Life Dies In The End

Chapter 23

It's been nearly 2 years since the events at Sokovia. I was in Japan for a while, until someone caught onto my trail. It was probably Coulson or Natasha. Since then I've moved all over, keeping a low profile, to make sure no one caught onto me. Once or twice I would see the Avengers on the news. Recently they've been a mess. Something about the death of the king of Wakanda and an explosion. It wasn't my problem, so I didn't really pay attention. I knew if I did I'd get involved. Leaving was still a fresh wound, but it would heal eventually. I just needed to stay away.

A cloud of cold air left my mouth as I pulled my hood over my head. Lawrence, Kansas was cold this time of the year. This has always been one of my favorite places to visit throughout the years. There weren't many people, but there were still enough to be able to hide amongst them. New York was by far my favorite city. I've watched it grow from a colony to what it is today, but for obvious reasons, I couldn't visit there for at least a few decades.

I passed a row of TVs in a window and stopped as a few familiar faces appeared on the screen. The word fugitives popped out at me as Clint's, Wanda's, Sam's, Rogers's, and Natasha's faces flashed by. A few new faces appeared as well, Scott Lang and Bucky Barnes. I had heard Rogers talk about Barnes a few times, but I had never met the guy. From the way Rogers spoke about him, I always assumed he was dead but, I guess, I was wrong. As far as Lang, I had never heard of the man.

I sighed softly and tore my eyes away from the screen. The others could handle themselves. I didn't have to step in, no matter how much I wanted to. I couldn't help but feel like I owed them an apology though. Guilt had become one of the feelings that settled over my body and hadn't left since that day. In the end this would be better. I knew it would be.
It was easier than watching them die in front of me. Easier than knowing I could do nothing to save them as an injury took them away from me. If I still had my powers, maybe it would be different. Maybe.

If everything that happened all those years ago didn't happen, everything would be different. I'd still be in my rightful home. I'd still have my sister. Hell, I'd have everything I've ever wanted. I'd have what was rightfully mine. Someday, I'd reunite with Ela. I just needed to wait for our exile to end. It will be someday. Someday the person in between the two of us would no longer be able to hold us at bay.

I moved down the streets and towards the hotel I had rented a room in. I could only stay here for another night before I had to move, or someone would catch onto me. I couldn't have that. It would set me back. I quickened my pace, the cold chilling my bones. The streets were buzzing with people, the cold seemingly not bothering them.

I smiled at the man at the desk as I headed towards the elevator. I waited a moment after pressing the button for it to arrive. Once it did, I mentally sighed, thankfully no one else was on. I pressed the button to my floor once the doors were closed.

A few seconds passed but the elevator never moved. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion and pressed the button to open the doors. Nothing happened. Just my luck. I sighed as I went to press the call button, but paused as something caught my eyes.

A ring of sparks surrounded my feet. Another magic user, but who? I've never met anyone who could do... whatever this was. I went to step out of the circle, only to have the ground give out from underneath me.

I landed hard against the ground. I quickly rose to my feet drawing my dagger. Glancing around, my surroundings were unfamiliar. I was in a building I had never been to before. Feeling a presence I turned to face them. A few feet in front of me stood a man in a cloak and he had some sort of necklace.

"Jay Sparrow." The man spoke as he stepped towards me. "I'm Doctor Steven Strange and I have some questions for you."

~~Hi, Fallen_Angel here. This marks the start of part 3 of 5. Have a good day and be good people.~~