The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 10

My mind was a mess. There were blanks everywhere, 12 years of my life, vanished from my mind. I drifted in and out of memories. I knew I couldn't survive very long in here. If they couldn't find a way to get me out, I was dead.

Tony's POV
She wasn't waking up. We laid her on the bed and started tests.

"There's brain activity."

"So, what, she's trapped in her own mind?" Nat asked. Everyone had gathered around.

"Pretty much."

"Wanda is there any way you can get her out?"

"I can try. But we have to hurry. Someone can't be in their own mind for more than a week."

"And then what?"

"Then she dies." A suffocating silence fell over the room.

"Ok guys let's get to work. We need to figure out everything we can about her. All the information we can find or that we have. Wanda we need you to get working on getting her out." Cap started barking out orders. Everyone but Bruce and Wanda went into the common room.

"Okay guys, from the time that she's spent here, what do we know?"

"Well I know she has lots of scars, and two tattoos, one in her forearm, a dagger, and almost a brand on her back. The letters AQR." Nat started. Then Cap said,

"Well we know that she most likely comes from Hydra, seeing how she reacted when she saw Wanda."

"It's weird, there was this girl at Hydra. No one saw her face, but she couldn't have been very old. She worked with me and Wanda once, but then a couple months later she was gone." Pietro said.

"I worked with the exact same girl," Bucky interjected. "I never saw her face but I did see her eyes. They were almost identical to Cami's, and her eye turned red, just like Cami. I also went in one mission, she took a bullet for me. The next day she was gone."

"Everything's adding up."

"No way a fourteen year old girl could be an assassin."

"She actually would have been twelve at the time."

"AQR was a twelve year old girl? Wow." It all made sense, everything matched up. She was AQR, one of the youngest assassins. We had heard of her of course, but never saw her.

"Tony, you need to find everything you can on AQR." I nodded and ran off to my lab, let's hope I can find answers.

Wanda's POV
"Alright Wanda how are we going to get her out?" Bruce asked?

"Well she's stuck in her head, and it triggered by seeing me, maybe we have to just pull her out?"

"I didn't think that's a good idea. It could damage her mind if we do it wrong, and there's a very high chance of that. We might have to return her memories."

"That makes sense, maybe her mind is not fulfilled until it's full." I reached into her mind. I saw what looked to be a timeline. But instead of starting at the beginning, it was almost completely empty. I saw her drift out of a memory. I called out to her.

"Cami!" She turned and saw me.

"Wanda? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to get you out." I explained our plan.

"Alright but you have to hurry. It will probably work, but you only have a week." I nodded and exited her mind.

"She said that it will probably work."

"I feel a but coming." Bruce said.

"But we only have a week, after that..." I trailed off. I didn't need to finish that sentence.

"Alright come on, we need to tell the others."

Cami's POV
It gave me a little hope, seeing Wanda. I knew she would come back, but I was scared. What if we couldn't get me out in time? No I couldn't think of that. My consciousness got pulled into another memory. It was a bad one. It was my first week on the streets...

I walked around aimlessly, trying to find my recover my memories. I just walked sometimes, it cleared my mind. Shoe and Dobie would be waiting for me, so I started to walk back to our alley. I noticed a man following me. I walked a little faster, and he matched my speed. I got closer to our spot, when he sped up, starting to run. He was getting closer. I tried to outrun him but he was faster. He pulled a gun out and shoved me into an alley.

"I'm gonna need all your money kid."

"Does it look like I have money dumbo?" He pushed the gun against my head. I felt the cold metal push into my temple.

"Money kid. Now." He growled.

"I'm telling you, I don't have any money." He pushed harder so that my head was against the wall, the gun pressing the other side, I was trapped.

"Last warning. I want everything you have. Now." I was telling the truth, I had no money. I needed to find a way out of this. He stared at me strangely. Then he growled again, his patience running out. I panicked, and I felt a cold metal thing slide into my hand. I didn't hesitate. I sliced up, aiming at the guy. Red exploded everywhere. I gasped, realizing what I had done. His head lay decapitated on the ground, red, warm blood everywhere. I looked down at my hand. I was holding a scimitar. How I knew the name, I don't know. It felt strangely right in my hand, like it had been there before. But it shocked me, the curved blade looked dipped in red, and I freaked out. I was going to get arrested! Then suddenly, the blade shimmered and disappeared, leaving me with droplets of blood everywhere on my body. I flipped my hood up and ran, as far as I could away from the scene.

That day was scary. It was scarred in my mind, it would come up in my nightmares and haunt me. The sight of the head, rolling away from the bloody body. I shivered, coming out of the memory. If I kept reliving these moments, I would go insane. Let's hope they can get me out soon.