Everyone is looking around until they hear a voice. Its like their all in y/n mind.
The day her parents died
My father runs up the steps to my room and grabs me running to my parents shared bedroom. All i hear is mom yelling at dad, to hurry up. there's a huge commotion coming from down stairs. it sounds like doors being kicked in and things being broken. They're looking for something. Or someone.
Their footsteps coming closer. His footsteps echoing through the house.
"Y/N In the bathroom now!"
"But why mom!?"
"Sweetheart, no asking questions, now go! we don't have much time!"
She exclaims as my father starts barricading the door hoping to keep them out long enough to escape.
"No matter what you hear do not come out."
"Do you understand me?! Now go!""Yes mom"
As the door breaks down i hear my fathers yells echo throughout the house as he throws my father down the steps with his 'metal arm?'
My mother starts screaming and pleading for her life.
Gun shots
Ringing through my ears.
The screams
The sound of wood breaking and doors falling
The sound of my fathers lifeless body falling down the steps
My mothers screams
All replaying in my mind
I waited.
I never emerged from the bathroom.
I can't tell how long I've been here. its probably been hours.
My fathers best friend came running up the steps
"Y/n!"
"Y/n!"
I don't dare speak.
It's not him
It's them
They're gonna kill me too
"Oh y/n"
Uncle Nick says as he finds me in the bathroom staring blankly at my mothers lifeless body. He picks me up carrying me from the scene. Telling his head agents to take care of the matter he cannot stay.
He walks down the steps and out the door into the car. He puts me in and climbs in behind me telling the shield agent to take him home
"Uncle Nick!"
"They're gone"
"He shot them!"
"Who shot them?"
"I don't know.."
"He had a metal arm and a mask covering his face and he looks as if he was crying"
"Uncle Nick if someone murders someone else why would they be crying?"
"I don't know but i'll find out. i promise."
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Shes 9I'm at shield headquarters. Uncle Fury had to go on a mission.
Im with Mr. Hill and his daughter Maria.
Were running around outside 'play fighting' like the agents
All of a sudden we hear gunshots.
"MARIA GO!"She runs and y/n is right on her heels. Until she trips.
Maria turns around and stops"NO! GO! I'll be fine!"
She feels arms lift her off the ground. They cover her mouth and silence her screams. Shes asleep.
She wakes up in a dark room on a concrete floor.
This man who is really weird looking walks up and opens the steel door.
"Y/n" "My name is Brock rumlo."
"I'm here to help you"He injects her with a long needle and she passes out.
She wakes up on a cold metal table.
Legs an arms bound to the table tight enough to leave bruises.
They inject her with all these needles.
They beat her just for the fun of it.
She screams
They all hit the walls. They attack her.
They pull a machine from the ceiling an attached it to her head. The metal plates on her temples. The block in-between her teeth. They shocked her
Once
Twice
Twenty shocks later and shes still awake screaming at them. The building starts to shake.
It all goes dark
They bring her into a solid metal room.
"Bring in the soldier"
They bring him in and he just stands there
"Ready to comply"
Y/n starts to freak out. She darts moving her hands throwing things at him
Icicles. Fire balls. Water and ice to leave huge frost bite burns
Wind to keep him pinned against the wall.
It all goes black.
Shes standing in the middle of a large room. And they start throwing stuff at her. She makes a ring of fire around herself. And burns the building to the ground.
The soldier was on a mission at the time. Brock rumlo was in the building. He burned alive.
She looks up seeing the helicarrier arrive above her and she collapses.
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Troubled souls
FanficTRIGGER Warnings: PTSD. Explicit language. Violence. Murder. Self harm. Panic attacks. Anxiety. Suicide attempt. And probably more. If any of these things trigger or bother you i suggest not reading. If any of you struggle or need someone to talk t...