Freedom (An Avengers Fanfiction)

We're Family Now

Mr. Barton and I walked into the building. The feeling in my body came back and I wish it hadn't. 

You see, for stuff like what I did, Mr. Stark makes your Stark band shock you for a whole twenty-four hours and it sucks. 

Mr. Barton escorted me back to my dorm. 

"Thanks for being the one to pick me up," I expressed my gratitude. 

"Well, not a whole lot of teachers wanted to do it," he explained. I nodded. 

"Well, thanks again," I said as I entered my dorm. 

Leslie, Jazzy, and Annabelle were sleeping comfortably. I slid into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed. 

My head hit the pillow while my Stark band was still giving me little electric shocks. I still, somehow, managed to drift off to sleep. 

"You're late," Doctor Strange said. He was already sitting at the lake, "I don't like waiting."

"Sorry. I had to help a friend propose to his now fiance," I explained, "I also had to endure some memories I would have rather left forgotten." I took off my shoes, feeling the soft green grass beneath my feet before dipping them into the lake. As I did so, fireflies once again came rushing out. 

"Sounds like you had quite the night," he remarked.

"I guess," I mumbled. We talked and talked, well he mostly talked.

...

Somehow, we got onto the topic of Earth and the creatures on the planet.

"I hate this planet," I murmured as I rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and started rubbing my shoulder, "I wish I wasn't inhuman! All these powers have done to me is hurt me! I hate them!" I began crying into his chest. 

"I'm glad that you are because if you weren't then we wouldn't have ever been able to meet," he explained as he nuzzled his face in my hair. It's actually kind of strange. I've only met him one other time and I'm already comfortable with him. "You also, probably, wouldn't have met that friend that you helped out today." 

"Doc? Can I ask you something?" I asked. He nodded as we both pulled away from the comforting embrace. "Why do people hate inhumans?"

"Humans don't adapt well to change. I know from personal experience," he explained as he held his hands up. There were several scars on his hands. He looked at his hands in shame. Then I showed him the scars on my wrists from the Stark band. He looked at my scars with sadness then looked into my eyes.

"No need to be ashamed of your scars," I said. I then grabbed his hands and slowly closed them.

He looked into my eyes with sympathy. He said, "And no need to be ashamed of who you are." He grabbed my wrists firmly, but comfortingly.  I looked up at him. "Don't leave me too." He pulled me into a tight hug.

He was hurting and I was hurting. We needed each other. I stood up and put two of my fingers to his forehead. I  traced two firefly wings. The symbol glowed a bright gold before disappearing.

"I won't. We're family now," I said. I could feel myself beginning to wake up.

"I presume you have to go?" He questioned. I sadly nodded. With a sad smile still on my face, I woke up.