The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 8

"When I was working in my walking with Steve, I got really angry, and he said my eye turned red." I pointed at my lighter eye. I had gathered everyone so I could figure this out. "Then when I actually took steps last night, Bucky said that my eye turned gold. And then, I stayed up the whole night, and my eye turned grey. What is happening?" I asked. Looking desperately around the room. They were all staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Your eye is purple and orange." Someone said. I rushed to the mirror yet again, and sure enough, my eye had purple and orange streaks in it.

"Ok someone tell me what is going on!" I yelled, kind of panicking. Then Bruce spoke up.

"I think it changes based on your emotions. You said when you were frustrated, it was red. When you were happy, it was gold. When you were tired, it was gray, and now, when you're panicking, and I guess confused, it's orange and purple."

"That makes sense." Tony added. "No we just have to figure what colour matches which emotion."

"So how do we do that?" I asked.

"I'm not sure yet, we'll figure it out. First, let's go down to the lab, and we can try to figure out what powers you have." I nodded, and hobbled down to the lab and sat down in a chair. Bruce and Tony joined me.

"So we know you have super strength, and we think you have camouflage." Tony said. Bruce put some things on my head.

"This will hopefully be able to tell us what you can do." He turned it on and I fell back, passed out.

I saw myself, about 12, so two years ago, running down the sidewalk. I remembered this moment. It was when I had woken up with no memories. I followed myself down the sidewalk where I settled in an alley, catching my breath. But then, out of nowhere, the Rats came in. I couldn't hear anything, but they started to come toward me. I stumbled up, and one of then reached out. On instinct, I swung my fist, and to my surprise, it knocked him back, unconscious. Other memories flashed by, all in situations where I suddenly became a highly trained fighter, or where I blended into the wall, escaping the people chasing me. Another one came up where suddenly a dagger appeared in my hand, seemingly out of nowhere.

I was yanked out of my memories. I shot up and surveyed my surroundings.

"Woah kid, sit back down." I did as he said and my head stopped spinning. "Ok what did you see?"

"Well I definitely have super strength, we knew that one, I have camouflage, I think I can daggers appear out of nowhere, and sometimes, I'm a really good fighter, I don't know where I would have learned it though." I rubbed my right forearm.

"Are you ok Cami? You injured?" Tony came over.

"No. No I'm ok." I protested, trying not to let him see. He did anyways. He pulled up my sleeve and gaped at my arm.

"Where did you get this?" He was referring to the dagger tattoo that spanned from the inside of my elbow to the inside of my wrist.

"Same as everything else, I don't remember."

"Well any other mysterious tattoos you want to tell us about?" He asked jokingly.

"Well..." I trailed off.

"Wait you have more?" I pointed down my back.

"The middle of my back, I have the letters AQR." I pulled up my shirt just so he could see it.

"That's not a tattoo Cami, that's a brand." Bruce said. I played with the edge of my shirt, not looking at them.

"Can we please move on from this? Please?"

"Alright fine. But we'll have to address it at some point." I nodded. "Before we train you, we need to get you used to that leg. We. Can work a little bit in your powers, but it'll be hard without your full range of movement. But first please try to get some sleep." So I wandered off to my room.

Everyday I went down to the training room to work. I got better, now I could walk just like the leg wasn't gone. We were working on running now. I jumped off the treadmill, wiping the sweat off my forehead. I only wore long sleeves and long pants. I had scars everywhere, and I didn't need any more questions shot at me. I gulped down water from my bottle. I couldn't handle the heat anymore. I pulled off my long sleeve to a crop top underneath. I gulped down some more water, but almost choked when I heard,

"Where'd you get all the scars?" I whipped around. I saw Nat standing in the doorway.

"Doesn't matter." I said quickly, shoving my sweater over my head.

"Cami, you don't need to cover them up, everyone has them."

"Not as many as me."

"Let me see." I slowly took off my sweater, exposing my scars.

"Can you show me?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"No. I don't know where they came from. But I know that this," I said pointing to the scar under the left side of my ribs, "is a bullet scar. This is a knife wound," I said pointing to my leg. "I also have a scar all along my spine, a little circular one on my chest and of course this one." I finished, running my finger down the one in my chin.

"And tattoos?" She raised an eyebrow. I sighed.

"One here, a dagger, and one on my back, the letters AQR." When I ran my hand over the letters, my memories flashed. I saw myself screaming as a burning piece of metal was pushed into my back. I stumbled into Nat.

"Hey. What's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm fine."

"Cut the bullshit Cami I know somethings up." I sighed, wondering if it was worth sharing.

"Sometimes I get flashes. Snippets of memories. Mostly screaming, blood, knives and death. But this time I actually saw a face. It was me, getting branded." She pulled me into a hug. I melted into it.

"Ok. We're gonna figure these memories out later, let's get back to training."