Avengers Imagines

Is This Karma For Almost Boiling Tony Stark (Pt. 2/2)

"This was a terrible idea." Breathing out a puff of mist, you shook your head. In front of you stood a one-storeyed building dangling on the verge of death, looking like it had gone unused for decades.

"Couldn't agree more." Tony's helmet folded back into his armour as he spoke, "Why don't you guys head on in? I'll do a quick perimeter and be with you in a second."

Nobody seemed to have a different viewpoint to offer. You, along with Steve and Natasha, crossed the threshold in near tandem. The doors did not need to be opened by force, ingress was unobstructed. Waiting for you inside was a vast hall, with a gantry running along the ceiling. All of it empty.

The place in its entirety alluded to some kind of bizarre trap, just insane enough to pass off as genius — much like BBC's Sherlock. "Captain." A man's voice boomed across the walls, bearing an accent you could not quite place. "It has been a long time. I cannot say it is a pleasure seeing you again."

The earth trembled beneath your feet. Mirrored walls rose in an octagonal formation, barring entry as well as exit. Natasha, in your likeness, stared at Steve, waiting for an answer. It was him the voice had addressed after all.

"Faustus." Steve's eyes grew wide, his voice dropped to a whisper, "It's doctor Faustus. (Y/N), do you know him?"

"Oh, no, (Y/N) was but a child when we last saw each other." The distinct sound of someone walking with the aid of a cane could be heard. "Come to think of it, it's about time you knew the whole story, is it not, Kleine?"

"Tell me, Kleine, do you remember your mother?" Faustus chuckled. "Of course you don't, she died shortly after you were born. Tried to kill herself with you still in her womb. And for what? Because we tried to give her unstable hydrokinetic abilities? Shameful. The things we had to do to keep you alive."

Natasha had protectively taken a step closer to you and you yearned to just reach out and hold her hand. Your knees threatened to betray you any second.

Judging by the sounds reverberating in the enclosed space, doctor Faustus had likely taken a seat. "Her body wasn't even receptive the glorious abilities we wanted to give her, so that was all for nothing. But you, Mäuschen, you were born with the waters at your command. You were everything I had worked for."

"And so I had to send you away. I had to send you away so you could live your own life, become your own person, fight your own battles and be damaged in your own unique way that makes it easier to mould your actions." Faustus's voice broke as he talked, as if he had ever felt genuine remorse about sending a child to live on the streets.

All around you reflections of yourself stared back with horror in their eyes — horror very much your own. The man could be lying for all you knew but you had starved for closure all your life any sort of answer was better than none at all.

Besides, his story had struck it's true points. For as long as you could remember, you had always had your powers and had been homeless for the entity of your childhood, not knowing whether or not you would live to see the next day. The tension in your jaw gained strength with each passing minute.

"You managed to get away though, Kleine. The biggest fear pertaining to leaving you on your own was that we would lose you in the crowds." Faustus continued from his invisible lair, "And we did. Seeing as you seldom use your powers, we lost track of you entirely. Eventually word got out that the Avengers were looking for our dear little (Y/N). We just followed."

Although unconsciously so, you had stepped away from Steve and Natasha. A certain vein had come to pop distinctly on your forehead. The only reason tears were not rolling down your cheeks was because water lost all agency when it came to you. Your one wish remained for Faustus to stop talking. Control was rapidly slipping away.