Rescued (The Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Run.

Don't get shot.

Run.

Don't trip.

Run.

RUN!

My eyes flew open to see the ceiling of my bedroom. A thin sheet of sweat covered my body, making my blanket stick to my skin. I peeled the blanket off of me and slowly sat up.

This time it wasn't Thanos and it wasn't a nightmare. It was a memory from the day I was kidnapped.

I could remember the alley they cornered me down in a bad part of the city. The dumpsters and musty smells were hard to forget. All I caught from the memory was flashes. Graffiti on brick walls. Rats running from bright lights. Old boxes and forgotten pieces of cloth scattered.

Glancing over my shoulder I concluded that I was alone. No one was sleeping in the cot behind me. I still didn't understand the point of them in here if they were gone whenever I woke up.

Whatever.

I took my time in the shower and getting dressed, trying to keep the memory away from my mind. After a good half an hour I was done.

My mind kept itself so occupied in thoughts that i hadn't noticed that i was in the kitchen until Natasha spoke up.

"Morning." she muttered, grabbing the jug of juice from the fridge.

"Morning." I copied her tone.

She stopped pouring the orange liquid suddenly, taking time to take in my features.

"Rough night?" she asked, concluding that I had, once again, a restless night.

"Please, never teach my dad how to do that creepy spy reading people thingy." I joked, trying to change the subject.

Natasha being the wonderfully stubborn redhead I've come to know and love, decided to push me for information.

"What was it this time?"

"Just bad memories. But we all have those, right?"

She help up her glass to me in a toast.

"You've got that right."

One of the reasons I like Natasha is that she understands. She has her own demons she hides and she knows it. Many people don't even admit that they do. Natasha, on the other hand, at least acknowledges it, even if it's not in the vocal sense. Were alike in that way.

"Does your old man know?" Natasha interrupted my thoughts.

"No," I pulled myself onto the counter. "I just woke up not too long ago. "

I fiddled with my hands, keeping my eyes trained on them. Sometimes I felt like additional weight on their shoulders. They shouldn't have to deal with my nightmares and stupid powers.

"Uh oh. I know that look," Natasha spoke up, sitting on the counter across from me. "What's wrong?"

"Why do you guys put up with me?" I asked, my question more than blunt.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm such a burden. I'm more trouble than I'm worth."

"Angela-" Natasha tried, but I cut her off.

"Think about. An intergalactic criminal mastermind wants to play with my mind. My powers are unstable when someone I love gets hurt. Nine superhuman or powered beings are caught in the middle of it, two that aren't even from Earth. It's a recipe for disaster!"