The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 2: Who is he?

"You're to use all actions necessary to get this man, okay?" The men yell at me.
Who was I?
"We need him back."
Who?
They showed me an image of the man. I couldn't remember who that was, if I even knew the guy.
"Just.. keep him alive. We need him."
I nod my head.
I couldn't think straight. Who is everyone? Why am I so angry? Why am I in pain?
They hand me a gun. I didn't need it.
I was masked up and covered in a weird armored suit.
Injure. That's what I had to do to others.
No matter what, we needed this guy. I think.
"Go get em', soldier."
I run, fast. Keeping a low profile.
I spotted him.
*bam*
The shots of my gun rang loud through the city. I watched as pedestrians ran in fear. What a pity.
The man didn't try to fight back, at first. He was unarmed, literally.
The man had longer hair for a man and a metal arm. What a shame.
I ran toward him, getting ready to fight him. He looked as though he didn't want to fight.
"You're to use all actions necessary to get this man, okay?" This repeats in my head.
I reach for him, dragging out a pocket knife.
He pulls one out, too.
God damn. Just give in. You're making this harder.
"Who the hell are you!?" He says, panicked.
I stay silent, continuing to fight him.
"You're to use all actions necessary to get this man, okay?"
I let go of him, reaching an arm out toward a car. With whatever power I had, the car moves up off the ground as I fling it toward him. Telekinesis.
"What the fuck?!" He yells, dodging it.
I drop the gun from my side, throwing random street items toward him with this "magic."
"Alright. I'm mad." He mutters.
He lunges at me, grabbing me by the neck with his, strong, metal arm.
"Who are you?!" He yells at me.
I choke on my breaths.
He rips the mask off my face as I reach my hand out to try and grab his neck.
"Sarah?" He moves back.
"Who the hell is that?" I mutter back at him, punching him in the face.
He begins to run away from me. Not fighting back.
I put my mask back on. Nobody needed to see me.
A bunch of people, armed people, began to surround me.
Superheroes?
I had knocked out all the cops already near the area.
"Alright, whoever you are. Put... the gun down." A red armored man yells.
With the move of my hand, a bus flies toward him.
"Alright, we tried the easy way. Underoos! You're up."
A masked boy appears to my side. This dude looked like a spider.
"Hey. I'm spiderman." He says.
What the fuck?
"Kid, we don't need you telling the girl your whole life story. She was trying to kill Barnes for crying out loud. Do something!" The man yells to him
"Oh, right, yeah. On it, Mr. Stark."
Stark?
The boy shoots out a web from his hand. What was he a spider?
He traps my arm in a web on the ground.
Alright. I'm pissed. Who were these guys. I just needed that man.
I looked over to my arm, an almost forgot.
It was metal.
It was strong.
"Woah woah woah. Hey, chill." Spiderman says as I start to rip out of the web.
"Hey, Mr. Stark?"
"What, kid?"
"I think she's like Barnes...."
"Shit."
They converse back and forth.
I get up, pissed.
A man held out an arrow at me and shot it at me.
I catch it in my hand.
"Damnit." He mutters.
I throw the arrow back at him as it blows up.
He stumbles back, injured.
"Alright, Rogers. Your up." Stark yells, flying.
"I'll get the pedestrians out of the area." A woman yells.
"Kid, get out of here." Stark yells toward Spiderman.
"But, Mr. Stark..."
"Just get out!"
He begins to run off, swinging off the building.
Another large, muscular, man starts swinging an abnormally large hammer.
Whoever Rogers is starts running toward me.
I reach out my hand toward his neck as he kicks me in the gut, pushing me back.
My metal fingers run against the concrete.
Suddenly, a large burst erupts in front of me.
I look up to see the flying, red armored, man.
"Oh, she's pissed." He yells, firing more shots at me.
The red white and blue man puts up his shield as I punch at it.
"Stark..." He mumbles as I dent the shield.
"What the hell?" Stark yells back to him.
He throws down the shield, dodging my knife being thrown at him.
"Out of the way, Rogers." The large, muscular man with a hammer yells.
He whips out his hammer toward me as I catch it in one hand, whipping it back at him.
Everybody is injured, staring at me in awe.
Suddenly, from behind me.
"I'm sorry, Sarah." Someone whispers.
I turn around to be punched hardly in the face with a metal arm.
I go dizzy, falling to the ground.
"Bring her back to the tower." Stark yells.
My eyes flutter open and closed as I catch a glimpse of the man dragging me.
Who was he?