The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 7

"Hey. Are you ok? Do you not like it?" Tony was panicking. "I can make you another one. I can also make it look different if you don't like the look. Or-"

"I love it." I sniffled. He immediately relaxed.

"Oh thank goodness." I took it off and set it gingerly back in the case.
"So first you have to get used to the leg, then we can test your powers. I nodded, and I couldn't wait till tomorrow.

I slipped on my new leg and grabbed Steve's hands. I got up on my legs and grabbed the piles that would support me. I grabbed the poles tightly.

"Ok. Just try to bend the leg." I tried and to my delight it bent. "Awesome! Ok now try to take a few steps toward me." I looked up at him and stepped with my metal leg. I immediately fell face first into Steve's chest. I furrowed my brows.

"That's alright. No one gets it in the first try. Just try again." He propped me back up, and I tried again. I fell again. And again. And again. I growled in frustration. Steve went to say something but I glared at him. Why couldn't I get this? Steve gasped.

"What?" I asked in exasperation.

"Your eye. It was just red." I frowned.

"What do you mean red?"

"When you glared at me, your lighter eye had red streaks in it. It's fine now though."

"Huh. Well tell me if it ever happens again. Can we take a break, I think I'm done."

"Of course." We took off the leg and put it back in its case, and I grabbed my crutches. I went upstairs with Steve to have lunch. We came into the kitchen and Bucky was sitting at the island. When I saw him I stumbled, memories flooding my senses. The same muddled images. Knives, needles, muffled screams.

"Cami?" Steve was trying to get my attention.

"Huh? What? I'm ok." I grabbed a sandwich and a drink and sat down at the kitchen table, chewing slowly. I could feel Bucky's eyes boring holes in the back of my head. I ignored them though, I really didn't want to hear those horrible screams again.

I woke up in a cold sweat yet again. It was only around 4 in the morning. I pulled on a sweater and creeped out of my room. My leg was in the table so I took it and went down to the gym. I slipped it on and gripped the poles. This time I stepped with my real foot. Pretty good. Then I tried my other one. I stumbled and fell to the ground. I sighed and pulled myself back up. This went on for who knows how long. I wasn't falling to the ground every time, but I couldn't get a smooth step.

"Try thinking of it as your real leg." A voice called. I spun around. Bucky stood in the doorway, the metal arm glinting.

"Here." He held out his hands. I took them and stood back up. "Don't focus on making it part of your body, think as if the leg isn't even gone."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" He ignored the question.

"You know, when I was back at Hydra, there was this girl." He whispered. "No one saw her face, she always had a mask on. AQR. Or acquire. That's what they called her." He was slowly stepping back, making it hard to hear him. "I even worked with her once, but I could only see her eyes. She seemed young for an agent, probably around 15. And one time she got mad, really mad. One of her eyes turned a nasty red colour. I learned to respect her from then on. We were accomplices, allies. But I'll never forget when she saved my life. Someone came at me with a gun, she dove in front, taking the bullet. I wish I could've thanked her, in person, but I never got to know who she was. She was gone the next day." Then I realized where I was. We were in the other side of the room. I had actually walked! I squealed, jumping into Bucky's arms. He frowned.

"What?"

"Your eye was gold."

"That's the second time." I muttered.

"The second time?" He questioned.

"Yeah apparently my eye turned red when I was trying before. Just like that girl." I didn't mention this, but right on my back, I had the letters AQR. We both frowned. Then I realized how tired I was.

"Alright I think we're done. I'm going to get a few more hours of sleep." We both walked off. I was thinking about my eyes. When I was practicing with Steve, when I got frustrated, my eye apparently turned red. And now when I was happy, my eye apparently turned gold. I went into the bathroom and looked at my eyes. They were the normal colours, one light brown and one dark. My staring was interrupted with a big yawn. I trained my vision back on my eyes. Then I saw something. I looked closer. In my lighter eye, there were steaks of gray-blue. I rubbed my eyes. They were still there. I shook my head. What was happening? First super strength, then some sort of camouflage, now coloured eyes. I sighed, this could wait till tomorrow. I yawned again, noticing the streaks get darker. I snuggled into my mountain of blankets, trying to fall asleep. I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours before I finally gave up on sleep. I wrapped myself in a fuzzy blanket and stumbled out of my room. I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and sat on the couch, staring into nothing. I sat, not really doing anything, before I got bored. I flicked on the tv, looking at the clock. It said 5 o'clock. I sighed, and started a movie called White House Down. It was pretty good, lots of explosions and some fake deaths. About halfway through I felt my eyelids drooping. I fought to keep them open, wanting to see the ending. Every time I felt them droop I would snap them open, the explosions helping. I made it to the end of the movie just as everyone woke up. I looked over at them and Nat noticed first.

"Cami."

"Yeah?"

"Your eye is gray." I snapped up, running to the bathroom mirror. Just as Nat said, my entire eye was gray. I ran back out.

"Guys somethings happening."