The Handle

Chapter 1.

When I heard The Handle breaking apart I was, of course, shocked, confused, scared. The Handle is the closest thing anyone will ever have to bringing S.H.I.E.L.D back, and now they just stopping it as if it were nothing. I felt anxiety creep up over me,

"The Handle is the only thing I have" I mumbled to myself. It felt like such a nightmare. My hands started shaking as I screamed and punched the wall, my knees buckled and I fell and weeped on the ground.

My dad came in annoyed with me "Lucy we talked about your outbursts. These things can't keep happening, if you want to scream that's okay, we got you pillows, but do not punch the wall. Please be mindful of your brother he's having trouble sleeping."

"Dad this isn't an outburst! The Handle is disbanding!" I was screaming at him while crying, I didn't care, I know I wasn't being mindful of other people, I know I was being a terrible person but The Handle is the only one who really understood me and now it's gone.

"Lucille Anna Hutchins do NOT raise your voice at me, if you are ready to have a proper conversation I am here but until then you WILL keep quiet and you WILL be mindful of the other people in this house."

"But Dad! You don't understand The Handle- The Handle-" I started to speak but the words weren't coming out

"Okay Lucille, I've had enough of this give me your phone." My dad grabbed the phone from my hands which rippled out without a struggle seeing as my father was favored labor and the olden view of a man.

I know you see me as rude, arrogant, an emotional mess, and angsty, because that's exactly what I am, I'm selfish and self-centered but can you really blame me? I grow up in this super plain neighborhood where dreams about superheros are crushed and thoughts of justice were tsked, and I grow up right in the freaking center of it. I never agreed with their views about the Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D, and Joy, so I always felt out of place with everyone around me but I guess it doesn't matter because I'm just a teenager who has emotion. The only person close to being is my brother, Michael, but he's dying with the recent Kree virus called Caeruleum which literally means blue in Latin. He was younger than me but he would just listen, he was my only haven in this dreaded neighborhood. So yeah I'm kinda pissed at my parents, at this neighborhood, at this world.

"No dad! Please don't!" I screamed at my dad reaching for my phone in my dad's hand.

"No Lucille you do not get to play this game. I am so sick of this behavior, your cousins are not like this, your peers are not like this, your neighbors are not like this, why do you continue to behave like a child with no sense of common sense! And since your phone is the only cause that can be linked to your behavior, your grounded indefinitely. You can only use your laptop for school work and if I catch you in The Handle website one more time you will never have access to the internet as long as you live under this roof!"

I was silent, there's nothing I can say it felt so cliche. To be grounded, to be shielded from something that summed up my whole entire existence, the summed up my joy. I couldn't scream this time, I couldn't cry, I couldn't just be outraged. I looked at the time hoping that I could spare some time to sleep but the shock was making it hard to focus.

"For crying out loud Lucille, it's only a phone, you're so emotionally attached to it the second you part with it you behave like it's the end of your world." My dad huffed and left the room.

I wanted to chase after him to yell at him so more, I don't know why, for relief, conformation?, but my thoughts were stopped abruptly by my brother's screaming in the other room. With my dad pissed and my mother at work no one could really attend to his pain. I rushed inside panicking seeing sweat creep from my brother, he was shaking and crying. I slowly walked up to him to soothe him but he grabbed my hand quickly, hesitant I looked into his eyes. It was a mistake, his eyes couldn't focus and it was dancing around the room searching for something to hold onto, to trust. I sat next to him gently and patted his hair. "Shh, Michael, it's alright, the pain will leave soon just keep listening to my voice". Inside I was shaking tremendously I've done research about the Caeruleum virus but when it comes to help I was useless.