Don't Get Me Started! I'll Never Finish!

Story #2 (marvel fanfiction idea)

Don't stop, don't you dare stop. If you stop, Logan, Anya, and David are dead. The thought repeated itself in an obsessive cycle as I powered down the country road on my motorcycle. Time was running short; hours ago I received a threat on my best friends' lives, lives I didn't want to lose.

'Consider today the day when your past life and sins catch up to you. Just do not let them destroy your friends.'

"There's not a chance in the universe I'm letting that happen." I muttered, keeping one hand on a briefcase filled with the ransom, classified information from my old life.

An abandoned barn appeared on the horizon. As the distance between it and me shortened, so did my breaths. This wasn't right, I shouldn't have put my friends in this much danger. In reality, it would've been safer to just not have made the friends I did. But the initial damage has been done, right now my only mission is to prevent any more.

The barn door creaked when I pushed it open, only to fall off it's hinges with a bang.

"Hello?" I swung the briefcase around while surveying the decrepit structure around me. Hazy sunlight peeped in through fading holes in the wooden siding. The beams holding up the hay loft were clearly infested with termites, and the loft itself was sagging under the weight of decaying timber. "I have the ransom. No one else is here, I am here alone."

"That's great sweetheart, but there's no chance I'm letting you off that easy." A man's shadow took it's place next to me, and it's hand gently took the briefcase from mine.

"So what do you want from me Beckett?" He laughed in my ear, making me keep myself from cringing.

"I'm glad you at least remember my name. As to your other question..." The briefcase went flying into the loft, landing with a resounding thud. "I want to see your destruction, to hear your pleading screams. At least that's one, less desirable end; really I want you to join me."

"And why me when there are hundreds of other agents, agents that are much more capable of handling your vile dirty work?" Beckett walked around to face me, flashing his usual smooth sneer.

"Because you've never been just an agent, haven't you?" I bit my lip in anticipation of his next remark. "I've seen the tests, I know what you're capable of achieving. Being able to freeze time around you, it's really quite impressive."

"Any other time I'd accept the flattery, but not now, not when you're the one giving it."

"Aww, but I was being sincere." He stepped closer, as if trying to invade my personal space. "I really am intrigued by your power though, were you born with it?"

"Where are my friends Beckett?" I muttered through clenched teeth. His quick response was to strike me on the cheek with the back of his hand.

"Don't rush me Alexandra. Your friends are safe for now, it's your own safety I'd worry about." Another harder blow landed on my cheek, this time knocking me off balance and landing me on the floor.

Get up and fight back! My conscience yelled at me.

No; if I do, I know my friends will suffer for it. That's what Beckett wants isn't it? To see me suffer? Ever since I joined SHIELD, he's been in the shadows stalking me. He must have been happy to sit back in his level nine position.

"Get up Alexandra, you should take part in this game!" Beckett grabbed me and threw me against the wall. "I don't understand you," he sneered. "You were born with this powerful gift and yet you don't even use it to defend yourself? Pathetic." I stumbled to my feet with a muted groan, resisting the instinctive urge to use my power and end Beckett for good.

"I don't use it because every time I do, I hear the tortured screams of the people I murdered. People I murdered on missions you sent me on. So I will be dead and in hell before I use it again to help you."

"That kind of attitude will not be tolerated." Beckett growled. Without warning, he revealed a handgun and fired at me. This was too much; I held up my hands and the bullets froze mid-flight, but the screams and cries flooded my ears and my mind. The pleas of a mother before I took her son's life away, a child's cries over his family's lifeless bodies, the ghost images of assassination scenes. Horrors ripped my heart to shreds, so I bolted. Around the bullets I spun, but as I passed Beckett's frozen body a hand grabbed ahold of my neck.

"Surprise!" Beckett hissed, pressing the cooling barrel of the gun against my stomach. "Your powers aren't a 'get out of jail free' card against me. Now, I'll give you one last chance to comply, or your final meal will be lead."

"Go ahead and shoot me." I croaked through the chokehold. The bullets burned in my stomach seconds later, and the pain took over my senses. Before I succumbed to it though, I watched as Beckett suddenly keeled over. His assailant didn't hesitate before kneeling next to me and pressing cloth against the wounds. He said something, I know he did, but my vision was too blurry to read his lips, and all I could hear was a constant ring. All I could hold onto when everything faded to black was the worried and serious glimmer in his eyes.

A/N

Okay, this one is a bit different. It is a Marvel fanfiction that's been brewing for a little while, and I have a general idea of the storyline. So my question is actually just if I should pursue writing this as it is somewhat calming to write. Depending on the response I get I'll stop my other one and focus on this one. This week I'm in the process of moving, so I'm probably not going to get to write much, but thanksgiving hopefully will be less stressful!
Please remember to vote!
-LJ
*Logan is not a reference to Wolverine, I just recycled names from an old MCU fanfiction trash as placeholders, there are characters that come into play later in Realm Runner by those names though. Also, I do not own any Marvel comics, all references belong to Marvel Studios and other respective film companies.