|~Lady Erica Erebus~|~Avengers Fanfic~. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

As a little girl I was always oblivious to everything around me, I always thought that whatever I did was right and there was no other way to do it except mine. Thought that I would never need anybody's help with anything. But boy, was I tragically wrong, everyone at one point in life needs someone's help. From reaching something on a high shelf to possibly saving mankind. The reason I felt like that was because I used to let people help me but whenever someone did or got close to me, I or themselves would get hurt. I was like a bad luck magnet, it would never affect me alone but rather when I'm with others. Which concludes to me isolating myself in my very own house, where I paint all day or until I fall asleep doing so. (Oh I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Erica Erebus. Weird name I know but what can you do, anyway i'm 5'11, ginger with a blonde streak and wear a lot of black like I mean a lot of it oh and i have a hatred for dresses and people.)

BACK TO DA STORY

I was suddenly brought m out of her thoughts by a knock at the front door. I jerk my head up from sketching, the birds that were once perched on my window sill, which are no longer there now. 'Who would being knocking at my door at....' I turn to look at the time on my phone, it reads 1:00pm. '..1:00pm or in general, I don't have any friends?.' I thought to myself. Then there was another firm knock on the front door but followed by some whispering. I cautiously put my sketchbook and pencil down on the coffée table and got up from the couch trying not to make any sort of sound. As I try to make my way to the stairs without being heard I happen to slip on something and land on the wooden floor with a loud thump that muffled the chorus of choice words that I'd rather nobody heard. I could hear quite giggles and laughs trying to be held back coming from the doorway. I slowly lift my head to get a better look at who had just witnessed me face plant into the ground, but soon regretted it because I got a chorus of gasps and whispers. I mentally groan because I think I slipped on my rug and landed on a box of rusty old nails that must have penetrated my skin and when I looked up they must've just fallen out without a trace of ever being in my skin. ''Well shit." was all I was able to say. I quickly cover my ears expecting to hear screams of terror and disgust to come from the strangers. But it never came, I looked up and the only emotions I could identify was shock,a little bit of curiosity,fear and the worst of them all....Sympathy! Boy did I screw up. I showed them one of my curses and now they are feeling sympathetic for me. I hate it when people give me sympathy it makes me feel like there's something wrong with me, that I'm different compared to them and everyone else, that I'm a freak. But wait.... I am, there is something wrong with me, I am different compared to everyone else...I am a freak. I've never actually thought about it till now but I'm certain about it now, I am a freak of nature and shouldn't be alive. I was quickly snapped back into reality when one of the strangers from the group, the blue eyed one, spoke for the first time. "Oh My God...ma'am, you just had..in your face and..they're gone....how are you not injured?" The colour in my face must've been washed away because the next thing I know a woman with red hair behind the blue eyed man is smacking him upside the head and glaring daggers at him. They quickly begin to argue and god knows what it's about, I found it quite amusing. But then I tuned them out and could hear one of the others, the man in the tin suit mutter to another man with the bow "Do we know when they will ever stop arguing and become friends?'' But before the man with the bow could answer I cut in "Approximately 5 months, 3 weeks and 1 day. Is when they will become friends because Natasha will be in a faytal state and is about to die, Steve will save her by protecting her with his shield from attacking enemies till they found the cure and then the rest is history!'' They all turn their heads to me again like before and stare intensely at me. "How did you do that and how did you hear Tony all the way of here?" asked the man with the bow. I was confused as to who he was talking about and I think the red headed  woman understood because she spoke next. "I'm sorry but let me introduce myself, I'm Agent Romanoff and this is Agent Barton, Captain America, Dr.Banner, Thor and as you may know that tin garbage-can over there is Tony Stark." she said smirking. I just nodded and slowly got up and look around for the nearest exit since I haven't been downstairs is probably 3 years . Found One!...Dammit it's going to be hard to get to the back door when five people..wait five? I  thought there was six? whatever they must have went outside. I quickly turn and bolted for the door faster than you could blink but when I almost had my hand on the knob I was tackled to the ground by known other than, Agent Barton. Insert mental eye roll now.

"Double shit." I say irritated.

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Sorry its short I never know when to end these damn things
-Isabelle