The Kind You Save

Chapter 1

What do you do when everyone knows what you are?

What do you do when everyone fears what you are?

Because I'm not a regular person who's moved from England to New York for whatever reason. I'm not just a loon. I am not an escapee. 

I am a plague.

I am Plague.

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They'd been staring at me for half an hour now. If I started putting my books in my bag, they'd start packing up too. So I'd unpack and sit back down. They'd do it too. Five men sat with an awfully pretty redheaded girl, who seemed to have had enough of them. It was definitely odd to see such buff guys sat in a library, though one of them looked a bit smaller than the others, and one looked a lot larger.

"Oh just bloody talk to me, don't just sit and stare." I finally snarled in their direction, earning myself a glare from the front desk.

One of the blokes blushed immensely and stood up, sheepishly wandering over to my table.

"I do apologise, miss. I'm Steve Rogers, " he said, his voice was soft.

"I know who you are." Of course, I did, they were the Avengers, they were supposed to be my allies. He held out his hand for me to shake it, I quietly declined with a shake of my head.

"Look, I'm just going to cut to the chase. We need you on our team, things are getting pretty nasty out there and none of us can do it without each other." He said. It sounds fairly straightforward, right? But it's not, there are a few catches. You have to live with them, train with them, and work with them. There would be no secrecy, no privacy as an Avenger, and that's not something I'm up for.

I started to quickly pack my books into my bag, "Thank you kindly for the offer, Cap, but I work alone. I'm perfectly capable. Now if you don't mind, I must be on my way." I headed towards the doors, giving him and his team a nod on my way.

"It isn't an offer Mykie. You need us, and we need you." Captain America, though not in the suit, continuously spoke as though he was my Cap. He spoke loudly, with purpose, earning himself a "ssh" from the librarian.

I turned around when I reached the door, "Sorry, Mykie's unavailable. Though Plague has some work to do." 

Plague.

It sounds like poison. It tastes of poison and I hate it, I hate that this is my name. 

I ducked into a bathroom, locking myself in a cubicle and quickly suiting up. On went my leather trousers, black vest top and combat boots, my everyday attire being stuffed into my bag and pushed under one of the ceiling panels. Switching my full gloves for the fingerless leather ones, the ones with the power band on my left wrist and two electrode bands on either bicep, wires connecting them all together, felt like I truly was mad. though if mad I was, then mad I should prove to be. with my blue hair up in a high pony, I ran out of the bathroom.

I could smell them, they were near.

Left, two rights, straight on, left again, and boom. There they are.

Fighting off Hydra agents had really become a regular thing for me, though never had I done it in the middle of a motorway - freeway, whatever. 

It definitely wasn't the easiest fight in the word. I'd used up most of my energy trying to push the road out to be a little wider so that people using the motorway could just manoeuvre around us. There wasn't much left in me after that. I couldn't lift anything, my mind was just too tired, nothing would shoot from palms as per usual and so I had to resort to a good old fist fight. Never bring a fist to a gunfight though.

With a gun to my head and my hand inches from his neck, his colleagues laying dead beside our feet, it was the last straw. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see those guys from the library watching intently, the smaller, dirtier guy looking about ready to lunge forward and take part, the others looking in fascination.

The tension was thick, sirens could be heard in the distance as floods of cars flew past us. His finger twitched on the trigger and my arm lunged forward, lightly skimming his skin with my own. His gun fell to the floor as his veins bulged and glowed a vibrant purple. Blood poured from his face as he fell to the floor, his muscles contracting as he found peace. I used the last of my strength to return the road to normal, throwing a glare to the Avengers as I threw my body over the side of the motorway, landing in the river.

Water.

Water puts out the fire, and my body, my veins, were on fire. The electricity running through from my gloves always left me with bruises and cuts as though a bolt of lightning hit me, but in reality, I did it to myself. Though I was used to it.

Dragging myself out of the water to the pebbles that sat on the bank, I wiped my face with my hand, letting out a shaky, tearful breath with it. The weight of what I had just done was finally pushing my shoulders into my knees, my head falling between them as the tears began to flow. I could hear footsteps approaching me, sliding down the bank and regaining balance a few feet from me.

I lay down, my back felt uncomfortable against the pebbles.

"I killed them," I whispered. "I fucking killed them."