Glitch (Avengers Fanfiction)

The Avengers Tower

I walk into the door of the apartment my mom and I are renting out while we stay in New York. Closing the door behind me, I place my bag on the counter and open the fridge, pulling out a jar of pickles. Eating a few, I notice how quiet the apartment is.

"Mum?" I shout, but only to be met wih silence again. "Mum!?" That's weird, she should be home by now. Her work ended an hour ago, it's already 5:30, where is she?

I find the house phone and dial my mom's cell, as it rings I scrunch my eyebrows together in worry. She'll be fine, right? I mean, we just got here, right? So she's probably lost or something, New York is a big city, she probably took a wrong turn. Maybe she...uh....she's fine. Her phone probably ran out of battery, and then she couldn't use it for directions back here. I sigh, okay that makes sense, that's probably what happened. Relaxing a bit, I plop down on the couch and turn to Netflix, switching on Friends. After two episodes, I glance at the clock and see it's almost six. My heart skips a beat and I call my mom again. No answer. I turn off the T.V. and stand up, breathing fast. What if she's hurt? Or what if.......no, no she's fine. Like I said, her phone is out of battery and she got lost. Her phone is out of battery and she got lost. Her phone is out of battery and she got lost.  Her phone is out of battery and she got lost. I run at through my mind until I calm down, so I almost drop my phone when it rings. I look at the caller ID and relief floods my body as I see Mom's name. Pressing the answer button, I put the phone to my ear.

"Oh my God mum, where are you? Why are you taking so long, why didn't you answer the phone? Do you know how long I've sat here? I was so worried about you. M-" My rant is cut off by an unfamiliar female voice.

"Hey, hey. This isn't your mum." I frown as the voice fills the line, "This is the Lenox Hill Hospital, there's been a terrible accident."

I open my eyes wide, tears running down my face at my nightmare. Wiping them away, I try to forget about that terrible night. That was the night my mother went to the hospital because she was hit by a cab. That was the night when I ran from everyone. When I left for the streets, running from social services. That was the night when my life changed. 

Looking around, my heart stops again as I realize I'm in an unfamiliar room, I feel a pain in my shoulder and remember being shot.

I must be in a hospital. 

This looks like a hospital room anyways, white walls, equipment everywhere, beeping noises. And that weird smell...like an animal died and then its carcass was coated in hand sanitizer.

I wrack my brain for the events of wherever I was before this. I slowly remember the bank, and the robbers, and the ginger, and the little girl. Everything rushes through my mind and I realize I don't want to be here. I could just leave, right? I heal really fast anyways, I always thought it was like another power. 

I throw the white sheets off me to reveal a hospital gown, I frown.

Who changed me?

Finding my clothes in the corner, I slip them on underneath and then take the gown off, throwing it on the bed. This takes a while, as every time I lift my shoulder, it hurts a tiny bit. Feeling my wound, I realize I have stiches on the front of my shoulder and a bandage seems to be wrapped around it. 

"Hey, what are you doing out of bed?" I turn around and see a familiar face.

"Bruce? You work at a hospital?" I open my mouth in shock and so does he.

"You!?" He says, "You're the one that got shot? But you're that girl from the dry cleaners who...-nevermind. The point is, you need to stay in bed."