Blinded Shadow || (Sbi Superhero F!Reader Insert)

Prologue

(One year ago)
It was cold.

She could tell from the shivers going up and down her spine as she lay curled in a ball.

It was late.

She could tell from the lack of noise coming from the road nearby.

She was hurt.

She could tell from the sticky substance on her chest and face. Fear laced itself through her spine as she realized what that substance was.

"Mom...Dad..." She tried to scream but it barely came out as a mumble.

"She survived." A shocked male voice said from somewhere nearby. Above and to the left. Whispered some part of her. She moved her head towards at the indicated point, earning a gasp of fear for some reason.

"She'll die soon, don't worry. What's important is that the reports and studies were destroyed. Now we can leave like we always wanted." Said a female voice, that somehow switched from cruel to hopeful. To the right. (Y/n) whipped her head that way.

"I don't like the look she's giving us." Said the first person. "Can we just go?"

"Her subconscious is just responding to our voices. And yes, let's leave before someone comes." The teen heard their steps recede and, a moment later, thrusters of some kind being fired.

She wiped the mess of tears and blood from her face with her sleeve, hoping against hope she'd be able to see afterwards. But darkness stayed. She stumbled onto her feet and ran as she felt more blood trickle down her forehead. Only the sting of burns and idea of never seeing kept her on her feet.

Until she ran straight into something. She fell backwards with a cry as she heard shuffling. A tall man.

"Oh my gosh! Are you okay?" His deep voice soothed her somehow. "You're bleeding!" She felt his arms help her up again.

"I-I-" She tried to say but was interrupted.

"Don’t talk now." He shushed, leading her carefully. "Let me help you, then you can explain." She clutched onto the sleeve of his...sweater...trying to stay balanced.

They seemed to be walking for awhile, but she couldn't tell the time without sight. But she could hear his breathing and feel a soft cloth pressed against her head to stop the bleeding. He suddenly stopped, making her anxious.

"This is my apartment. Careful of the stairs." He said quietly as she heard a door open. "Just two flights and we're there." He encouraged.

She reached for the rail. Up and to the left. Her hand found it with that nudge from her senses. Slowly, and with some help, she made it up the stairs. Another door opened and she felt warmth. A memory burst forth in her mind of the explosion making a whimper come out.

"It's alright." The man hummed again now in front of her. "Come sit as I take care of your wound." He helped her sit down a comfy cushion. Couch. She heard him walk away and come back with something in his hands. Kit of supplies. Her brain supplied.

She squeezed her eyes closed as she felt him dab water onto the wound. He murmured assurances the whole time. But she could sense his underlying worry.

A few moments later, he had found, cleaned, and bandaged all her wounds. A slightly tense silence settled between the two as he stepped away to put away the supplies and she kept her eyes shut.

She didn't want to see, but somehow, her senses spoke for her. It was a big flat, with a nice kitchen, living room, and bedroom. The carpet was really soft. Even colors seemed to come to her somehow as she kept her eyes hidden. She'd be lying if she said she knew how.

"I'm sorry." She finally said, making his breath catch. She could 'see' him somehow now as well. He had brown curly hair and a blue sweater, slightly red from her blood.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He assured as he knelt at her feet, trying to look her in the eyes. He doesn't know. "Can you tell me what happened though?" She nodded shakily, still covering her eyes.

"I was coming home late after hanging out with my best friend." It might have been an hour or so ago, but it felt like years. "I was at the door when suddenly the whole house exploded. My parents. My life. Everything I had." She choked on some tears. "Two people were talking about it being a success and me dying. As soon as I could stand, I ran." She finished with a hiccup.

"I'm sorry." He said, surprising the girl by hugging her. She returned it, finally letting go of her eyes. "You can stay here." He offered, taking her breath away.

"But, you don't even know me!" She said, utterly shocked. "And-and I-I can't see." She finally looked at him, but there was no gasp of surprise or even a look, since she could sense that now. He only smiled sadly.

"All the more reason for you to stay. You just said your whole life exploded." He paused with an almost mischievous look on his face. "Besides, I can already tell you can sense things." Her mouth dropped.

"Huh?" He laughed at her response.

"Let's just say I'm special too." He said with a wink that made her giggle a little.

"Alright then, but I need a new name and clothes and food." The seventeen year old said, already thinking of a list of items she'd need. He smiled, liking her initiative.

"I can grab some food and you can borrow my clothes until we can get you some new ones. As for a name, you can use my last name." He grinned as he adjusted his sweater. "I think I'd like having a little sister." He paused as she waited. "I'm Wilbur Soot, by the way." He put out his hand and she shook it like someone who wasn't blind.

"I think (Y/n) Soot is a great name."

"And I think we're going to be great family." He said confidently. She only smiled, suddenly ready to start her new life.