52 Bullets (Avengers Fan Fic)

Marty's Deer

    I sat in my cell waiting for Dr. Palmer to come see me again, she wanted to do more documentation on my heart apparently. I got to see her twice a week since I was taken to RAFT, the high security prison for "Bad Guys". She was nice so I wasn't bothered by her, of course she talked to me as she worked telling me about her life, but I barely listened. She talked about this guy she liked, it think his name was Stephen but I can't quite remember. 

 As I sat playing with the edge of my bright white bed sheet my mind wandered in every direction, thinking about Dr. Palmer and her man. I suddenly started imagining a little deer running around a tiny meadow, and in the meadow was a tiny tree that bore apples for the deer to munch on. As my little word grew in detail I began to realize that my tiny deer's world was building itself out of my metal bed's railing. 

 He was small and dainty running around the metal tree and eating the tiny apples. It was so nice to see something that wasn't all serious or prison like for a while and using my metal imagination was my favorite. In the past people thought these abilities made me dangerous to myself and others, but I have never harmed anyone. I mean it's not like making tiny worlds is Avenger's level, yet if I ever am in need of a knife or a gun to defend myself it was very easy for me to craft one. 

 As I started imagining what it would be like to live with my little deer I let him climb onto my hand. He sniffed the squishy terrain before deciding to lie down, curling up in a ball. I admired him and stroked his sleepy head carefully with my fingertip. I traced the tiny spots on his back so gently, so as not to wake him. It wasn't until the P.A. system blasted on that my little deer woke up and dissolved back into my bed frame. I let out a sigh of annoyance as a familiar voice came over the P.A.

"Miss Cain you bi-weekly meeting with Dr. Palmer will commence soon." Announced the system. I sighed and pushed myself off of my stomach letting my feet hang over the side of my bed. As I waited for my large cell door to open I adjusted my hand cuffs. (Sometimes those things are so itchy you'd think they were wool.) I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. It wasn't the heavy sound of a guard's black army boots, but the gentle tap of canvas shoes worn by Dr. Palmer. 

 I stood up from my bed and made my way towards the door with soft footsteps ringing throughout the room. I saw Dr. Palmer through the bars and glass of the door holding something that startled me. The object gently pulsed in her hand as if it was alive.

 "Hello Marty I hope you doing okay today. I brought you something that I think might help your condition." she stated through the glass. 

When I finally realized what she had I was surprised, but the shock soon wore off. My life had been a crazy roller coaster and the mechanical heart pulsing in Dr. Palmer's hand was just another terrifying loop. I watched as the heart thumped over and over as though it were already in my body. 

"Will it hurt?" I asked

"Yes."

"Will it help?" 

"Yes." 

I looked back at my bed railing remembering how brave my little deer was, how he was always ready to jump into my hand. How he and my metal imagination were the only thing that gave me joy as though my heart was rotting away. Then something in my mind clicked, something told me to do it. Something or someone.

"Okay," I took in a big breath "I'm ready."

A/N

Ok there is the first chapter of 52 Bullets, this was sooooo fun to write and I hope you guys like it. Btw the deer is Marty's patronous if anyone was wondering. ;)

:Ellie