So I deleted a story because it was just sort of sitting there and there wasn't really anything I wanted to do with it. Here's the summary:
Running through the streets of New York is a secret. A secret that could kill everything and everyone. It hides in a young girl, terrified and alone, constantly changing her hair, her skin, her clothes, and her name. She won't sit still and she can't sit still.
When the Avengers find her in a lone street, wanting to run.
And that one moment begins the chase, the Avengers unwilling to let her go.
Chapter 1:
Stark Files Password: **********
INFORMATION ACQUIRED File Name: This girl is driving me nuts
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ALIAS: Emma Frost NAME: Unknown BIRTHPLACE: Unkown HAIR COLOR: Unknown EYE COLOR: Green SKIN COLOR: Pale, tannish CHARACTERISTICS: Elusive, fast runner, mysterious, completely anonymous, and goddamnit NOTHING ELSE!
Currently residing: UN-FRICKING-KNOWN!
Last seen: New York? Somewhere near Queens I think
Family: None. Zip-zap zilch. Nothing.
Notes: This is my private mission. All Iron Man's. She knows something and she's caught my eye so I really want to figure it out. Plus, SHE'S DRIVING ME INSANE.
Chapter 2:
Natasha sat at the kitchen table, messing with her toast as Clint fired arrows at Thor's hammer. Thor was looking at it watching the arrows with amusement. Steve was marveling at a toaster and Bruce was tapping his feet.
"What are you waiting for?" Natasha asked finally.
"Tony wanted to show me something," Bruce said.
"What?" Natasha asked, just a tiny bit irritated by the idea of Tony having an idea.
"HEADS UP!" Natasha, with lightning fast reflexes ducked and grabbed Bruce, pulling him down. She looked up to see the Iron Man helmet flying over her head. She stared at it and it hovered before launching itself away.
"Whoawhoa-" Natasha looked up to see Tony half limping and hopping around. Only half of his suit was on, the arms and the legs, the chest plate, and the head launched to meet him along with the rest of the iron plates.
There was a pause.
"How COOL was that!?" Tony yelled from behind the mask, punching the air.
"Is that what you wanted to show me?" Bruce asked weakly.
