The Grim Reaper - An Avengers story

Have I mentioned I hate chains? And needles?

Time and date unknown, New York City

When I finally woke up I could feel handcuffs digging into my skin and my feet blinded to the chair. This time they had fully gotten rid of my weapons.

I looked around the room it was plain white with a metal chair and table. There was a large mirror or most likely a one way window, probably bulletproof.

I sat there for about three minutes until the lady from the roof walked in. She had one of those I will break you and you will tell me everything looks. I hate it.

I stared at her blankly not willing to talk unless she talks and unwilling to answer any questions. We stared at each other in silence until she spoke up.

She simply said "Who are you."

I gave her the death stare. She sighed annoyed. Ha. She showed emotion before me. Loser.

"Listen kid, I know you can speak, most likely more than one language. So please answer some questions. Only the simple ones, okay."

I rolled my eyes. She didn't need to baby talk me. But still her tone said 'you can trust me'. "Ask away"

"Thank you. So what were you doing on that roof with all those weapons?"

"I was supposed to kill you and your team."

"Who told you to?"

"Hydra, why do you care?"

She sighed and stood up. "What did Hydra call you."

"The Grim Reaper. Trust me the name fits."

With that she walked away quickly, leaving me to count floor tiles.

1...2...3...4...5. I got all the way to 32 before she came back with a man... wearing the American flag?

I looked at the man with one eye brow raised. "Interesting fashion choice. Are you supposed to be the flag or...?"

He chuckled. "No kid I am Captain America."

"I always thought eagles flew behind you at all times"

The lady cut in. "We found your file."

"What file? I don't recall a file." I say very bluntly.

"Hydra kept files on all of there experiments. And you apparently have a lot."

"What now? Gonna lock me to a table and poke at me to find out what I can do and how to make more of me?" I say remembering what Hydra did to me.

The man named something America looked offended. "What! No! That's just awful."

The lady spoke again. "We do want to run some tests though. Is that okay with you?"

And just like that a plan was formed. They would have to unbind me, even for a second in order to move me. I can easily use hand to hand combat to beat them up. Once I take care of them I can take one of there weapons. Then boom I'm free.

"Yeah you can run some tests, just no chains, have I mentioned I hate chains?" I said as nonchalantly as possible for a guy as uptight as me.

The man untied my feet so that I could walk and I had to resist the urge to kick his groin. He then unlocked the handcuffs and I punched his face. Ow! Is he made of metal?

As quickly as I kicked him the lady shot me with a tranquilizer and I collapsed on the floor.

3rd person P.O.V

"Steve can you pick him up?" Natasha asked trying to do this quickly before the kid wakes up.

"Yeah. He is surprisingly light." Steve lifted him up bridal style.

"Gotta remember to mention that to Bruce. Lets get him to the med bay before he wakes up."

They walked down the hallways to the med bay. When they got there Bruce told them to put him on one of the beds. They then went to wait outside the room.

Back to 1st person

I woke up and saw a different man. He appeared to be typing something in a computer.

"Your new." I said very smartly and I even felt proud of that revelation.

"Your awake. Good. Hi, I'm Dr. Bruce Banner but you can call me Bruce. Would you mind letting me give you a physical? Your file says you haven't had one since you were 5." He said that so quickly I took a minute to process what he said. 

I eventually just nodded slowly. "Uhh. Sure. Yeah that's fine just don't lecture me about my health."

"Can do. Now will you go stand on that scale so I can take your weight and then your height."

I did as he said not ready to fight yet. Only because I was still a little tired from the tranquilizer.

He made a sound that was one of him being deep in thought. "137 pounds. When did you last eat?"

"About 4 or 5 days ago. Why?"

"Come over here please, I need to take your height."

I walked over slowly. He started to measure me. "Huh. You fairly tall. 5'10. How old are you?"

"15, why?"

"No reason. I need to take some tests and... are you afraid of needles?"

My face goes blank. I get let him know that the big bad assassin is afraid of needles. I just don't have a good history with them. "Um. I don't love them. You know they caused a lot of pain even after because of what was in them."

He pauses for a moment, deep in thought. "I'm gonna put you to sleep for this next part."

What? What does he mean. And oh shit is that a needle. Why is he bringing it closer. What is he saying? Why can't I hear him? Why is my breath so fast? Why is that thing in my arm? Now I'm tired. 

I would like to say I showed great bravery but instead I collapsed after the shot. Damn it.p