Sammy (MARVEL OC story) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 11

19-1-13's POV

No idea how long it took but eventually I sat up without my head trying to spin off my shoulders.

"That hurt. A lot." I grumbled, rubbing my jaw as the familiar electricity of my healing faded. I looked up at Widow, who was giving me a death glare for whatever reason. I then looked at the Winter Soldier who seemed worried for some odd reason I will never understand. And a very ticked off looking Fourth of July Stripper.

"Okay what did I do to make two out of you three plan to murder me in my sleep?" I sighed.

"You tried to choke me out of course I'm gonna me mad!" Widow snapped. I let my confusion seep into my face.

"I didn't try to choke you out. If you actually paid attention to my position you would see I simply pinned you in a headlock. Even as Stripper over here knocked me to the ground I had let you go so you would not be hurt. I do not hurt my handlers unless ordered to." I growled. Closing my eyes in annoyance, my robotic eye where Greenie was stored shut off. Apparently he was as done with them as I was.

"Welp I'm half blind now. I'm gonna run the track till I get tired. Bye." I stood up and wiped the dust off my pants, the left side of my vision entirely black. I kept them on that side and kept that eye closed. I spotted the track earlier and jogged over to it. Not even bothering to hold back because I needed to blow off steam I began sprinting along the indoor track. If they called me at any point I didn't hear, I was fed up with these people but my orders kept me from leaving.

"ASSET GET YOUR ANGER OUT SOME WAY ELSE WE NEED PRACTICE AND WE DONT NEED YOU DISTRACTING US!" Some random agents snapped me out of my head. I looked at them and slowed down, leaving the track I snuck out and left to my floor with the stairs. I didnt need to alert them.

I climbed up to my place and went to my room. I logged into the computer and looked on ebay for a guitar. Stark really needs to stop leaving his credit cards laying around. I found a jet black one with green tech like markings and bought it. It was only around $300 so it wasn't to expensive. All I had to do was wait for it. I got up and explored my floor some more.

"JARVIS is there a dance room?" I called out.

"Yes sir. Down the hall take two lefts and then a right. Its the only door there." The AI replied. I smiled and nodded, following the directions. I opened the door to a large room with mirrors along one wall, smooth light colored wood flooring, and pale gray walls with a lot of light. I grinned and slid off my combat boots.

"JARVIS you know the deal!" I smiled, the music flooded my ears as I began twirling around to get into the rhythm. HYDRA had me dance a lot, mostly to keep my muscles loose and for me to be able to go on missions that required me to dance. It was fun but I only really did it in my free time. It never interested me as much as music. I remember one of my old guards, nice fellow he was, had taught me a dance from the older days. I forgot the name but I thought it was elegant and captivated emotions unlike most dances I had learned. So I repeated it. I let my mind drift to the guard that is now long gone. He was the only one nice to me, the only one who taught me happiness. I remember every detail. His brown eyes that only looked at me with kindness, not fear or coldness. His tan skin dull from all the anger around him. His black hair that fell just below his helmet. As my mind wondered it began to play the last time I saw him.

"Hey kiddo. Run along, you shouldn't see this." He smiled at me. Even with the tears running down his face and the gun to his head.

"But I don't want to! You didn't do anything wrong!!!" I cried out, reaching towards him in a shirt that fell to my knees.

"Run along, I'll find you later. Now go on." He smiled once again. I didn't want to leave. But his eyes told me to go. So I did, I ran away. I forgot who had shot him that day. But now I remember clear as day.

"Hero." I growled, snapping out of my head as I faced one of the shattered mirrors. The one person that cared for me was killed by Hero. He's gonna pay. I looked in the cracks and saw tears I didnt know I was shedding.

"IM GONNA KILL YOU YA BASTARD!" I cried and crumbled to the floor. That night was when I lost all hope of being cared for. Its when I realized I was nothing more then a weapon.

"Sir, Natasha, Steve, and James are on their way here. Would you like me to do anything?" JARVIS called over the music.

"Lock the door, I need to clean up." I mumbled and stand up. Walking over to a broom used for cleaning the floor I began sweeping the glass over to the trash bin. I let my eyes glaze over, the left side of my vision still gone. There was a lot of glass. I think I shattered every mirror.

"Order replacement mirrors Jarvis. You can unlock the door now by the way." I muttered. The door clicked right as the three stormed in. I continued to clean up as Steve and Widow began some stupid lecture. I didn't care. I put the broken glass in the trash and left the dance room. The three followed me, I didnt care. I was getting sick of this bull.

"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" I snapped, whipping around to face them head on. They all seemed startled by the action.

"YOU THINK I ASKED TO BE HERE?! I DONT WANT TO BE HERE. MY LIFE WAS BETTER BEING A WEAPON, I DIDNT HAVE TO BE NICE OR THINK. I JUST HAD TO KILL AND DO AS I WAS TOLD!" I snapped once again, I was seething with rage. I wanted to be left alone but they wouldn't let me. I just wanted everything back to normal! I whipped around and ran to my room, slamming the door shut behind me I made my way to my window. It wasn't locked. I let my heart catch up to my emotions. My skin became blood red, I grew taller yet remained skinny as I was before. I was built for speed and agility, not brute force. I allowed the fatal instincts that came with this body come over. I watched from inside my head as the creature I became exposed its bagged and razor sharp teeth in a snarl. I directed it to the window, our way out. My lord did it take it. It slammed the window with its shoulder and the glass shattered. We began to free fall and by instinct it stuck out its long clawed arm and dug its arm into the steel beams between the wall. It slid down after gaining it footing and sprinted away from the tower. Screaming, running, fear. All there. But we kept running. We needed to be free or we would snap like a twig. We were close enough when we remembered who killed our father figure. But we can't snap here.

"Country. Get to country." I mumbled to my instinct's mind. It obeyed and changed course, ignoring the people chasing after us. I had to be free dammit.