Sammy (MARVEL OC story) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 5

19-1-13's POV

I don't know how long its been. I don't know what I've broken. But when I came into the world with a splitting headache I looked down. In sheer terror I saw the last traces of red leaving me skin. I also noticed I was not in some grassy area. I didn't know where the hell I was or what the hell happened but I was free. I was free from anyone's grasp. With that in thought I shot to my feet, I was without armor. Just in uniform clothing. I sprinted to a nearby tree line. I was somewhere in a park, that much was a breeze to figure out. I looked around and thought it was like the city that never sleeps. Since it was dark I walked on the sidewalk to a lit up store. I pulled out my wallet and tightened my grip on it so it wouldn't be swiped. Honestly those SHIELD guys got sloppy with me. I hummed a hello as I smiled at the store clerk. No talking for now. I walked thru the store, grabbing a hoodie, jeans, hair dye, a beanie, sun glasses, and some canned food. I had to make this stuff count. I paid for the stuff and left. Going back to the park I dressed in the clothes and threw the spare ones into a homeless guy's fire. He seemed happy with it. I walked around the park and spotted a music store. I had remembered I had enough for a guitar. I could make money with it. So I went into the store and picked up a dark oak county guitar with a elk engraved on the front. Nodding in approval at the way it sounds I paid for it, with the case and everything needed to care for it. I smiled at the man and walked back to the park. I had to make some money before I had to leave. I knew they were tracking mr, isn't hard to figure out. I set up the guitar in the middle of the park I began to play. In HYDRA I had to learn for certain missions and it just came back to me. I let my fingers run along the instrument as I played, getting lost in the music I didn't realize a small small called my lips home. I had died my hair earlier, it was now black not blonde. Still covered my eyes tho, which I was quite happy with. After a few hours the sun came up and I had grown an audience. Okay time to go. Standing up I gave a stiff bow and waved everyone off. Counting the money I made. Roughly $75. That was good enough. Placing my guitar in the case I slung it carefully over my shoulder. Leaving the park I looked around. I didn't own a phone, never have. But I'm glad I didn't. I nearly ran into someone while they were doing a run at roughly 8 am in the morning. Using a bit of my ASL(american sign language. I thank my cousin for those lessons BTW) training I quickly apologized to the very muscled dude and I walked off before he could say anything. I was deep in thought when I felt someone bump into me. As soon as the impact landed I reached for my wallet. Grabbing their wrist right as they tried to pull it out. I looked at the shocked look on their face. It was a kid. No more then eleven. I sighed softly and pulled out two tens and a five. I handed them to the kid and wrote down on some paper 'learn to sing or do art. Make your own money kay?' And handing it to them. They read it and looked at me before nodding and running off. I smiled slightly and heard someone's footsteps come towards me. Once they were in normal person's hearing range I turned around only to come face to face with a chest. God dammit.

"Sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you." The guy said. I knew that voice as fourth of july stripper. OH look my shoes have a new stain. Time to look them over for more. I signed out a simple 'its play' but as I glanced at his face he seemed confused.

"I have no idea what you're saying. You clearly aren't deaf. Mute maybe?? Well my friend Clint knows whatever you're doing with your hands, come on." he said as he reached for my wrist. Okay no. That isn't working this time. I stepped away and out of his reach. I made a motion across my neck 'cut it out' in short. And then when confusion crossed his face I sprinted away. Well jogged for me. He didn't follow. But I remembered he had his phone out. If he was recording I'm several times screwed over. Looks like I'm gonna have to bounce right now. I jogged around the city after that, at around dark I was at a alley dead end. Humming softly I started climbing the walls out of the way of the cameras. I sat on the roof of some sort of Deli and looked at the sky. There weren't very many stars out do to the pollution. One thing I always hated about being stuck inside a room was that I had no idea how the sky looked. I was apparently so distracted I didn't hear someone else climb up hear until they sat down nearby. I glanced over thru my hair and saw Widow in casual attire. She was staring at me and after a few minutes I turned my head to her. I tilted it slightly and looked confused. She narrowed her eyes at me and tightened her jaw. Well I'm screwed again. I stood up and got ready to run.

"Do you play?" She asked, actually startling me. I looked at her and nodded slightly. I watched her hand as she gestured to my guitar.

"Mind playing something? It gets boring up here." She asked. I, being a soldier, couldn't deny a request like that so I sat back down and took out my guitar. I handed her the list of songs I play and she smirked slightly.

"Come little Children would you please" she sat the list back down. I didn't know that one full heart, the guards would play it a lot tho. So I began to strum the strings and get lost in the music once again.

After a bit I stopped and looked at her. She was smiling slightly and that confused me. I swiftly pack everything away and stood up before she could protest. I felt cornered and I didn't know why. I didn't like it. I heard her stand up as I neared the edge. I jumped off, keeping my guitar safe, And grabbed onto areas that I could do I could seem more human then agent. As I sprinted off I heard her land behind me. I really felt cornered right now so I made my way to the park. Launching myself out of sight and into a tree I hid there. I stayed there until I fell asleep. Running, changing into weirdo, nearly getting caught. Its tiring to say the least.