Seraphic | s. rogers

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Irene Eldridge's P.O.V
Avengers Tower, New York

                    The tension was almost crackling in the air, like a thick blanket covering us, depriving us of oxygen. Their eyes bore on me, analyzing me, reading me. I wasn't all that surprised, for I had made headlines multiple times and I might be deemed a threat.

"You all seem disgruntled, and surprised." I stated, grabbing onto an unopened beer bottle and taking a long gulp. "You could do better with the beverages, Mr. Stark. I know you're a man that pleases to impress." His jaw moved in ways that I analyzed to be from his rage at the outrageous entrance I had made. "How did J.A.R.V.I.S. not detect you?" Stark asked, his brown eyebrows furrowing in confusion and frustration.

"I planted a virus, which disabled the AI, made it unable to detect me." The shock was spread amongst them, eyes wide, jaws slack, and heartbeat rising. "How could you? No one is capable of hacking my systems." Stark boasted. I shot him a glare, my blue eyes, which were discernible through the holes in my mask, glaring at the billionaire, who seemed to be in a state of shock.

"Look, can we please cut to the chase? I don't think she would risk coming here just to say 'hi'" Nick Fury's loud and authoritative voice boomed through the silence after Stark's remark. All eyes fell on him as he turned to me. "Why are you here? I don't think it's to come say hi, let's say, we left on sensitive terms."

I bitterly laughed, a sound so foreign to my ears. Glaring at the African-American, ex-director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I numbly stated, "That would be an understatement."

"I would appreciate my shield back, ma'am" Steve Rogers, also most commonly known as Captain America, had cut the sudden stare-of between Nick and I. His disgruntled and frustrated look confirmed my suspicions; I had agitated the usually calm and collected superhero.

Pulling onto it from its place on my back, I looked it over. "Quite handy weapon you go there, Cap'n." My alight blue eyes caught his own, itching to swim through the swirls of emotion they reflected.

Holding onto it tightly, I swung it on its way to the Captain. He surprisingly caught it, almost flying to the ground through the process. I raised my beer to him, as he collected himself and glared at me.

"You said you came here not for entertainment, but something important. What do you want?" Natasha Romanoff's, or the Black Widow's, monotone voice took me out of the glaring trance I was entertaining with the Captain. "Right, of course."

Walking over to the set of computers placed at the far right of the living area, I pulled out a flash drive and plugged it into the computer, many files appearing on the half a dozen screens hanging from the wall.

Using the touch settings embedded into the system of the computers, I pressed on the file that stated the date which the attack at the Hilton Hotel occurred. "This device," I pointed to the photo of the device I retrieved from the dead man that attacked me, "Possesses more power than I had thought."

"How do you mean?" Bruce Banner, or the Hulk, asked, seemingly more interested in the uncommon device rather than me, a known possible threat and vigilante to S.H.I.E.L.D.

I shrugged, "As you all might know, I have abilities. They're mostly around the range of Telekinesis, Telepathy, and Cosmokinesis." Realization dawned upon them as they connected the dots between my abilities and when I fight. "I used them to deduce the device, and apparently, it responds to my abilities. It does not make sense." Tony Stark approached the screens with an inquisitive expression.

"Could I take a look at it?"

"No." I stated, bitterly.

"Why?" He stubbornly asked.

"As I mentioned before, if this device falls into hands that aren't mine, it could lead to the path of the destruction of the worlds that we've built." Glaring at the mechanic genius in front of me, I could feel the emotions of rage and anger pooling out of him. "I hate you." I smiled at his statement, "You couldn't have said it better, Mister Stark."

"Anyways, after a lengthy and deep analysis on the device, I have determined the device to react to a certain genetic code." My statement had left the Avengers in a state of confusion and bewilderment. "It reacted to you, so what does that mean?" Doctor Banner asked, crossing his arms that were covered with a long sleeved sweatshirt. "I do not have a conclusion to that, but, I can assume that the device reacted to me because of my abilities."

Stark shook his head in denial. "Okay, so let me get this straight. The device has many different uses that could lead to death and destruction, not to mention it only activates when it recognize the genetic code of a mutant?!" I rolled my eyes at the scientist. "I am certainly not a mutant, Mister Stark. A mutant is someone who possesses a genetic trait, called the X-gene. I do not have the X-gene, for my powers are passed down to me from my ancestors."

"Anyways, the people we are up against, are more powerful, and aware, than we are." I informed the Avengers, each stood with a sense of heroism and strength.

"And you want us to help you take them down?" Agent Clint Barton, or more commonly known as Hawkeye, asked, as I sensed an underlying tone of sarcasm. "Well, I do know that if a threat to Earth arose, you would intervene whether I asked you to, or not." I smirked. "Alright, we can start by telling us who you really are..." Steve Rogers stated with a sense of authority, taking a step forward, and advancing towards me.

"Sorry to disappoint, Cap'n, but no can do. My identity will remain a secret until I deem it not to be." I tilted my head to the side, in a gesture of playfulness.

Unexpectedly, an alarm had started to blare from the many computers on the side of the room. All of us turned in concern, as the sound did not seem to settle down and could possibly mean a threat. "What did you do now?" Stark glared towards me, as he jogged over to the computers and pressed a few buttons to disarm the alarms. Furrowing my eyebrows in offense, I crossed my arms over my chest, "I did not do anything."

Disgruntled, a man that seemed to be wearing S.H.I.E.L.D. attire, burst through the doors. "Mister Fury, we have activated threat code seven, Commander Hill requests yours and the Avengers' presence immediately." Some emotion flashed through the faces of the peopl in the room, and I had quite a hard time figuring it out.

"Alright, tell her we're coming." Replied Fury.

He then turned to me, "S.H.I.E.L.D. Threat code seven is wh-" I shook my hand in dismissal, "I know, there is a threat, but you don't know what kind of threat it is."

Getting up, I walked over to the doors the previous S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent came and passed through. "Where do you think you're going?" Asked Agent Barton. Turning to him with a bored expression I placed both my hands I my hips. "I am going to see the threat. I have a feeling I will be needed to assist." Smiling at their annoyed expressions, I continued, "And besides, aren't we supposed to be allied now?"

And with that, I strode out the door with confidence, the Avengers and Nick Fury following closely behind. Oh, we are just getting started.

So it has been some time since I updated, sowwy.
I've just been have a bïtch of a writers block. :(
Anyways, hopefully I will be updating more often

- Sara