The Spy

Chapter 8- Protector of the Stones

"Would you like to know what happened, little one?" 

I nodded my head, knowing I would regret what he told me.

"Your brother grew up in a wealthy home. Before you came, your family had everything they wanted."

"So it was my fault..." I said disappointed.

"It was never your fault. When you were born, the world already knew you were Inhuman. They feared you! Everyone thought that... if they let you live, they would regret it. They knew you would find out you were Inhuman eventually."

"So... me being an Inhuman was a big deal. Why?" I asked wiping my tears.

"Because you were already partly Inhuman before you were exposed to the terrigen." (The mist that turns some humans to Inhumans.)

"I don't understand. How is that possible?"

"I haven't figured out that part. But Y/n... your brother died."

"I know. He died saving the world."

"Lincoln isn't your brother. Lincoln was sent to help keep you from destroying the world."

"I don't believe you."

"Just let me start where I left off."

"Your brother died from random causes. No one could figure it out. But he died a week after you came home. Everyone thought there was something in you that caused him to die. But I don't believe that's true."

"After that, you went from foster home to foster home. Every month you had your daily check-up. Not every child gets those check-ups once a month. They did those to track when they'd be able to test you. They eventually did it in fourth grade. Eventually, all of your foster parents became worried and scared. No one wanted to risk it. That's when Jiaying suggested that another Inhuman take care of you. Of course, no one knew anything about Lincoln's powers. He took care of you. Staging as your brother, getting you ready to go through the terrigen."

"So, Lincoln came because no one wanted me. I was an unwanted child. With no family. With nothing!" I said with tears in my eyes looking at Thanos. 

"Your story may not have the best origin, but you control the middle and the end of it. When Lincoln died, you were still a minor. E.P.I.C. only thought it suitable to pick you up. Offer you, love. A family. And a purpose to use your powers. Do you know why you were sent to Queens?"

"To gain Peter and the Avenger's trust."

"But do you know WHY?"

"No. I don't. I-I was told to never ask questions."

"Because they didn't want you to know that your job was to kill them."

"I'll put the stones back. No questions or concerns. I'll pretend you took control of me."

Thanos did everything he could to get the stones off the gauntlet, but it was stuck.

"Here. Let me," I was about to try and take the gauntlet off, but the stones floated into my hand. "Is it supposed to do that?"

"No. It isn't... you must be the owner of them or something."

Once all the stones came out of the gauntlet, I held them close to my chest. I was going to protect them with my life. I let one more tear fall from my cheek before I went back to my zone. 

"Now... where am I going to hide these?"

"Thanos!"

"Yes?"