Impossible Redemption (Resilience Book 2) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9

Sam

I woke up the next morning, still unable to move. I sighed and let my head fall against the pillow in exasperation. I looked to my side and noticed that Steve wasn’t beside me. But I could hear voices trailing in from the hallway. I couldn’t tell what they were saying, or whether or not they were arguing.

I sighed and sat up, pushing my legs off the side of the bed. I breathed out slowly and gathered my concentration.

You did this once, you can do it again. I told myself, breathing out slowly, before I moved my muscles telekinetically. The next thing I knew, I was standing. But I knew that this was about to be like playing QWOP, which I was never good at. I stood there for a while, before I came up with a better, albeit harder way. It was easier to get right, but required more concentration. I concentrated on the air around my legs, feet and hips, creating another skin, which held me up.

I slowly began making my way towards the door, where I stopped and leaned against the doorframe, tired already.

I concentrated hard, and eventually walked, albeit oddly, into the living area, where everyone was standing around. I heard gasps and Bruce looked like he was about to run up to me, but I held my hand up to him.

‘Don’t... break my concentration.’ I told him, before finding my way to the couch. I flopped down, my legs going limp, and sighed, running a hand over my face.

‘I thought that you were...’ Coulson began, and I looked up to see him staring at me in awe.

‘Telekinetic. Yes. Unable to move my legs? Also yes.’ He frowned at me, and took a breath to question me, but I got there before he could.

‘The last time, I managed to, a few times, get myself standing by moving my separate muscles by telekinesis.’

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Bruce looking at me. ‘Sam, I need to talk to you, urgently.’ he said. I frowned at him.

‘Is it the scans?’ I asked, it being the only thing currently on my mind. He nodded grimly and I sighed, gathering my concentration again. I nodded at him, holding a finger up. ‘Just... give me a second.’

I stood, much to everyone’s continuing surprise, and Bruce wrapped an arm around me, supporting me. We made our way to the kitchen, where he looked at me in awe.

‘How can you...?’ he began, trailing off. I smiled at him.

‘You know Azimo? The robot?’ I asked. He nodded. ‘Imagine that, as an exoskeleton of air. That’s what I’m attempting to do. It’s incredibly difficult though.’ I lowered myself into one of the stools at the island counter, and looked to Bruce, picking up a knife and twirling it in my fingers.

Bruce took a deep breath before sighing. ‘We think that Alex has created a mental block.’ he said. I dropped the knife, slamming my hand down on top of it to stop it clattering.

‘You think he’s what now?’ I asked, raising an eyebrow at Bruce. Bruce sighed and took off his glasses, looking at me softly.

‘Sam,’ he said quietly. ‘There’s nothing wrong with your spine. But when he attacked you while you were in the MRI, there was a lot of electrical interference. We think  that whatever he’s done, it’s stopped your brain from sending messages from your CNS, that is, your spine, to your lower PNS, your legs. Tony and I were talking, and we think that he may have triggered your brains’ internal memory of being unable to move your legs.’

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. ‘Well, seeing as I evidently can’t un-block it. What do I do?’ I asked him. He shrugged.