The tracker

                     (Ashlyn's point of view)

         I woke up and blinked several times. Where am I? I looked around and noticed I was in an empty cube with glass walls. I was restrained to a chair with rope. Stupid idea really, whoever kidnapped me should know I am super strength, or have they done their reading? I thought. I easily broke the restraints with a snap and stood up. I stretched my arms and legs before examining the room. Where am I? I thought again. I racked my brain for any idea of where I was. It was hard since I was brainwashed at the time. Hydra brainwashed me and then... mission. What mission? To fight the... Avengers! I remembered where I was. I remembered what happened. They saw my memories. Shit! They saw me kill my family, so me watch Abe die, saw me being tortured over and over again.

I felt tears come to my eyes and I tried to blink them away, Hydra hates when I cry. I haven't cried in two years and I definitely needed to now. I started sobbing. I was pathetic and I knew it but I didn't care. I was a fifteen year old girl who had no family, no friends, and was forced to kill. They're gone, all of them. I slide down to the floor, curling into a ball and leaning on the wall for support.

        I heard voices from the hall, I knew they were coming my way thanks to my super hearing. I ignored them though, I didn't care what happens to me anymore. They're dead... they're dead... is it stupid that I also morn the strangers I kill?

I heard the door open and they walked in. I heard a faint gasp that sounded like it came from a child. I didn't look up, I hate all of them. They have perfect lives, family, friends... and they get to use their powers for good, in their own terms. It was stupid to hate them but right now I was feeling bitter, angry, and depressed.

      "Hello," Tony Stark said. He kept his voice even and firm.

       I couldn't see him with my head on my knees but I could tell by the voice who it was. I could tell he was embaressed looking at me, he didn't know what to do and honestly, neither did I. Currently I just wanted to die.

      I should be dead, then at least I could see them again. I felt a tear slide onto my arm and remembered the tracker they inserted there. Shit!

I thought. What do I do? They're going to come for me. I can't go back there! I looked up form my knees to see the Avengers (or at least some of them) looking at me. I have to get out of here. I unexpectedly stood up and punched the wall. It didn't even crack. I kept punching it over and over again until eventually it started cracking. Tony gasped and took Bucky and Peter out of the room.

I crashed through the glass and walked out, not even caring if glass got stuck in my foot or not. My hand was bloody from glass and I heard an alarm sound but it sounded faint. My ears were ringing and I felt like I was floating. I sprinted towards a very surprised Natasha Romanoff. She may be the hardest to beat but she was the one I could count on to have knives.

I ran towards her, she noticed and tried to land a punch but I dodged flipped her onto the ground. I quickly webbed her down making sure not to get any of her coats. I unbuttoned her coat and she tried to speak but I had also webbed her mouth. I grabbed one of her many knives and turned to see Steve, Tony,  and Wanda glaring at me. Steve held his shield and Tony was in his suit.

"Honestly, this is kind of a shitty way to meet huh?" I asked. Even though I was suicidal and depressed I could still have good humor!

      I gripped the knife and plunged it into my arm. It hurt like crazy and my knees buckled. Just hang in there. I thought. I saw Wanda and Steve running towards me so I quickly webbed them up. Tony raised his hands but I could see one of his fingers slowly go to tap a button that would activate... something, so I webbed him up too.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wanda yelled. I webbed her mouth shut. Steve luckily was smarter and decided to stay quiet. I couldn't hear Tony inside his hit even if he was speaking.

I dug the knife around breaking several veins. That's probably not good. I was wincing form pain and I was duly on the floor. I saw the jet black tracker and I quickly yanked the knife out. The floor and my arm were completely covered in blood at this point. I started to get dizzy but I pushed my fingers into the huge wound in my arm. I moved them around feeling for the tracker. The pain was almost unbearable but finally I felt something hard. I pulled it out hoping it wasn't apart of me and luckily it was the tracker. I dropped it on the floor and stomped on it. It gave a satisfying crack underneath my foot. My arm was covered in blood and any skin left around the wound was torn up. I could see the bone in my arm. I tried to stand up but I immediately blacked out. I'm free now...