❝How does it feel?❞ I ask.
❝Excuse me?❞
❝How does it feel to wake up seventy years after the war?❞ I correct.
❝Lots have changed, of course. This.. technology, it's very handy. Its like entering a vortex of some kind of...❞
❝New world?❞ I finish h...
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I take a sip of my coffee as I look out the window to see a car rolling up. The black SUV reveals a man with a black patch on his left eye. I've seen this man before. Once a couple years ago.
Nicholas J. Fury is his name. He offered me his program in better hopes to control myself. The last thing I said was,
I'm not your social experiment. Leave me alone. Before I slammed a door on his face. I sigh as I place my coffee on the table. I picked this cabin for a reason. To be alone, to be away from anyone I can potentially hurt. Though I have controlled my abilities to an extent, I don't know how long I can hold it up for. I don't know what's out there and I certainly don't want to know.
I open the door to meet the serious tall figure standing in front of me with a manila folder in his hand.
"What do you want?" I ask as slowly look up to his one working eye.
"We need you for a certain mission. I know you would rather be alone, but I guarantee that the end of the world will be knocking on your door soon enough." His voice rings into my ear just like how it did before. He hands me the folder.
"Who's we?" I ask. I look down at the folder to see the words Avengers Initiative.
"Let's have a chat, shall we?"
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It's not that I want to be here, but it's more of something I want to get over with so I can live my life alone. I scrunch up my shoulders as I walk into a Quinjet with a man named such as Phil Coulson beside me. I look around the jet to see that there are a couple seats, but more tech and gear than anything. I take a seat and suck in my lips waiting for anything to pop up. I don't think Coulson and I would be flying alone. We seem to not have taken off yet.
I avoid any type of contact with Phil for I really don't want to communicate with him nor anyone of the matter. I would if need be. I sigh and play with my fingers. Being here and even going on a mission terrifies me. I've never fought wars or a mass of people. These guys, the rest in the Avengers Initiative, have. Iron Man, Black Widow, Bruce Banner, Captain America... these people practically know what they're doing. They know how to fight these people. I don't, in fact I don't know why Fury assigned me along if I really never killed people, or at least intentionally.
Coulson and I wait for a couple more minutes until a blonde man shows up. He's a tall figure with soft facial features. He's in old fashioned clothing which makes me believe this is Captain America. I do nothing but give him a small smile. He looks at my direction with a smile for a second before he talks to Coulson which isn't a very long conversation.
Another couple of minutes pass and the Quinjet is now in the air. So far, I haven't said a word to Captain America. The ride is so quiet it does make me uncomfortable. I wish them two would talk so that the air in here would seem less awkward, but to at least leave me out of it.
