A restless power - an avenger fanfiction x oc

Chapter 3

Falcon crossed his arms, still keeping a watchful distance. "We'll need to have a talk. About your powers. And about what you're doing here."

Sacha's heart pounded in his ears. He had tried to help—and instead, he'd made himself look like a threat to the Avengers.

Perfect..

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"I promise i was just trying to help and...it kind of backfired sorry. But Im not dangerous...not really"

Very convincing well done idiot.. 

Sacha cursed himself in his head, trying to calm the overwhelming feeling of his brain going through a billion thought a minute. He knew if he didn't, he would pass out and probably end up in jail or something.

"Yea that won't do kid, you're gonna have to come with us" Ironman replied with an annoyed sigh, seemingly not intent on listening to Sacha's explanations.

"Thanks for trying to help. The tower is just next street, if you really are not a threat then you have nothing to be afraid of...Come on" Captain America smiled to him, trying a more polite and gentle approach than that of his eccentric friend.

Sacha shook his head, trying to get it all together. He couldn't just follow them, they may be the avengers but if they think him a threat they might lock him up, hurt him or even get rid of him. He fidgeted with the hem of his jacket under the eyes of three super heroes.

He can't go, he needs to keep an eye on his sister, make sure his parents never turn on her like they did on him. 

"Kid this wasn't a question, you have to come with us." Tony walked towards Sacha, ready to grab him and drag him to the tower for questioning. 

Sacha snapped out of his thoughts, looking around. He was basically surrounded by Falcon, Ironman and captain america. Not an ideal situation.

He sighed and tried to focus, bringing his hands together. 

His palms started tingling with the familiar rush of his power, feeling the energy present in everyone's body. His mind raced, frantically trying to calculate his next move. 

He knew that if he could just put them to sleep—even for a moment—he might have a chance to get away. His breath hitched, and he tried to focus, reaching for the invisible threads of melatonin swirling around the three Avengers.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, though he wasn't sure if he was apologizing to them or himself.

He closed his eyes, feeling the energy surge through him. It shot out in waves, and the effect was immediate. 

Tony's movements faltered, and the glow of his arc reactor dimmed as he slumped forward, his body giving in to the overwhelming drowsiness. Only Jarvis voice could be heard, trying to wake him up but it was no use.

Sam held his hand to his head, his knees buckling as he tried to steady himself before collapsing onto the ground. He gave one last glance to Sacha with a confused expression on his face before closing his eyes.

Even Captain America, with his enhanced physiology, staggered backward, gripping his shield tightly as his eyelids grew heavier.

Cap swayed, fighting the pull, but Sacha's powers were relentless. Finally, with a frustrated grunt, Steve Rogers fell to one knee, blinking rapidly, struggling to stay awake.

"Kid...stop that.." He managed to groan.

Sacha knew he only had seconds. His heart raced as he bolted down the street, his legs pumping as fast as they could carry him. His mind screamed at him to keep going, to put as much distance between himself and the Avengers as possible. He had to grab his stuff and get away from New York. 

The sounds of the city blurred around him, replaced by the pounding of his own pulse in his ears.

But a few blocks away, Sacha's body started to betray him. The familiar wave of exhaustion hit him like a freight train. His vision blurred, and his legs felt like lead. Every step was a struggle, and the dizziness grew worse with every breath. His chest heaved as he stumbled into an alleyway, leaning against the brick wall to steady himself.

"I... can't..."

His body felt like it was shutting down, his brain too foggy to fight back. His knees gave way, and he collapsed onto the cold pavement, the world spinning wildly around him. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the distant shape of the super soldier, somehow still standing, making his way toward him.

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Sacha groaned as he came to, his head pounding. The cold, sterile smell of metal and disinfectant filled his senses. Blinking groggily, he tried to sit up, only to realize he was lying on a hard bed. His surroundings slowly came into focus—a small, reinforced cell. A glass wall, minimal furniture, no windows.

Panic surged through him as he scrambled upright, only to be greeted by a voice on the other side of the glass.

"You're awake."

Sacha turned to see Captain America standing just outside the cell, arms crossed. His face was stern but not angry, more... concerned.

"Of course.." Sacha sighed, coughing a bit, his throat dry. "I was just trying to—"

"To run?" Steve raised an eyebrow but didn't sound accusatory. "We know. That's why you're in here. So you don't try that stunt again. You can put us to sleep but that wont help you get out of a cell."

Sacha swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "What are you gonna do with me?"

"I have things to do you know.. Homeworks and stuff."
He added trying to play it cool but he was freaking out internally. He had never been good with closed spaces and being locked in a room with no window wasn't good for his anxiety.

"We're just gonna talk." Steve said calmly, stepping closer to the glass. "But director Fury was informed about our...encounter. And he wants to be here to ask you some questions. So we're gonna have to wait a bit for him to get here."

A/N:

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