Memories: An Avengers Fan Fiction

C.7 ~ The Call

Chapter 7 ~ The Call

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I honestly can't tell you what happened next because two seconds after I ran around the building, following the might Next Avengers, I was shot.

In the shoulder and the the leg.

Yeah. I was shot twice.

By who?

"Pharaoh," Cora says pinning an ice pack to her eye, "well he doesn't have powers but he has a gun."

"Two guns," Pete says stretching his legs up on my hospital bed.

Captain America rubs a hand across his face. Apparently I was the only one with serious injuries. Everyone else made it out with scrapes and bruises.

Oh and guess what else! They didn't capture Pharaoh! In fact, Kim said it was a total disaster. The Pharaoh taunted them about plagues, people screamed and scratched their heads, I looked like a lunatic lying on the ground with a swim cap on, and the others tried to stop Pharaoh. I wasn't there to see it.

By the way-that was Yesterday.

"You're really really lucky," A doctor, Doctor Flamingo or something tells me, "lucky that the bullet hit your shoulder and not your heart."

"I don't think he wanted to kill anyone yet," Clint says.

Doctor Flamingo touches me shoulder and I scream. This has to be the second... Nope this is the first worst day of my life.

"So he got away?" I ask.

Cora laughs, "that's the good news. The bad news is we still don't know how to stop the lice bugs that are eating everyone's brains."

Reba, who sits in the opposite corner of the room with Tammy and Kim, nods, "we could try EMP but would the bugs explode? Killing the hosts?"

"They're spreading across the States," Kim says, "they just reached North Dakota I think."

"Well at least they have time to prepare," Clint says.

"This is a disaster," Captain America says.

I raise my hand, "I still have no clue what's going on. Heck, I don't know what's going on. This whole situation makes no sense. None at all. Who are you people? Why am I so confused? I feel like I'm in the dark on... Everything."

It was true. Everyone acknowledged the fact with their silence. I had been inside the compound for so long, when I came out, nothing made sense. Nothing makes sense. There's a bad guy. There's bad things happening. And we can't stop it. That's what I don't understand.

Why can't we stop it? Where did this Pharaoh guy come from? Why aren't the Avenger's putting him down? Why is there a six year old on my stomach?

I groan, "Tammmmmmmmmy!"

Tammy pokes my face, "you're really really pale."

"That's cause I'm ginger," I mutter.

And cause I've apparently lost a lot of blood. Courtesy of Cora not taking me back to S.H.I.E.L.D in time. No. They had to confront Pharaoh first.