The Next Generation of Avengers (ThermalTrickster & Jessy753)

[Jessy753]

Victoria was currently unpacking her bag in her room. She had arrived at the Avengers tower, this morning. Like each semester break, she had planned to spend her break with her dad, discussing the latest private events as well as things about her father and Pepper's company. But somehow today felt different. Until now, neither Tony nor Pepper had even bothered to say hello to her. According to Jarvis, Tony was still in the lab tinkering on some kind of new machinery and Pepper was in California taking care of the company. Somehow it felt like both her father and the woman, who she had considered her mother, had forgotten her.


As soon as she was finished Victoria thought about getting into her dad's private elevator and ride to the lab or staying in their apartment floor. Maybe she would not only see her father but Bruce Banner. Both men liked spending their time inside that lab. Sometimes it seemed like that room was their personal playground. She walked towards the kitchen as she talked to Jarvis "Is my father still in the lab?" "Yes, Miss Stark. Would you like me to call him for you?", answered the familiar British voice of her father's computer. "No thanks... I think I'm going to surprise him in a minute", she replied as she sounded disappointed. It seemed like her father had indeed forgotten about her.


Shortly after the brief conversation, Victoria pushed the button for the elevator. The elevator doors swung open and she stepped inside, pressing the button to the lab floor. She took one last glance at the apartment before the doors closed and the lift started to move. Suddenly the elevator stopped moving as a loud bang was heard. The lights went out and she was in the dark.


Thomas walked slowly back home. He carried his school bag along and tried to blend out all the feelings, which were constantly nagging at him. He was able to feel everyone's feeling within a radius of 20 feet. That was one of the reasons why he hated school. If he wanted or not, those feelings were simply advecting on him. School was mostly exhausting enough with paying attention. But he had to constantly have energy to blend those out.


Randomly he spotted a cat walking on a fence. He tried to feel her emotions and blend out end the rest. It was a nice way of testing and practicing his talent. Thomas could feel that the cat enjoyed the sun and was currently a little hungry. He tried to influence the cat into jumping from the fence and act like it was hunting a mouse. But he turned disappointed as the cat simply jumped from the fence and lied down on the grass at a sunny space.


As soon as Thomas was near his home, he was able to feel many different emotions. It ranged from anger to angst. Something about those emotions made him look up and move quicker towards the door of their home. His mother was supposed to be home, if there hadn't come up some sudden Avengers' business. He reached for the door knob as a familiar pink mist was appearing around him. A sudden force pushed him away from the door and he landed on his back as a female scream was heard.

 

[ThermalTrickster]

She takes her time as she walks down the hall. It's a somewhat brisk pace set up by her lax attitude on this articular day and she intends to keep it that way. Her footsteps are light yet she can hear the soft clip of her shoes as she travels down the white walls occasionally glancing at the paintings her father put up there quite some time ago. She breathes in deeply as the smell of lemon drifts in towards her, she smiles at the familiarity of it and passes by the final door to her right. The hall itself isn't as big as the rest, but that's exactly what her father--and she included--requested. They're simple people and they don't need much to keep them happy. Stopping in front of the room she doesn't hear the scream that follows instead focusing her attention to the room as she quietly slides inside the smell of honey lemon greeting her as she glances inside her room.


She's grateful for this simple luxury, but she'll never get over how it came to be. She grits her teeth as she thinks of Nick Fury and ignores the shiver that passes down her spine as she recalls his threat to her father. Bruce stayed strong of course never shifting from her placid emotion and yet she could tell the beginnings of rage at the gall of it all. She swallows down a breathe as she forces the memory out of her head and instead sits down quietly on her bed. The soft mattress barely squeaks under her tiny weight and lays down on her back. She stares up at the ceiling, the picture of her homeland high above her with an aerial view and a stocky format of it's name, and sighs in content as she drifts her eyes shut.


Her thoughts are focused and clear drifting from one place to another with ease as she relaxes. The stress of the day calming her down and the feeling of soft, velvet covers cushioning her as she purrs with bliss. It's a peaceful day, she decides at last. Nothing to worry her or nothing to worry it. She brushes it away from ind at once as a chance to not think about it and instead she evens her breathe.


Almost at once she feels it. The pressure building up inside of her temples burst from a dam inside of her mind with no warning or alert whatsoever. Her eyes fly open with pain as she grits her teeth and she can feel them grinding in her mouth as she lets out a soundless scream. She knows nothing except of it. She hears nothing except for the ringing in her ears and the whiteness behind her eyes.


She can feel it.





Lurking behind her innermost thoughts, taunting her with jeers and jibes. From the recesses of her mind she can feel him. See him. Hear him. And it hurts so bad that she wants it to end. It doesn't fade. It doesn't end. She can feel everything he feels and the word claws out of her mouth as if her throat were thorns.


"Bruce."





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His breathing evens out as he paces himself. His heart is beating wildly in his chest as if he were racing laps around the center and yet he can't feel it. He can hear the wild pounding over and ov er and over again drowning out everything in his mind except for the small thumps. He tastes cooper. The red stickiness inside of his mouth flows out of him like a flood that can't be stopped and yet he knows it has to. He has to. For him. His body is a wreck, he can tell by the pain coming from every nerve in his body, and the way his head throbs painfully on the cracked concrete. He's surprised he's not dead, but he chides himself as his father taught him otherwise. He's the son of Steven Rogers. Hell, he can face anything.


But not him.


He lies on his side he arms numb from the elbow down and he thinks that they're not there for a moment. He forces his eyes to look down without moving his head and inwardly sighs--it hurts to much to breathe--as he spots his limbs. At once a tear trails down leading a wet mark against the grime and sweat that covers his skin. He doesn't think about the blood as he'll probably faint again. Again. He furrows his eyebrows as shame fills every crevice of his body and he tries not to think, but he can't. It's too vivid. The blood, the screams, the pain, and--


He stops trying after that. His father is dead. He knows this and there's nothing he can do about it. he saw his lifeless body being dragged out from under the rubble along with the others. All of which he failed to protect and all of which are probably dead because he was too weak. So, why didn't he take him? His vision blurs as a cry leaves his mouth. Why not him? He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye for Heaven's sake!


Slowly his heart begins to lessen and he smiles. He knows it's wrong, but everything he's loved is gone. Taken from him in a ray of fire and blood and all he can think about is death. Everything hurts. And it's all his fault.


He tries not to cry as he vision finally turns to black.

 

[Jessy753]

"Jarvis? What the heck is going on?!?", she demanded to know but received no reply as the electricity had gone out. She banged her fists against the doors of the elevator and called out "Hello? Dad?! Anyone?!" She had no clue on which floor she had been stuck as soon as the electricity had suddenly decided to stop working. Something about that was weird. She knew that the electricity of the Avengers tower was functioning on a basis her father had developed and therefore it wasn't part of the electric loop of New York city. The chances of a power loss were equal zero.


Somewhere from beneath the elevator her father voice was heard. With a smile she called out "Dad! I'm up here in the elevator!" Victoria knew that her father would find a way of saving her and get her out of the lift before looking at the actual problem and fix the power. But from somewhere other voices were heard as well as gun shots. She became quiet as from somewhere underneath her, Stark had called out. It somehow sounded a little desperate. Without the electricity working inside the tower, Jarvis wasn't able to take care of some suits, which left her father almost defenseless. Holding her breath, she quietly listened to the voices from underneath.


After what felt like an eternity, the electricity came back and the lift continued its journey towards the laboratory. Victoria was scared of what she would be seeing as soon as the doors would open themselves. She stood in the corner of the elevator while watching the numbers counting downwards. She could still feel the faint tears on her cheeks from her dad fighting whoever had broken into the Avengers tower.


Eventually the doors opened and she stepped outside. The whole floor was a mess with devices scattered and broken. But unfortunately no person was to be seen. "Dad?", she called out as she felt a limp building up. Victoria was on the verge of crying as it seemed like her father was gone with whoever had attacked him.


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With a thud he landed on his back on the street in front of their home and the air was drawn out of his lungs. His guards fell down completely and emotions were coming in from all around him. Thomas tried to concentrate on his mother but there was too many people and things going on inside their little home. It seemed like his mother was blocking him out and only screams from different voices were heard from the inside of their home. As soon as he caught some of his air, he got on his feet and ran inside the house.


There were strangers fighting with his mother. Thomas tried to reach out for someone's emotions and alter them slightly. So, the person would go away and leave his mother alone. But given his lack of training all he did was bringing up some confusion. A random opponent, spotted him standing by the entrance. He grabbed Thomas and held a gun to his temple. "Hey witch!", the man called out as he held Thomas tight and aimed his gun on his head "I will blow a bullet through his head, if you don't come with us!" Thomas tried to break free from the man's grip as his mother randomly turned around. He would never forget the horror in her face as soon as she had spotted him trapped there.


"Let him go and I'll come with you", Wanda answers in a lightly accented voice. She looked defeated at her opponents and suddenly Thomas felt like something had hit his guts. He was hurled with the man behind himself against a wall. The only thing she saw was the man being hurled away from him before Thomas hit the wall and everything turned black.


Thomas wasn't sure how long he had been unconscious as he waked up. But his head felt like it would burst and their neat little house of his memories was broken. Furniture and both things from him and his mother were scattered all over the place.

 

[ThermalTrickster]

Her body is on fire.


That's the last thing she feels as she tries to pinpoint on each person. Each pain is different from one another as they stretch from different injuries. It's too soon to tell which is which as it requires a maximum amount of effort to do so, but it's hard enough without the extra push. The colors racing in front of her eyes are red and they turn from it to black in an instant as if this happened all the time. Her mind hurts and her body feels the pressure of everyone. Her limbs seem broken, but as she looks down they look fine. It's that one movement that makes her clench her teeth, but she knows better.


Slowly she moves her hand across the sheets and grips the pale pink comforter. Somehow the darker pink stripes seem to contrast with her situation. Grunting a bit she pulls herself up hearing the cough of pain that reaches out from her lips and spills a trail of spit. She wants to vomit, but she forces it back down and instead moves her legs until they are dangling over the bed. She pauses for a moment to catch herself before she faints or worse. Her mind is aching and her body seems to be shutting down, but she can't just sit there and do nothing. All her life she's been a curious little child and right now she has to know what the hell happened to her father and the others. She gasps loudly enough to think that it's someone else and with narrowed eyes and fierce jolt of determination she jumps down and almost collapses onto the floor.


Her legs seem weaker with the pain of others and they barely seem to support her. Her eyes are aching as if someone gouged them out with a hot iron, but she knows that that person is probably just hurting for a few moments. She pleads without faith and hopes to some foreign deity that someone or something will help them and save them because now...she can't. And it's a shame to think that she could.


"Just...try...." her words hurt and yet she feels something different. It doesn't have a name or a face or even a color attached to it. Instead it has power behind it's words despite the simplicity of it. This is her father and she has to try if not for herself, but for him.


Her legs make it to the door and with a grunt of pain she opens it slowly and watches as it creaks open. The hallway is dark and cold and silent. Other wise it''s different from the usual activity of the Stark Household. Closing her eyes she feels the coldness seep into her room and force it's way around her. Concentrate. She can feel her father's voice inside of her mind as she feels every inch of the pain and presses against it. She takes hold of it and with a slow sigh she tenses as it vibrates against her entire frame and she almost falls down in surprise. Soon it vanishes slowly. Fading away as if it were nothing, but she can still feel it within her. It presses against the back of her mind like a fly trapped in a car, but otherwise she can ignore it.


She breathes out slowly and smiles in triumph and without a word she steels herself and runs into the darkness knowing her way around as if it were her room. She knows in an emergency like this the stairs are a better option and without a second thought she finds herself flying down the stairs barely touching the ground. Her father would scold her if he knew, but right now it's him who's she's worried about. And she'll get to him no matter what it takes.