Avenger's AOU~ Oblivion. { Quicksilver Fanfic }

Chapter 6: Safe in the city

*** alrighty then. I think I need to do school work now.... this story is just keeping me up... i have so many ideas about it its not even funny! Well I think I should try to go to sleep now but hey, dont forget to vote, comment and tell others about the story too if you like it. Tell me what you think in the comments and enjoy ~Mare xx ***

I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself in the reflection. I had a dark grey shirt and black slim pants. I slipped on a pair of light grey sneakers. I prodded the bruises around my neck. I didn't think that they would have been showed up so badly, but they bled through my skin like ink on thin parchment. I felt the urge to yank my collar up to my chin but knew that would only bring attention to me. And advice from Quinn: don't bring attention to you when you're on the run in a huge city like New York. I pulled down the shoulder of my shirt and looked at my nasty shrapnel wound. I managed to get a hold of some clear adhesive and applied it to the cut, but even now, it still was a light purple about the edges. I pulled up my shirt and straightened myself before I walked out of the dressing room still in the clothes. I waited at the register for the girl to wait on me. I allowed my thoughts to wander as I thought of all the events that happened in the past 24 hours. All my thoughts were jumbled together, but for the most part they all boiled down to one simple word: Monster.

I didn't know what I was but I knew that I wasn't natural. I remembered the first day I was recruited to S.H.I.E.L.D's task force a year and a half ago. They told me I had true potential. That's when Clint took me under his wing, teaching me everything he knew. The stealth, the endurance, the aim. Then next thing I knew, I was an Avenger.

"Ma'am," The cashier called from the desk, waving me over. "Umm, you'll need to take the clothes off first..."

I looked down at my clothes and smiled sheepishly. The girl looked at me with understanding. I think she must've noticed my bruises or my sunken face or something. "It's fine I'll just take the tags."

After I paid for my new clothes, I dumped the hospital rags outside the store in a nearby trash bin and rubbed my palms anxiously against my pants. Where to go...

A couple blocks away I saw a tall building rising over the skyline, towering over most of the other skyscrapers. I smiled when I saw the big 'A' logo plastered to the glass surface. Well, that's a good start. Okay, it was actually exactly what I was looking for but oh well, sometimes I like to pretend to be lucky. I I wrapped my arms around myself as I shouldered my way through the thick crowds. But even as my heart lifted in hope, it was racing with fear.

New York City was like some kind of paranoid nightmare. Okay probably not for everyone-but definitely for me. The skyscrapers and office buildings rocketing up out of the ground hemmed me in on all lines. They seemed to blot out the sky, leaving only a small strip of iron gray visible between the building tops above. Below, the avenue ran under the rising walls like a narrow canyon between towers of colorless stone. The people and cars pushing through that canyon were crushed together shoulder to shoulder, fender to fender as if they were some kind of steel-and-glass stampede. Horns honking constantly. Sirens blaring every few minutes. Jackhammers stuttered loudly where workmen dug holes in the pavement. The noise was overwhelming.

And everywhere-everywhere-there were faces and eyes. The faces and eyes of ordinary citizens on their way home from work or shopping. The faces and eyes of slinking, sullen, suspicious men who might be my enemies or just city thugs. The faces and eyes of policemen-policemen and more policemen- so many-standing on every corner, sitting in patrol cars or parked at the curb, studying the crowds, watchful, alert.

To someone else, maybe to anyone else, it might have all seemed exciting and dazzling and full of energy. But I knew that at any moment, any one of these thousand faces, any pair of those eyes, might turn toward me, might recognize me from the hospital. At any moment, someone could turn and point a finger and shout, "Look! That's Quinn Armitage! The monster, get her!"

Soon I was standing just in front of the old Stark building, now Avengers HQ. Just before I buzzed myself in, my mind flashed back to when Clint was shot, how I shoved Steve, how everybody seemed to be afraid of me. I pulled my hand back to my side and shifted from foot to foot. No, they are my friends. They wouldn't turn me away, would they?

I looked down at my scarred hands and backed away from the door. I was so selfish coming here. I wasnt even thinking. I couldnt just put the only people left I care about into danger. Even if they did take me in, they could be charged for harboring a fugitive. If I was a fugitive that is. I mean, people were looking for me, I was profiled as dangerous, and I escaped a hospital, and that's not counting the fact that I attacked two guards. And if not, I didn't know what I was capable of.

I looked around at my surroundings. The sky was growing darker by the minute, the sun long gone behind the skyline. Street lights and cars lit up the streets and music roared from a club across the street. I didn't know where to go, but I couldn't come here.

I was still thinking where I could run to when I heard two very distinct voices that closer behind me. I slunk back into the shadows but still able to hear the voices. The reason they caught my attention was from the accent; Russian. Hydra.

"This is where we find the girl," A voice whispered loudly.

Suddenly two forms appeared out from an ally from the tower. One was a bit taller than the other but both looked menacing, that is if shadowy figures can look menacing.

"She is here?" the other asked. "She was in custody I thought at the hospit-"

"I told you, she won't be there... I have made sure of that."

"Then what makes you think she is in fact here?" The second more timid voice asked again.

"I know..." The first voice sneered. "We just need to get her back to-"

Suddenly there was a crash from across the street and the figures moved out back into the streets, blending in with the crowd. The temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. Were they talking about me? I thought for a moment why they would want me, though they could be talking about anybody. Though the thought still nagged me I pushed it deep inside my head as I curled up next to the Stark building, my eyes growing heavier by the second. I remembered that the sedative was probably still in my system. Soon, I was completely out of it and I gave in to sleep. The last conscious thought I remember was the sound of a door closing and warm arms lifting me gently into the air and away from the chaos of the city.