Protecting You

Chapter 2

Racing down the concrete steps, I run around the corner and into the canteen. There's a few Agents collecting their breakfast, but most have already eaten and working. The Avengers are sat at one of the white round tables, chatting and joking. But Tony and Bruce aren't here. Striding into the queue, I grab a tray from the pile and pick up two slices of toast and an apple. Walking around, I sit on a seat beside Steve and my Uncle. Clint and Natasha start talking amongst themselves, about his latest trip to China.

"So, are you going to show your Uncle your drawing later?" Steve asks.

Panic rushes through me. I need to figure out what the drawing means first.

"I spilt milkshake on it, so I had to throw it away. It was just of a girl in a bed, I think she was sick or something and a man sat by her side." I partly lie.

"What does it mean?" Uncle asks, clasping his hands on the table and gazing at me.

"I don't know. I wasn't controlling what I was drawing."

"Has that happened before?"

"Nope." I mutter.

From the corner of my eye, I can see Steve and Thor exchange glances as I bite into my toast.

"It probably doesn't mean anything." I point out.

"You should have brought it straight to me." Uncle argues.

"I know for next time now, don't I." I point out.

"Yes. You must tell me next time."

"I've got to go study." I excuse.

Standing up, I grab my apple and place my tray in the rack. Heading up the stairs, I bite into the apple and the juice explodes onto my tongue. Stepping into my room, I close the door behind me.

The walls are a pale, almost white, pink and against the wall is my single bed with my pink checked duvet cover. To the side is another door leading to a bathroom and next to that door is my wardrobe and a chest of drawers. At the head of my bed, next to it is a wooden desk with my laptop and some drawers. On the wall to the left of my door, it is covered with photos of everyone, they hide every millimetre of paint on the wall. There are also shelves on the other wall, holding my birthday snowglobes.

After all my stuff was burnt in Steve's house, everything had to be replaced. Including the teddy from my father, the photos, clothes, my laptop and snowglobes. But each thing has been replaced with an exact replica of the original.

Laying on the bed, I lean over and grab the drawing from underneath the mattress. My eyes fix on it, trying to figure out what it means. Steve is sat beside a girl in a bed, I'm assuming the girl is me. What other teenage girl does Steve know? But why am I sick? What happens to me?

Slipping the drawing into my back pocket, I walk out of my room and am about to step around the corner, but I stop when I hear voices.

"This happened to my brother when we were younger, he started drawing and said he couldn't control it. Most of the things he drew came true, they actually happened in reality." Thor explains, attempting a whisper but his voice is too low.

"Really? Then the drawing will happen." Steve mutters.

"Did the girl have any resemblance to Harriet?" He asks.

"I don't think so. The girl had her hair back so I couldn't see it."

Turning in the opposite direction, I race down the fire escape stairs and stop outside the metal door. Scanning my thumb, the door opens and I slip through. I have to scan my thumb on the next door too. Wandering into the cell area, I stand in front of Loki's room. Loki looks up from his book, his eyes meeting mine and I can see a small twinkle in his left eye.