𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎, marvel

06. Pyrokinesis

Chapter six.

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Natasha and I were sitting at a table outside, on a mission with Steve, Sam, and Wanda. I sat across from Nat, occasionally looking up at her while the others talked, but mostly just taking small sips of my hot cocoa and trying to act 'normal.'

I found it kind of silly how whenever I saw them in 'disguise', they just slipped on sunglasses or a hat. Most of the time it works, which is dumb, but I didn't really care enough to tell them how bad their disguises were.

Nat spoke up from in-front of me as I finally started paying attention to the other four. "It's also bulletproof which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us."

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda sarcastically responds. A smile crept up on my face at her reply while I held back a comment.

Something that I hadn't told the avengers— which I only found out about a month ago, was that from my time at the Red Room and Hydra, they had experimented on me too.

I wasn't sure the full extent of my abilities, but I knew I had enhanced healing, a discovery I made from healing a little too quickly after getting a second degree burn, healing in only four days. I also came to the conclusion I had enhanced senses after getting completely overstimulated, and almost thrown into a panic attack, after going into a noisy place.

Others I was still unsure about. I still get a soft tingling in my hands sometimes, thought it could just be my enhanced senses but I think it's different. There are moments where if I let my emotions get too strong, they'll get extremely hot or cold, however the rest of my body would stay a normal temperature. An intense pressure will form on my hands too, almost as if i'm pushing something.

Dreykov had never informed me about these things while I was conscious, which makes me even more confused about what I do and don't know about myself. He might've told me, however I wouldn't really know since I was brainwashed more than I could actually think for myself.

"...on target, folks." Steves voice in my head pulled me out of my thoughts as I looked back up to Natasha, trying to stop myself from zoning out again. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

Sam scoffed. "If he sees us coming, that wont be a problem he kind of hates us."

I could hear shouting and honking nearby as I discreetly looked around, trying to pinpoint the location. Steve told Sam to tag a garbage truck as I spotted it, turning back to Nat and taking a sip of my drink.

"That truck's loaded for max weight. The drivers armed."

"It's a battering ram." My eyebrows furrowed at Natashas words, not knowing what it meant but pushing that thought to the side as I continued to listen to the others.

I snapped my head at the sound of a crash, then gunshots. My eyes scanned everywhere as more sounds continued to overpower any other noises I heard— including the sound of Nat telling me to follow her.

She grabbed my arm, making me look and quietly apologize as we ran somewhere. Natasha led me to a motorcycle, both of us quickly getting on and drive to the others.

As we came closer, I jumped off and landed on my feet, running over to Nat while she took out a guy with the motorcycle. We took separate approaches, going in opposite directions but almost looking like exact copies of each other as we fought the guards.