mr. Youngster : just a random question
Mr. Youngster : if, let's say, I broke the counter in half, would superglue hold it together?.
C : how would u break a counter in half???
Mr. Youngster : I dropped something on it
C : what? A car?
Mr. Youngster : just forget how it happened!!!!
Mr. Ego: no That wouldn't work. I can't believe you broke my counter
Mr Youngster: what about ducktape
Mr. Fossil : we can get a new one later it's time to suit up
C : suit up you say?
Ms. Knives : For the gala, isn't that right fossil?
Mr. Fossil : Yes Ms. Knives
And they thought I didn't know they were Avengers? They were sooo obviously. Normal people can't break countertops. I shut down my phone and secured my room. Then I went to sleep.
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Texting the Avengers
FanfictionCooper Van is a homeless street mutant in New York. She's 15 years old. She has the power to control metal. What happens when she accidentally texts the avengers? Just a reminder I don't own marvel.