The Protectors (As Told By Atlas Rand)

Memories

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I wake up the next morning, almost forgetting that it's 2016. I groan and sit up in bed. Rubbing my eyes, I pull the covers away and step onto the carpeted floor of my bedroom. I then walk over to my closet and change into today's clothes. Realizing I don't know what I'm going to do today, the first day of 2016, I sit back down in my bed.
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"Uh, hi. My name is Atlas Rand," I say shyly to the boy that stands before me.
He smirks. "My name is Thomas Wilson," he says.
I shuffle my feet. I didn't know why I was here, my dad sent me to this mansion. He said it was for my own good.
"So," Thomas' voice broke through my thoughts, "What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask the same thing of you," I respond, shocked at my own confidence.
"Well, I didn't want to be here. My dad sent me here saying that 'my destiny is at that mansion.' I don't know why, though."
I frown. "My dad also sent me here, saying it was for my own good."
He looks at me. "Who is your dad?" he asks.
I hesitate before saying, "Danny Rand AKA Iron Fist."
"My dad is Wade Wilson," he smirks again, "AKA Deadpool."
I think to myself for a second. Maybe they are trying to get us to do something? "Maybe they are trying to get us to do something," I say out loud this time.
"Like what?" Thomas says.
I shrug. "Maybe form a team of children superheroes."
Thomas' face lights up. "Yes! That's what we can do! Start a team and recruit people!"
I chuckle at that. "But what would we call ourselves?" I ask.
Thomas teleports to the ceiling and responds, "What do you think?"
I stand there for a moment before answering, "How about 'The Protectors'?"
He teleports back down. "I like that name."
I smile. "I guess all we need is to recruit people."
Looking around, he responds, "First we need to clean this place up."
"Yeah, we need to clean up the Protectors mansion."
We both laugh and start to fix the place up.
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I smile at the memory. It was just us, then we recruited Chelsea Murdock and a few others. Alice came in later, a month before Josh. We have so many members now I forget some of their names. I stand up and walk over to my room door, pausing before I open it and step into the hallway, leaving the memory behind.
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ANT (easier than saying "Author's Note thingy"):

Ahhh, memories. They sure are fun to remember. I will continue on with the daily life of Atlas Rand in the next chapter. I will add a few flashbacks along the way, to develop the story a little more. For all you that are in the roleplay, I'm sorry if that's not how they met, it's been so long that I don't remember so I made that up. XD

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