From Pickpocket to Avenger

Chapter 4

Lying in a bed who knows where, I couldn't open my eyes or move while it felt as if my head was full of angry bees. It was kind of like I was frozen or paralyzed. However, I was still aware of everything happening and I could remember everything that had happened. No matter how much I moved or at least tried to nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity.

Personally, I didn't really mind. It was like a lie-in and I hadn't had one of those in ages. On the streets, you couldn't afford them. While you sleep things could be happening and it was important to get up early. Especially because I was a pickpocket. While people were sleepy, they were vulnerable, they were easy target. I made most of my money in the mornings and evenings. Drunks were easy targets as well.

I think a few hours passed before I was able to prise my eyes open and move which I wasn't entirely grateful. Probably because I woke up in a cell were everything was white and pristine. It was horrific and wasn't helping my headache, neither was moving, but I wasn't going to let them know that. Whoever they were.

It was probably S.H.I.E.L.D. Stark has been in contact with team before and S.H.I.E.L.D. was the one who came up with the Avengers initiative. S.H.I.E.L.D. is one of the organisations who experiment on mutants and I know this for a fact. While living on the streets I met a mutant who was running from them, I'm surprised I'm not tied to a bench in one of their labs. One things sure, I won't be trusting any of these people any time soon.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside of my personal hell, I mean cell. Looks like they're coming to get me. I'll go down swinging, I won't be experimented on, I will be free. May all the Gods help them if they think they can keep me here against my will. Do you think they'd mind if I blow a large hole in the wall to escape? It's not like they can stop me even if they tried. Then the door opened revealing the last person I wanted to see, Stark. He can in and sat on the bed in front of me.

"So, Lyra Blake, you weren't even declared missing. Your parents probably thought you weren't even worth it." He said with that stupid smirk on his face that I was just itching to slap. Let's see if it's true. I mean, they do say 'words will never hurt me.' Sure, I may have some skeletons in my closet but they're nothing compare to what I heard about him.

"Ouch, that was a low blow Stark, even for you. If you want to about family problems then you could've just said. Everyone knows about the problems between you and your father. He–" Stark cuts me off with an angry snarl. Oops, looks like I struck a nerve. Now the shoes on the other foot. If he wants to talk about family issues then lets.

"Don't talk about my father. You know nothing, nothing about me. Just because your family didn't love you doesn't mean you have to take it out on everyone else. No wonder they kicked you out, no wonder no one cares about you when you speak to people like that." Stark bellows at me while his face turned red. It seems I touched a nerve talking about his family. I'll remember this in case I need to use it in the future.

"At least you had one parent who cared, you're right about no one caring about me. Once they did but I changed. They say your parents will love you no matter what but it's a lie. It wasn't always like this, the world did this to me. It either I adapted or I died, hell spat me back out. New York seems so nice when you have a big shiny tower to live in but if you're poor, if you live on the streets it's hell." I growled back at him, if he didn't leave I'll punch him. That or I'll lose control of my powers and do something worse, much worse. At least that shut him up. Permanently.

For a while we sat there in silence. Neither of us moved, neither of us talked and it was quite awkward. One of us needed to apologise and I decided I would be the bigger person here. He started it but, with his ego, he was not going to be the one to apologise first. I may have kind of took it to a whole other level b brining his family into it.

"Ok, I'm sorry. I said some things that were out of line. I've had a stressful day, kidnapping makes me cranky. Please don't hold it against me." I say while holding out my hand.

"Forgiven," he replied as he shook my hand. "I'm sorry as well. I also said some things. Please don't hold it against me in the future. Who knew kidnapping someone would involve so much paperwork. Sometimes I hate S.H.I.E.L.D." What should I do? For all I know this could be fake. However . . . something about this seemed genuine.