Nightmare (Avengers/Steve Rogers Fanfic)

Nightmare (Avengers/Steve Rogers Fanfic)

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I don't have a name. Well, technically I do, but it is only a number. I was an experiment, you see, and it altered me. They took a deceased body of a child and made it live. They made it me. They gave me powers by mixing my DNA with that of a creature known as Wendigo. I have retractable two-inch claws, I can pass people in three fractions of a second, I have fangs, and I have a very short temper. But, they wanted more. They wanted more out of me. They mixed my DNA with a Raven, put more of the Wendigo DNA in me, they put chemicals in me. I now have wings, I can summon and control the elements, and I can do this...awful trick when I lose control of the Wendigo. I eventually escaped at 16 years old. I became a vigilante called Nightmare. But then I got on S.H.EI.L.D.'s radar. My name is Subject 232, and this is my story. (Previously Mortem Inspiration- Vengeance by _quirky_ and Season 1 Episode 2 of Supernatural)
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Runaway

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

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