Then it begins to smoke

Chapter 6
Anna’s Point of View
“Brenda? What are you doing here?” I ask as Mary-Jane leaves to lock the door to our cell “room” thing.
“Well I sort of got taken by H.Y.D.R.A. on purpose.” She says, the ways she says it, looking down at her feet makes me think of Peter.
“You idiot! I’m so glad you’re okay,” I say as I pull her in for a hug.
“How’s Peter? Is he okay? And Clint?” I ask,
“Peter, he was shot. I- I don’t know Anna, I’m sorry.” She said something about Clint but I didn’t hear it.
Peter was shot? She didn’t know if he was okay. MY heart seemed to thunder in my ears. Peter.
“Anna? Are you okay?” asked Brenda,
“I’m, I’m.” then I couldn’t help myself, I burst into tears. Brenda held me as I cried, until that is my dear mother decided to pay a visit.
“Anna dear, are you all right? Let Mummy comfort you, shall I brush your hair. I used to do that when you were little.”
“I don’t care!” I scream, this woman, this crazy ass bitch is the one that took me from my family, the one who could have kill- no I won’t think about that. “I don’t care about you! Or whatever new lies you want to tell! You are not my mother! She’s dead! I never had a mother!” I yell, I’m still sobbing, uncontrollably now. That’s when it happens. I don’t mean to, but I burst into flames.
Brenda, freaks out, but to be fair I can’t really blame her. The Madam on the other hand, well she’s just pleased.
“So glad to see you using your gifts Anna dear.” She says before she swishes out of the room, locking me up once again.
Peter’s Point of View
At first, it didn’t seem real. Bu there is was, that small red dot beeping, letting us know that Brenda was still alive.
She’s taken a communicator with her, and she managed to turn it on. Brenda is safe. Is alive. But what about Anna.
“Okay team this is what’s going to- “Steve started turning to us, when
“Were you seriously not going to let me come with?” demands one Natasha Romanoff, who is very angry and also blonde?
“Nat- “Clint says, before he pulls her into a hug. It makes me miss Anna even more.
“So, let’s go get this bitch.” She says and with that we launch off ready to bring them home.
Please be okay Anna.
Anna’s Point of View
“What are you making?” I demand as I peer over Brenda’s shoulder.
“I made you a suit, well at least I tried. Um, its red. And it should fit.” She says nervously. I can’t help it, but despite everything I smile.
"Well, you do look like a Phoenix. And the Suit adjusts to your body temp during the transformation into the flames that they gave you." She tells me. She just smiled as if we were actually getting out of here.
"The name Americana suits you too. You look like a female version of Steve, but much cuter." I say and for a moment we laugh. Like there’s a possibility of us actually getting out of here. Like we might actually make it.
Then we heard it, I would say that there was about two very loud BANGS and then a very nice, resounding BOOM! With that, the cell wall fell down around us. Despite the situation I couldn’t help but smile, Michael Clifford’s hair was on fire again.
Steve came through first, engulfing Brenda in a hug,
“Don’t ever do that again.” He said before he was knocked over by an invisible force. Sue? No, Mary-Jane.
In the midst of a battle, (with my newfound abilities coming into play) I hadn’t noticed what was going on. Until I heard the gunshots. There was a scream, a girl’s scream. Nat’s scream.
I managed to reach her before she hit the floor.
“No! Nat!” I scream, but it’s pointless, Bruce has de-transformed and is pulling her away from me. Taking her away. She looks so pale. Like a ghost, dressed in black, capped in red.
Will she be okay?
Suddenly there are arms around me. Strong arms. Red and blue arms. Peter. I sob, right there in the middle of the jail cell turned bedroom from my crazy not-dead mother.
The battle erupted around us, screams and curses. Clint is yelling at the Madam. Mj is screaming on the floor. She’s on fire. My mother is on fire.
I am on fire.
Then the world spins and then the darkness reaches up and takes me away.

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