One Less Scar

Chapter 1-Tears

Death.
Pain.
Love.
Lust.
All things considered, that is life. Depending upon the find of true love. If you find it, good job. It's a rare and truly beautiful emotion. I, on the other hand have yet to find it because I am chisled into something that is not me.

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One scar, two scars, three scars. What's one more to my collection along my wrists and thighs. What's one more to the thirty six I already own. Not like people notice considering I wear jeans and hoodies all the time.

A single tear rolls down my cheek and onto my thigh to mix with scarlet red blood. Deep breath in, and exhale. It usually stops me from crying, but oh does it make it ever worse. The salt water starts cascading down my face. Sobs run past my lips and curl into the air. When I hear a door open.

Holding my breath, I wipe the tears, but before I can hide the blade corvered in crimson a man with brown roots that fade to white as his hair, and with stunning, intense eyes the colour I could never imagine prys my fingers loose.

"Oh, Andy. What've you done?" Pietro Maximoff asks.

"I don't know, Pietro. I don't think anything else will help." I reply shakily.

"Why do you taint your skin with blood and scars?" His accent rolls off his tongue.

Whispering I say, "Because there's no beauty here waiting to be found. There's no point in waiting for a prince on a white horse. Why? Because it keeps me sharp. The bittersweet of the blade biting into my skin makes me feel what I cannot be felt."

Cradling me into his arms, Pietro lifts me from my floor, where a dab of red stains the carpet. "You are beautiful, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to make you feel loved."

"Pietro." I purr.

"Sush. You--" when all of a sudden I am doused by something cold.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?" I screech, looking up at the faces of Tony Stark, and Clint Barton. Each holding a bucket amd laughing their asses off.

"Oh, Andy, we apologize! It's like, 3:00pm and you weren't waking up!" Clint explained.

"We thought ice cold water would get you up really fast!" Tony laughed.

"Thanks." I mumble, flicking water at them and hauling off my bed. Covering my pale scars, I head to the washroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I just see the hate in my reflections eyes. Not because of Clint and Tony, but because of me. Odd dream. I think to myself. Turning the shower on I strip and step inside.

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"Andy, I see you're up!" Exclaimed Thor.

"Har, har. Yes I am, Thor." I retort. Pulling cereal boxes off the shelf until reaching Lucky Charms. My favorite.

"So, I'm wondering when we start to train the Maximoff twins more?" Pryed Steve, or Captain America.

"Whenever they're ready." I reply not taking my eyes off my bowl.

"Should I ask them?" Steve asked

"Do whatever the fuck you want, Rogers." I say.

"Language, Ms. Lutes." Steve scolds.

"Sorry." I mumble.

At that moment Wanda Maximoff steps in and grins at me. "Hello, Andy!" Her thick accent making Vision stiffen.

"Hey, Wanda! So Captain here was wondering when you at Pietro would like to start training?" I ask.

"Whenever works for you. Pietro doesn't really do much anyways." She says.

"Perfect. How's tomorrow at 11:00am?"

"Sounds great. I'll remind my brother when I see him next." She smiles, and I return.