The Avengers: Next Generation

Usual Morning (1)

Zoë's POV

It's not like I woke up this morning planning how the police was gonna come tell me to put my hands on my head and surrender. No, I woke up to a old wrinkled face telling me to get my 'bumpkin' out of bed and get ready to run some tests.

But I should clarify before I go on.

I'm Zoë Lee, and I know it sounds like a Dr. Seuss name so leave me be, age 15 and student at Northland Public in Michigan. I live with my grandfather Dr. Stan Lee at 800th Marvel Avenue in the big yellow three story. My parents left me with my grandfather when I was two years old. When I turned eight, my grandpa started to experiment on me. The first test was invisibility. He injected the icy blue liquid into my upper lest arm, waited for a week and told me to try to disappear.

It worked.

So did the force field experiment.

And the experiment that scares people. I can get in your head.

Control your actions, thoughts, words, anything your brain does for you. Pretty creepy right? Powers have their ups and downs.

Anywhooooooo, my morning started PERFECTLY as always. Until I woke up.

A rat-a-tat-tat was pounding at the door, waking me from the best sleep I've had in weeks. Grandpa Stan was being my wake up call. "Zo, you need to get ready quick so I can run some tests. Are you listening young bumpkin?"

I was unable to make actual words come out of my mouth, so instead of saying, "I'm coming give me half a hour!' It sounded like,  "Coma givm ahou ugggg."

My grandpa obviously had no idea I'm not one bit a morning person.

"What was that Zo?"

"I SAID GIVE ME THIRTY MINUTES PLEASE!!!!" I hollered at the top of my lungs.

He got the picture.

"Ok ok you whipper snapper."

I literally rolled onto the floor before taking a shower, taming my long dark black waves of hair. My brown eyes looked back at me. Reminding me how abnormal I am. I got dressed and pulled on a pair of jeans and my Captain America tee shirt then headed down the flight of stairs to the kitchen. The first story of the house was bedrooms and bathrooms, second was kitchen, living room, and entertainment, third floor was the lab.

We'll get to the lab in a minute.

My feet went thump down the stairs and I entered the kitchen and plopped in a dinning table chair. The smell of eggs and toast crept into my nose, coaxing me to not hate the morning so much. The moment was gone when Grandpa slipped on his lab coat. I already knew what he wanted to do. He cleared his throat.

" Bring your breakfast with you and hurry downstairs to the lab so we can run some tests."  His voice echoed in the empty rooms and the old wrinkled figure descended to the lab.

I snatched a plate and gave myself two eggs and a piece of toast and headed downstairs. The stairs creaked and moaned when my feet touched them, and the coldness of the tile floor seemed to creep through my socks to my feet, giving me the chills. The lab's light bulbs were fading, giving the place an eerie feel. The shelves had all sorts of chemicals, the chameleons were in their row of cages, (grandpa experimented on them before me) and the weird hospital bed still sat in the corner. Grandpa beckoned me over to sit on the bed while he checked my bloods pressure and crap.

His breathing was labored from age, his kind old wrinkled face was deep in thought, and his mustache was perfect as always. We went through our normal lab testing conversation. I looked over at him before speaking.

"So, how's my blood pressure?"

He looked at me over his glasses and smiled before answering.

"It's still perfect like it always has been. So is you blood, bones, eyesight, breathing,"

At this point he lists everything that he could name and I pretend I'm listing while I pick at my nails and nibble on breakfast. I know he's done when the needle pokes my arm and the red liquid fills the clear cylinder. The amazing Dr. Stan Lee tapped the glass and went to analyze my blood. His raspy breathing filled the room, giving the place a cold dark feeling. Grandpa placed the blood down, and walked across the room. It was time to have a little fun before my boring, silent two block walk to the middle school. The tingly feeling that starts in my chests spreads across my body, and as I creep off of the hospital bed, I look at my hands and they seem to dissolve into thin air.

Chameleons have the ability to bled into their surroundings, making them seem, invisible.

That was experiment one, the first one Grandpa tried one chameleon number 413, then me. And I'm still alive today so, well we can say it worked. This sort of thing is perfect for creeping up on people. Especially of your grandfather is a scientist that is on good terms with the government, who can hook you up with "special privileges." We got a well paid seamstress to sow clothes with the material my grandpa made just for me. The cloth is mixed with chemicals that can change to fit my body's needs. So, speaking English, when I turn invisible, my clothes also turn invisible.

Anyway, I crept off the table and sneaked up behind the old wrinkled raisin. He was totally unaware. Then test three comes into play.

Test three was the experiment that was somewhat a terrifying one. It happened last June. Grandpa was experimenting on how some people can know what other people are thinking. He didn't know if it would work, but after three years of research, he injected chameleon 517, he waited for three months to see if it would live, then I was next. It took awhile to get it to work. But now I can get into people's heads and control their actions.

It's not as easy as I make it look. I can't be more than ten feet away from my "victim" for it to work.

I stood behind grandpa and put all my attention on him. That's how it works. Like the attention given to a hard test, all my effort went into my spot light of my focus. His head tilted with confusion, and I put my hand on my left temple.

Grandpa, please turn around so I can see if this is working.

His head turned, his eyes were glazed over. It was working. Now for the fun part.

Grandpa, spin in a circle ten time while doing the chicken dance, then I will pretend that I don't know what just happened.

Well, I stood there laughing while he did the dance, he even clucked like a chicken a few times. When his trance ended, his glazed eyes sparkled once again, and he saw me laughing and he knew exactly what happened. His old face turned a deep red, and he shook his pointer finger at me.

"Zoë Rena Lee you grab you backpack and get out of here before I take away all your abilities!!!"

I laughed like a hyena and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth quickly before heading out the door. Grandpa threw his hands in the air and shouted,

"Teenagers!!"

I walked out of the lab and started to walk the two blocks to school.

Oh, the pleasure of being me.