"Hey sweetie." my drunken father slurred. He walked over to me and was about to slap me when he fell over drunk. I rolled my eyes and put all my stuff into a small suitcase, grabbed my helmet and keys and headed out of the door with my ipods earbuds in my ears and three days grace blaring in my ears. I heard someone behind me say "Target is on the move do any agents copy?" I sped up and weaved through the traffic and pretended that I never heard him calling me a target. I had a jet start following me so I went at the maximum mph on my Yamaha. I turned my iPod onto max volume and dodged traffic until I had a black SUV catch up with me and the window went down only to reveal an avenger. He flew out in a metal suit and I turned a sharp corner and got them off my scent. It worked. I sped down the country road to a motel with three days grace blaring and blocking out the sounds of the country. I pulled over in the motel car park and saw the same black SUV and the same man in metal. "Lauren."
"how the fucking hell do you know my name you stalker?!"
"I'm gonna need backup." a man in spandex was next to arrive and grabbed my arm. I flipped him over and he fell to the floor with a thud. "never touch me again." another man came up behind me with a gun and I slowly raised my hands. "now I don't want any trouble."
"listen here if you want me then you are asking for trouble. I am not going with a group of people that I don't know to god knows where!" I started my bike again and sped off. "we need backup send Thor and Romanoff." I pretended I never heard anything and sped off towards the freeway. It was silent until that same jet was behind me. "lauren stop the bike and stand down."
