A isn't for Avenging

Chapter 12

Alexis's Pov.

I groaned in pain as I started to wake up. My head was pounding and my eyes felt so heavy. My mind was foggy and clouded. I blinked a couple of times trying to get the sleep out of my eyes before I realized I was looking at a ceiling.

A ceiling. Why was there a ceiling above me?

The ceiling was painted white and flat. I would have expected the bad guys to have taken me to a warehouse or something.

WAIT!

I shot up, sitting, my eyes wide as I took in the room around me. The walls were painted a nice cafe mocha color and the floor was carpeted with an off-white rug. The frame of the bed I sat seemed to be made of mahogany wood. Even the blankets that laid on top of me were soft. No bad guy I knew would go to these lengths to make their prisoner comfortable.

I slipped out of the bed relieved to see I was still dressed in the clothes I was wearing when I ran away from the tower. I walked over to the closed door that kept me in the room and opened it slowly, I let out a sigh of relief when it didn't squeak like I expected.

It appeared I was on the second level of a house. As I made my way down the white wooden stairs I heard a voice.

"I'm taking a break alright Steve? I have some personal issues that have come up and I need to take some time away from the team," The voice stated. It paused for a second or two before continuing. "Yes I'm sure, and It's not just about this news about this alternate universe Comet. Just call me if the world is ending or Thanos shows up, whichever happens first."

I sighed in relief, it was only Carol, I wasn't with any bad guys.

I walked into the kitchen to see Carol bent over in frustration. Her hands pressed down against the marble counters of island and her head bowed.

"I hope I haven't added upon your personal issues," I spoke softly.

Carol's head snapped up at my Voice.

"Alexis, You're awake. How long have you been up?" she asked.

"Less than 5 minutes at most," I answered her walking over to her before asking my own question, "So where exactly are we?"

"Stamford, Connecticut," she responded walking over to the pantry, "You want anything? Some cereal, you've been asleep for 19 hours, you need breakfast."

I nodded taking a seat, "What kind do you have?"

"Well... I've got Cheerios, Mini Wheats, and Froot Loops," Carol told me pulling the Froot Loops out of the pantry and the milk out of the fridge, setting the two on the counter before pulling out two bowls.

"Froot loops are fine," I answered smiling, "So why are we in Connecticut, I thought you lived in the Tower and Facility."

"I do now but when Marv'vel was alive we bought this house. He wanted a normal 'human' life in his words. Thought the first step to that was a white picket fence," Carol explained to me, "I rarely come here, brings up to many memories."  She poured the cereal into each bowl then the milk before passing a bowl to me with a spoon

"So why bring me here? Why not take me to the tower?" I questioned before taking a bite.

"Cause you're innocent. I know about your background more than anyone else and I'm 100% sure you're not Hydra in anyway shape or form, your encounter with Fisk proved that again. If I took you bac to the tower now no one would hear you out," Carol answered.

"My background?"

"Your adopted and birth parents," she replied looking down into her bowl of cereal.

"How?"

She looked back up at me, our eyes locking. She paused for a minute before speaking.

"I want to show you something," she told me before walking towards the stairs. I followed her up the white steps and pass the room I had woke up and to an another closed door. Carol put her hand on the knob of the handle and turned it pushing the door open.

She let me walk in first.

The drapes to the room were drawn so barely light flew in. I didn't see what the room really was until Carol flipped the light switch.

The gray walls hit me first, then the white crib that looked like it had been destroyed more than a decade ago. A block of wood that I could only guess had once been a dresser was ruined, the sides blacked like they had been lit on fire.

"What is this?" I questioned. I knew it was a nursery, I could even see the scattered pieces of wood along the floor that could have only once belonged to a rocking chair. Carol had never told me she had a kid if she did she would have mentioned them.

"This was to be my daughter's room," Carol answered confusing me even more.

"What happened?"

"Marv'vel got cancer right after we decorated this room. I knew I couldn't raise a kid without him so I gave her up for adoption. I did research on every perspective parent until I found the right ones," Carol explained before continuing, "I was so torn over giving her up and the death of Marv'vel that I destroyed this room. I haven't been in here for almost 16 years."

"Why are you telling me this?" I questioned. I was starting to panic.

"I know about your birth parents and adopted parents because I was the one who picked your adoptive parents. I was the one who gave you up and named you."

My eyes widened and the news started to set in. Carol was my mom. My birth mom.