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Team- The Stalker

How are y'all doing??

This one's a weird one. It the whole gang, but also a little bit more Peter Parker sprinkled in there. I dunno. Whatever it is, I'm proud of it, so yeah

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You sat against the alley wall. It was cold. You were hungry. You were lonely. You were scared.

You had run away from home two weeks ago. Your parents were scared of you. You knew too much. Too much about anything. So you ran. They didn't trust you anymore, and you couldn't live with that.

Now, during the days, you sat in the park with a sign. Across the sign you had written 'The Stalker.' A clever little name you have yourself considering that's what most people thought you were. You weren't. You just knew... everything.

After a long day of telling strangers that you knew everything about them, then getting paid for it, you sat in the dark alley and rested your tired mind. A few big men stopped at the entry of the alley and started talking.

"Is that the girl Hydra was looking for?" One asked another. Hydra was not a place you wanted to go. You somehow knew that these men were not good people.

"Yeah, man," answered another. "They're paying top dollar for us to bring her back alive, so put your fucking gun away."

They started to move towards you. You checked your non-existent watch and decided it was time to stand up and fight back, if needed. You didn't want to fight them. You didn't need the police to be even more on your back. Some people who run into you get scared and call them, thinking they're in danger, so yeah, the police knew about you. If you were to fight these guys, you could be in more trouble than you already were. You walked in the other direction. They walked faster behind you. You picked up your pace, they started calling out to you. You started to run, they caught up to you. You stopped, one took a swing at you from behind, you ducked and swiped his feet out from under him. He hit his head pretty bad. You turned to face the other two.

"Hey, boys," you said casually. "It's pretty late, don't you think?" You subtly reached for a pole. "I think it's time you go to sleep!" You yelled, swinging the pole and hitting one in the side of the head. He fell to the ground. The pole then broke in half. You grimaced and dropped it. The other smirked. He reached behind him and grabbed some brass knuckles. Your eyes widened. He took a swing at you. You dodged it, and hit him in the chest. He took another swing, this time hitting you. You spat out the blood that had made its way from your lip to in your mouth and looked back at him. He took another swing, hitting you in the gut. You grunted. Yep, that one hurt. You hit him again. He shook his head to regain focus and hit you a third time, and you blacked out.

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You woke up sitting in a chair, hands cuffed together behind your back. The people standing in front of you were not Hydra.

"Start talking," one said.

"Let me go."

"Not until we know why Hydra was after you," said another.

"I'm not saying anything."

"God damn it! Why do they call you The Stalker!"

You were scared. You wanted to go back to your alley. You looked up.

You decided to show them why you were called The Stalker.