The Company (Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter One: Agent Barton

The Company

Chapter One: Agent Barton

There is something about New York City that keeps bringing people back. Though in my opinion it was crowded, loud and extremely tight-cornered, people just couldn't seem to be able to resist its charm.

As soon as I stepped foot into this city I had the feeling that this was going to be a bad idea. Just something rubbed me the wrong way. It could have just been that while walking down the street nearly fifteen people have already bumped into me. All that seemed to do is jar my senses into overdrive as well as make me anxious. Touch makes my ability to enter peoples mind all that stronger, sometimes it even forces me to lose reality and focus on the person I'm touching. It makes for one hell of a first impression.

I soon realized that I should have left my bike somewhere hidden so that I didn't have to rely on it as much, preferably back and the apartment I'm renting for the moment. I change my mind, it is probably better that I keep it around. I don't need someone to steal it on me. Even though it would be way too easy for me to fly around, there are far too many cameras around for me to be able to take flight. Someone would notice and I could do without some unwanted attention. I had to blend in. With that being said, I had to focus on why I was here.

The Avengers saved Manhattan. That's all that has been on the news for the past few weeks. While the city was still destroyed and in disarray, people were still living on with their lives as well as they could. Though I am not here to judge about how well people are bouncing back from an alien attack. I am here to find out information about the Avengers. They seemed like a well put together and oiled machine that's ready to move at the touch of a button. Though I would have to guess that it didn't start out that way.

If they were able to save New York and the world from being taken over, then they should be able to help me with tracking down my family. The thing is, I can't just walk up to where they are and expect them to drop everything and help me. They won't trust me enough to do that, and I don't trust them enough to handle this information with care. One mistake from them and its bye bye incognito and hello brand new cage and all new and intrusive as well as painful experiments for me.

That was something I had already escaped from and wasn't ready to let myself go back to that life. I've had a taste of freedom and that prison is not the life I want to continue living.

I sighed, rolling my back shoulders. I felt that there were eyes on me everywhere I turned. I had nowhere to go in this city, no one to turn to. The only people that I could hope to trust is the Avengers. It's a long shot that they will even want to listen to what I have to say. I'm sure that if I popped my wings out that they would have something to say about it. They have faced aliens. A young girl who was experimented on and was given wings from animal DNA should be nothing more than a walk in the park for them.

I needed a plan. How was I going to get their attention? I couldn't do something loud and obnoxious because then the Company would be able to pin point my exact location. That would mean people would get hurt. I didn't need for that to happen.

Who was I to say that the Company didn't already approach them and turn them against me. Telling them that we were rogue, that we were uncontrollable and had to be stopped. What would happen then?

My stomach growled, my hand flew there trying to muffle the sound. At least now I have something to do. I need food. I can plan after.

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The first restaurant that I could find was one that on the outside was destroyed but, from what I could tell it looked like a retro diner theme inside. This hopefully means cheap food. I only have so much food money a week.