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Summary: Second chances are important. Sometimes it takes a second turn to remember who you really are.

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Marvel Universe > AvengerscloudleonsgurlFR18929,7971114537,0443 Jun 127 Oct 13No

To Fall and Bleed Pt 1 of 3

A House Aflame
Disclaimer: I own nothing! No Buffy, no Avengers! I don't own them, I am just writing this for amusment.


I would like to thank all those who are tracking this and the read it! :D And to the reviewers, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And special thanks to the recs, Chan and souldriven.


FYI: This chapter had no manip, but next chapter there will be TWO for it will have TronTalk Cafe's card on it and I've selected two slogans submitted by Chan and another from cmdruhura. I would like to thank all for their suggestions, :D.



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Oh tragedy has taken so many
Love lost cause it all forgot who you were
And it scares me to think that I would choose
My life over you
Oh my selfish heart
Divides me from you
It tears us apart—Beautiful Ending, Barlow Girl



Chapter Five

To Fall and Bleed Part 1



They were coming. Hydra had found them.

Her heart pounded in her ribcage, she watched them closing in on their hiding spot. Lizzie shot a quick look over at the two people, the two lives she had dragged into this mess and couldn’t help feel guilty. She pushed the computer bag into Oz’s hands and told him. “Go. Go now.”

Oz looked at her. “Liz…”

“Ten minutes. Wait for me for ten minutes and if I’m not out of here by then you guys run. Run and…give the information to…I don’t the CIA, the FBI, drive all the way to the white house and give to the president himself, just…” She took a shaky breath. “Just make sure…to get it to someone who can stop them.”

“You’re coming with us.” Oz told her, firmly.

She backed away from them. “Ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes…” Oz confirmed.

Lizzie watched the two make there way down the street and out of sight, before turning around and marching towards the two ‘police officers’ sent to arrest her.

They paused upon seeing her marching towards them.

Lizzie just sent them a sinister grin, as a power she hadn’t felt in ages rose in her chest. Same, but different. She could deal with different.

34 hours earlier

The rain chilled her to the bone.

It didn’t matter she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel anything, but the whelming sense of numbness building in her chest. Her legs had a life of their own as they marched her down the pavement and her eyes just moving over the scenery, not really caring at what she was seeing. Lizzie Summers was falling quickly into a bad place.

Her fingers twirled the card in her hand shakily and she forced a breath into her burning lungs. Fogginess wrapped around her mind and only one though sinks through.

My mom is dead…my mom is dead…they killed her! They killed her! Red filled her vision and she wanted nothing more than…than to find something and rip it apart! Her fingers curled around the small piece of paper, and she slammed her eyes shut, pausing in step and lent all her strength to hold back tears.
Blood…there had been so much…

Snapping her eyes open and glaring at the world, she mentally scowled herself, This is not the time. I can’t do this right now. We have to keep moving. We have to keep going. She started moving forward again, her body knowing a destination that her mind did not.

Her mind didn’t care where she went; it was too busy coming up with a way of revenge. Where do you begin when you take down an evil organization? The flunkies? Beat them until they give up good information?

She stopped, glancing up as a sense of being watched prickled into her mind. She tilted her head to see out of the corner of her eye a camera mounted on one of the parking lot lights. She frowned, before pulling her hoodie over her face. She didn’t know how far HYDRA’s influence went and she really didn’t want to test it.
And what the hell was the with the web of lights when Dr. Bowlin lied? Is that the power that Whistler and the Oracles spoke of? Was she some sort of human lie detector or was it more? Her head hurt so she stopped thinking about it.

Robotically, she slipped into the 24 hour mall. With no money, nothing to her name, she couldn’t rent a hotel or motel room. She had no choice; this would be where she slept tonight. She glanced around, seeing only a handful of people walking around. A janitor and a couple of security guards who were eyeing a group of teenagers huddling in a circle, Lizzie eyed them all warily before twisting the piece of paper in her hand nervously.

With slow and shuffled steps, she found a bench and slumped on it and placed her head into her hands. I get all the files on the computer unlocked, understand what I’m dealing with…and then take it from there.
She closed her eyes, feeling all energy drain from her body and desperately grasped for a memory of her mother’s smiling, happy and alive amidst all the blood and pain swirling inside her. And with that image, Lizzie fell asleep into a troubled sleep.



Agent Phil Coulson didn’t have normal days anymore.

In fact, he was pretty sure he would never have normal days ever again. He was proven right as he stared at the surveillance footage on the computer. With a sigh, he glanced at the donut shop before going in. Stark sat at the table with Nick Fury, and said with his trademark sarcasm said, “I told you I don’t want to join your super secret boy band.”

Coulson’s lips twitched. He felt a presence beside him and glanced down at the Black Widow. Her face was black, closed off as always, “What is the problem?”

“We had a situation down in Los Angeles,” Phil murmured, just as quiet. “One Director Fury will be very interested in.”

Natasha nodded, heading towards the group and Coulson headed back to his position outside. Fury asked, “How is that working out for you?”

“It-It-It-It’s...” When Tony didn’t have a good answer, he used his own sarcasm. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot. Do I look at the patch or the eye? Honestly, I’m a bit hung over. I’m not sure if you’re real or…or if I’m having deliriu…”

Fury cut him off. “I am very real. I’m the realest person you're ever gonna meet.”

“Just my luck.” Tony sulked before lifting his head up to look around the empty place. “Where’s the staff here?” However that movement revealed the dark veins on Tony’s neck. Fury pulled down Tony’s collar and inspected it. “That’s not looking so good.”

Tony pulled back. “It’s been worse.”

Natasha stopped in front on them. “We’ve secured the perimeter.” She gave Fury a pointed look before tilting her head towards Coulson who stood by the van outside. “But I don’t think we should hold it for too much longer.”

Tony too distracted by realizing who Natasha really worked for missed Fury glancing out at Coulson. Coulson caught his bosses look and pointed to the laptop open on the hood of the van. “Huh... you’re... fired.”

Natasha allowed a small and slightly taunting smirk to appear. “That’s not up to you.”

He narrowed his eyes on her before returning in gaze to Fury, who giving him the evil eye…which wasn’t much different from how he normally looked. “You’ve been very busy. You made your girl your CEO, you're giving away all your stuff. You let your friend fly away with your suit. Now, if I know better...” Fury’s words hit the right button because Tony interrupted him.

“You don't know better. I didn't give it to him. He took it.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. He took it?” Fury stated, with much disbelief. “You’re Iron Man and he just took it? The little brother walked in there, kicked your ass and took your suit? Is that possible?”

Natasha answered, looking bored. “Well, according to Mr. Stark’s database security guidelines, there are redundancies to prevent unauthorized usage.”

Tony looked between them to before asking, “What do you want from me?”

“What do we want from you? Uh-uh.” The SHIELD Director shook his head as Natasha rose from her seat leaving them to grab something. “What do you want from me? You have become a problem, a problem I have to deal with. Contrary to your belief, you are not the center of my universe. I have bigger problems in the southwest region to deal with. Hit him!”

That something that Natasha went to get was the needle now in Tony’s neck. Tony groaned, “Oh, God, are you gonna steal my kidney and sell it?” Natasha sent Fury a look and Fury just shook his head, exasperated. After removing the needle, Natasha back off and Tony continued, nonplussed, “Could you please not do anything awful for five seconds? What did she just do to me?”

“What did we just do for you? That’s lithium dioxide. It's gonna take the edge off. We're trying to get you back to work.”

“Give me a couple boxes of that. I’ll be right as rain.”

Natasha stated sharply, “It’s not a cure, it just abates the symptoms.”

“Doesn’t look like it’s gonna be an easy fix,” Fury stated, staring him down.

A few more words were exchanged until they finally convinced Stark to go back to his home, with them of course accompanying him. Tony shrugged off the agent who was leading him to a black van and glanced over at Fury who was in a heated discussion with Agent Coulson.

“What is so important it couldn’t wait, Agent Coulson?” Fury’s voice sharp.

Coulson simply looked at him and said, “Hydra.”

Fury’s one eye widened before a grim look settled onto his features and Coulson pulled up the footage on the computer, quickly.

“We got a match for two Hydra agents. Niko Stravos and Erik Lenin. Very little on the two, other than they are extremely dangerous, they both have criminal records and Hydra recruited them after they were given paroles from a Russian prison suddenly last year.” Coulson then paused before glancing at his superior. “But that isn’t the interesting bit.”

Fury didn’t need to ask as he watched a woman, hood up concealing her face, attacked the two Hydra agents. Her movements fluid and graceful, a deadly little thing, though Hydra’s men did get more than just a few punches in before she swiftly took them down. She then took off barely visible in the crowd before disappearing out the mall doors.

Blonde. That’s all they knew. She was blonde, but not one photo of her face, her back turned to the camera when they went back to the girl waltzed into the mall. They watched two males, one red head, the other with dark hair, approach her and go into a store. The store didn’t have any footage, so it was a dead end. Fury pinched the bridge of his nose. He snapped at his agents, “Get a team down there, clean this up and get me some answers.”

“Already have one sent out.”

“Also,” Fury paused before giving the demand, “I want that girl found and brought in. I want it done quick and under the radar. I don’t want Hydra to know we know they’re up to something.”

Phil wanted to point out they knew nothing, but decided it was best to stay quiet. “Should we worry about finding the other two, also?” Agent Coulson asked, following Fury to the other van. “Sir,” he added.

“Agent Coulson,” Fury began dryly, “you saw that girl, right? Saw how she fought? How easily she took down two, trained and highly dangerous individuals, as they were nothing more than girl scouts selling cookies,” he glared as Coulson who seemed amused, “and did it without breaking a sweat.”

Fury glared at Stark who kept glancing their way and Tony adverted his gaze. The Director then stared Coulson down, “The girl is the priority, Agent Coulson. Find her. You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”

The Director got into the vehicle and Coulson sighed.

He missed the normal days.

And he was pretty sure, he could kiss them all goodbye.



Tony Stark frowned. He did not like not knowing things. It made him slightly twitchy, not knowing something that is. Perhaps it was curiosity, perhaps it was ego. Whatever it was, he liked knowing things. The tension in the vehicle was so thick one could cut it with a knife, he glanced at Natasha sitting beside him and the Director sitting in the front seat. He tried to appear nonchalant perhaps a little sullen, because appearing anything else would have given him away.

Little did they know, that he would soon know what they were looking at (and other things) because he had Jarvis hack into that computer and now all that footage was on his phone. He had feeling this was going to prove interesting.



32 hour earlier

When Daniel Osbourne woke this fateful morning, he didn’t expect many things. He didn’t expect to have to fix a flat tire, he didn’t expect to spill coffee on his shirt, but most of all he didn’t expect to meet her again, the wheelchair girl from the mall. And he didn’t expect the irrevocable changes that she would bring…
“Hi, Bernie,” he waved to the security guard before heading towards his store. He felt his whole come to a sudden stop when his eyes moved of the dirty blonde curled up on the bench out cold. His eyes brows rose in surprise and he took slow steps towards her, tilting his head. “Uh…hello…?”

He jumped back after touching her shoulder. It was like springing a mouse trap, her green eyes snapped open and a snarl curled her lips as she launched herself off the bench towards him, only to almost fall over as she awkwardly caught herself realizing who he was. “Oz?” She blinked hard. “What…what are you doing here?”

“It’s Daniel and,” he added licking his lips, trying to appear anything, but freaked out. “…I work here.” He pointed and she looked up at the unlit sign:

TronTalk Café

“Huh.” She murmured, her eyes roaming over the sign before returning to him. “So you do.”

He watched her turn her eyes on him, and inwardly shivered at the hollow eyes looking through him. She then looked away taking her place on the bench, “What are you doing here?”

Lizzie paused, freezing on the bench and her brows furrowed. “Honestly…I don’t know…”

“Maybe I should ask what my business card did to you,” He teased, but his voice held more worry than humor.

She looked down at the ruined piece of paper in her hand. It was barely recognizable. She remembered pulling it out of her pants pocket and reading it before…before she went on autopilot and started walking. She blinked then quietly admitted, “I don’t the answer to that either.”

“Are you okay?” He finally asked the question on his mind.

“No…” She replied, rising from the bench. “No, I’m not okay. I’m so far from being okay that…” She shook her head, not able to finish her sentence. Her shoulder’s weighed down as if the weight of the world dragged her down, and a terrible darkness filled her eyes. “I have to go. I have things…” She took a step to leave when her legs buckled and a pained look cross her face. Arms shot out and held her up.

She blinked looking over at Daniel in surprise. Not because he caught her, because he didn’t. But because she was wondering who the heck had caught her. A rich male voice chuckled and said, “Do you fall for me like this all the time or am I just special?”

Arrogant son of a…She thought retching herself out of the man’s arms and turning to chew him out when the words choked in her throat.

The man in front of her was none other than Jesse McNally.



AN: Oh! Yeah, you thought I didn’t make a banner! But I hide it so to hid the surprise of JESSE! I always liked the character of Jesse and thought he would be a good character to bring in. :D

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RRs are appreciated.

I apologize for it being short, but I really wanted to set up the timeline when Lizzie’s story is taking place and a few more key characters and give a little hint at all the action that’s going to take place in the next chapter…hint, hint.

Also I am setting up a pole. Who do you think Lizzie should be paired with? Normally I don’t like poles such as these, but whoever Lizzie’s paired with will effect how and where I take my story. I have the possibilities all planned out in my head, I just figured maybe you guys might think it fun to help choose where the story gets to go.

Pairing Options:

Steve Rodgers

Thor

Tony Stark (I’m iffy about it, but I can make it work)

Hawkeye

Bruce
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