Rescued (The Avengers Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8        

Mikey's POV

There was a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I called.

The door opened to reveal Mrs. Clark.

"Michael, there's someone here to see you."

I put down my comic book to meet her eyes.

"Really?"

"Yes. They asked for you specifically."

I hopped out of my bed and looked in the mirror.

Please, let them be nice people. Let them like me. I thought as I ran my fingers through my messy brown hair. Taking a deep breath, I followed Mrs. Clark down stairs. We stopped outside of a door.

"Good luck." she said, giving me a supportive smile as she opened the door.

A girl around her twenties with brown hair and grey eyes was sitting on the couch. Pacing beside her, was a man with brown hair that was turning grey and worried brown eyes.

"Hi," the young girl said, smiling as she saw me. "I'm Angela and this is Bruce. He's my father."

My eyes drifted to the nervous man. He gave a small smile and waved.

"Hello." He took the seat next to Angela.

"Hi. Um, I'm Michael." I sat across from them as I took in their appearances better

They look familiar.

"I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it, okay?" Angela asked me and I nodded nervously. "I'm your older sister and this is our father." She gave me a minute to process this new information.

They're my family. My real family.

"What?" I raised my eyebrows as my eyes grew wide.

"It's a long story." Angela bit her lip.

"I've got time." I challenged, leaning back in my chair.

"You're just like me." Angela said and told me the reason that they're here.

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After Angela told me everything, with Bruce coming in a couple times to correct her, I was thinking this over.

"So," I held my hands up as I rested my elbows on my knees and leaned forwards. "Let me get this straight. After our mother passed away, he put us in foster care to protect us from himself." I stated.

"Yes." Angela said, happy that I was involved.

"And you have mind powers and you're the Hulk?" I pointed to them as I spoke.

"Yes." Bruce answered.

"You live with The Avengers and the man who tried to take over New York a year or so back."

"That's correct." Angela said.

"Why are you here then?" I asked. Angela and our father looked at each other, then back to me.

"We want to take you out of the foster care program. I was treated horribly when I was in it and I don't want that to happen to you."

I couldn't believe my ears. What they were hearing was foreign to me. They wanted to adopt me, my own family. A smile grew on my face at my luck.

What about your powers?

"Before you make that offer, there's something I have to tell you."