Freedom (An Avengers Fanfiction)

White: The Color of Kindness

We laid on my bed. Chatting all the while. It seemed that Doc didn't get to just chat often. He was always busy surveying the world. I personally didn't see the point in caring for this world. Sure, I cared for my friends and other people, but I think if it just all ended, I wouldn't mind. 

I let the dark thoughts of death swirl around in my mind as Doc talked about the Grand Master. I began to think of Pepper Potts. If I hadn't had killed her, would she instead be Pepper Stark? 

I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that I had taken so many experiences from so many people. A single tear fell from my golden eyes. 

"Hey, why are you crying?" Doc asked. 

"W-what?" I asked. I didn't even know I was crying. "I wasn't aware I was crying." I wiped the tears off of my cheeks, but they just kept coming. 

"Hey," Doc began reassuring me, "It's okay. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's okay." He had no idea what I had done. He was a superhero just like Mr. Stark, so he'd a hate me too, right? I didn't want him to hate me, but I also didn't want him to like a murderer. 

 I shot up. "No!" I yelled, "It's not okay! I've killed people! I took their chances away! I took their possibilities!"

His eyes widened. His mouth agape. Tears filled his eyes. 'Is he afraid of me?' I asked myself.  He sat up. He then pulled me into a tight hug. His sudden comfort and kindness were overwhelming. I didn't do anything to deserve it. In fact, I believed I deserved death. An eye for an eye. 

I could feel his kindness surge through me. I began glowing a bright white color. The wings, once again, grew out of my back. I flew up out of Doc's embrace. 

I flew over to my mural. I only wanted positive feelings in my mural, but all the feelings that swirled in me were too much. I placed my hand on the symbol on the tree. I felt every single feeling I kept inside rushing out of my hand. 

I began screaming. It was too much. A loud static sound filled my ears. I couldn't even hear myself scream anymore. 

"Everest!" I faintly heard Doc scream. 

As he yelled my name repeatedly, the wings on my back disappeared. I fell back onto my bed. 

My head hurt a lot and I mean a lot! 

"That's it. I have to get you out of here. This place is obviously too overwhelming," Doc said as he lifted me up into his arms. "I'll grab the adoption papers tomorrow. Then you'll have a last name. Everest Strange, yeah?" His voice was shaky. I didn't even process what he had said. 

My eyelids were growing heavy. "I'm just going to close my eyes real quick," I whispered. My voice was hoarse. 

"No, no. Just keep your eyes opened a little longer," he said, "Uh, tell me what you'll want to do once you're out of here." His voice was still shaky. 

I couldn't think about anything. It was so hard to just keep my eyes opened. Then, they closed. 

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Hi everybody! Uh, sorry this is shorter than normal, but you know, whatever. I'm getting busier because of family stuff and preparing for school. I'm thirteen and am supposed to be going into 8th grade, but I want to go to the high school this year because all of my friends are either already at the high school or are going to the high school this year, so I don't want to get left behind. I have the grades and support from former teachers and principles. So, let's hope for the best! -A Broken Sock