Phantom || Peter Parker

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The process of removing Hydra from her mind was finished, Avalon sent Bucky to get ready for their final battle as well as the others, and Steve was the one who volunteered to go to the states to ask Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Vision and Natasha Romanoff for help. It was a chance, but Avalon was hoping they would they would agree to it, and after this, she had one more stop she needed to make. Right now, Avalon was laying down on a medical table, in a sports bra and jeans, her heart rapidly beating in her chest because of what's to come, her gaze to the ceiling as Shuri was putting the new and improved serum in a syringe, and it was a bit thick.

"The process will be painful" Shuri informed "the correct serum has to fight off the original, then properly bond with your blood cells. It should not take long"

Avalon didn't know how to respond, her breathing slowly beginning to pick up as the door to the lab opened. A chair was set down next to Avalon, who closed her eyes, only to open them and turn her head to he side when a hand laced with hers, her eyes beginning to water slightly when she saw Peter's soft eyes. He softly squeezed her hand, giving her a reassuring smile, causing her to return it. Shuri walked over to them, syringe at the ready,

"Are you ready?" Shuri asked

Closing her eyes, Avalon slowly breathed in through her nose as she straightened her head to where her gaze faced the ceiling once more, slowly letting her breath out through her lips as she opened her eyes, feeling her heart slowly beginning to calm down.

"Do it" Avalon said

Shuri gently injected the needle of the syringe in the crook of Avalon's forearm, directly into the vein, pushing down on the end of the syringe at a reasonable pace, not too fast but not too slow. Seconds later, the syringe was empty, causing Shuri to remove the needle from her friends skin, Avalon's free hand slowly clenching into a fist as she felt her arm beginning to burn. The burning sensation slowly began to spread throughout her body, a cringe emitting from her as she felt the new serum start to fight off the old, a wince emitting from her as her back arched off the table, her eyes clamping shut, beginning to feel the pain. Shuri placed a hand on Avalon's stomach, forcing her to lay flat on the table as she held her clenched fist, a gasp emitting from Avalon as her eyes snapped open, Peter watching as they darkened in color.

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"Shit!" One of the agents cursed "she's waking up!"

"How is that possible?" Another asked "we made sure everything was functioning properly after the explosion"

"Well obviously something malfunctioned!" He snapped "find the damn problem and fix it! Now! Move, move, move!"

With the alarms blaring, the girl inside the cryogenic chamber began to gain move movement in her limbs, stiffly moving her hands in an attempt to rid herself of the effects of the cryogenic fluid, the agents seeing her hand placing itself against the glass wall. Orders were shouted from left to right, more frantically when a small fist made contact with the glass wall in an impressive force, they knew that if she were to get out, they're basically screwed. Again and again, her fist made contact with the glass, fear beginning to full the HYDRA agents as a large crack formed, a small piece of the glass chipping off and landing at their bosses feet, and he knew, as he looked down at that small fragment, this would be the last time he lives.

The crack in the glass grew larger as her fist continued to make contact, and moments later, a small fist broke through, shattering the glass around her, agents scrambling away, all of them frozen in their spots. A small body jumped from the cryogenic chamber, over the glass and landing in a kneeling position, her hair covering the sides of her face like a curtain as she took in the first deep breath she's had in a very long time. Some agents had the guts to aim pistols and assault rifles at her, some even slowly backed away in fear, not knowing what she was about to do. The small body kneeled on the floor was one of a child, no older than eleven, which seemed silly to most people.