"You know, I thought that you would've found me a lot faster than that- being the Avengers and all. I left my patterns practically obvious," the girl continued with an almost maniac-like smirk, a crazy glint crossing her dark eyes.
The girl herself was dressed in regular clothes- nothing that matched any stealth or protection clothing the team wore. She was wearing ripped, black skinny jeans, a sleeveless, sky blue hoodie that read- First I need Coffee - in white text, a maroon bomber jacket and black and white checkered vans. She was a small, pale, ginger-haired girl with dark brown eyes and a splash of light freckles across her cheeks and nose. Not to mention, she couldn't possibly be over fifteen years old.
It was silent. The team of mighty heroes couldn't take her eyes off her because they were in shock. The psycho responsible of over a dozen murders in the span of a couple of months was just a teenager. They couldn't believe it, at least some of them couldn't, as others thought that killers came in all forms and ages.
"What? Why so silent?" She taunted, "come on, you've managed to succeed this far, I thought you'd have more to say."
"It was you?" Steve asked quietly in a dangerous tone.
"What was me?" She asked in confusion before her expression melted into one of deviousness. "Oh the murders that had been going around in New York? Yeah...genius aren't they?" she sighed in a dream-like way as she leant back into her chair, hands shoved in jacket pockets.
"I mean, you don't see many pieces of art in murder nowadays. The one where I gutted that one guy and used his small intestine to fashion a bowtie around his neck- one of my favorites," she finished off with a faraway smile on her small face.
"You're sick," Tony spat out, holdings palms up, repulsers ready to fire.
"I prefer the term artistic," she commented simply.
"Who are you, psycho?" Sam cut in, a harsh glare on his face.
"Is that what I'm being called now?" She asked instead, a finger on her chin as she tilted her head up a bit, catching his eyes with hers.
"Did you expect something else?" Natasha remarked coldly, an emotionless mask enveloping her face.
"Hm, maybe Mysterious Murderer or the Hooded Maniac, I can't figure out which ones better," she grinned, displaying her dimples.
"You're mad," scoffed Rhodey.
"All the best people are," she shot back.
"Alright kid, what's your name?" Tony sighed, wanting the day to be over with.
"I don't want to tell you," she childishly refused. She stood up from her chair and began walked around, raising her hand in mock surrender when the team rose their weapons at her.
"You know, I have had a very stressful day and my patience is wearing very thin-" Tony began, raising his repulser bean and was about to shoot when she began talking again.
"Fine! I'll give you a hint: it starts with the letter B," she cut in with an annoyed sigh. "I'll let you figure out the rest."
Apparently, Wanda had had enough with the girl's childish banters and shot a ball of red mist-like energy, the red disappearing into the psycho's temple after leaving her fingers. The ginger grinned a little before her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she collapsed to the ground, knocked out cold. The Avengers stared back to the young girl, surprised, but she only shrugged.
"She was beginning to annoy me," she then gestured to the unconscious ginger. "We have her, now lets go, I wasted an episode of Sherlock for this." Steve sighed but nodded at the others to check the building one final time to see if there were any bodies left unnoticed while he gathered the small, petite girl into his arms and journeyed back into the quinjet.
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