Chapter 1

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Sokovia was cold and yet people were lively as they talked and went on their merrily way. Children shuffled through the snow as they ran with cheerful grins. I walked over to a tented area of the market was as I looked for some food for the week. Since my 'death' in New York, I was now on my own. In my own little free world where I was just a ghost that is there one second then gone the next. Like don't get me wrong, I loved my adopted father, but there were some things that we didn't know about myself and he was confused about the whole wings.

So when I died, I have been in contact with the woman that I first saw that day when I thought I was really going to die. She was my real mother who only got to hold me for so long before she was killed. She has visited me many times in my dreams as she told me more and more about my biological family and how I got to where I was placed in Tony's care. The whole entire bombard information about all that, was so overwhelming that I didn't even go to Romania because I just needed to be away from anything so I came to Sokovia for now and that's how we are here.

I grabbed a bag of red crimson looking fresh apples and handed the merchant lady some money and walked away from the venue and out of the town area. There is this large wooded area around the small city where I would visit while I sat there and ate. It was just quiet, peaceful and overall just nice. I sat up into a large tree with covered snow from this morning's weather. I grabbed the bag of apples and removed my bag from my shoulders and put the rest of the apples in there making sure they didn't bruise. After putting them away, I left one out for me to eat. This was my life and I had no problem with it, except for one thing. Missing Tony. I wish I could tell him, I was alive, but I couldn't go against my dead mother's wishes.

I leaned my head back and thought carefully what my next step was going to be, but my thoughts were interrupted by gunshots not far from here. I widen my eyes and looked where the gunshots were being fired at. I haven't heard gun fire in this small place since I moved up here. I sighed and put my apple in my bag and threw my bag over my shoulder as I pulled my small face mask over my mouth and pulled the collar on my long cloak to stand up and not fall over. I then jumped down from the tree and started to run towards the fighting. If I was a sane person, I would be running away from the fighting. But I'm not a sane person, but instead a curious one.

I sludged through the snow until I got onto the top of the hill and saw a flash of red, white, and blue outfit holding a shield in hand while he rode on a bike

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I sludged through the snow until I got onto the top of the hill and saw a flash of red, white, and blue outfit holding a shield in hand while he rode on a bike. I flicked my gaze towards another person who had a long red cape and long dirty blonde hair with a hammer that had thunder coming out of the small thing. I didn't have to look any further as I slouched my shoulders and groaned. "Shit..." I said under my breath and heard an explosion nearby as I turned and ran towards the direction of the explosion only to stop to see a guy in all black shooting arrows. Hawkeye. I still remember their names even I didn't really know them. The other two were Captain America and Thor. "So I'm gonna make a guess the whole team is here," I said as I watched Clint shoot an arrow at a bunker and hid behind the tree as if hoping for the arrow to hit the target but suddenly there was a flash of blue and silver. Clint looked up and was about to shoot another one, but was flipped onto his back as a guy wearing a blue outfit with white stripes walked passed him and sped off. Clint was about to get up, but was shot down from an oncoming enemy as I felt myself go towards him as I pulled out a throwing knife and threw it towards the enemy as they fell back.

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