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So some people think being a mutant is the coolest thing ever, you get to be an avenger, and beat up bad guys, you know the whole shebang. Trust me it's not all that it's cracked up to be.
No, I was born a freak. I was about 10 when I first started changing, not enough to be noticeable, to anyone but me at least. It only got worse. When I turned 12 it started to become more noticeable to everyone. 3 weeks after my 12th birthday my powers broke though at a family gathering. My mom freaked out, got into a big screaming match with my dad when they thought I was asleep. So that night I packed the few belongings I thought I would need for a new life, and left, thinking it would be easier for my mom if I wasn't there to mess everything up for her.
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I wake up with a start, “Dammit I'm late again!!!” I curse. If I'm late one more time I'm gonna get fired. I quickly jump into the shower, put on my black button up blouse, blue skirt, and matching blue converse. On my way out I grab a poptart, only to run back in to get my purse, and back out again, down the stairs and I'm on the New York streets. Good job Y/N maybe I can make it on time for a change.
I have an agreement with the owner of the coffee shop I work at, I work my ass off 6 days a week and they pay in cash. They don’t mind that I’m vague about my life, I don't have any resume or real experience, or that I use a fake name. I practically run the three-ish blocks to Puzzles, slamming the back door on my way to put down my purse and grab my apron. Of course they decided to use the pink aprons this week and I'm wearing blue. I almost run into my boss on my way to the front counter. “I am so sorry that I'm late Mr. Mosby, I promise it won't happen again.” you say tying on your apron.
"Don’t make promises you can't keep Alex, and it's ok, just get out there and serve some coffee.”
“Thank you so much Mr. Mosby, thank you so much!” I step out into the crowd and grab a tray and notepad.
“Hey, welcome to puzzles, my name is Alex, what can I get you?” you say to a tallish blond man in a suit. Seriously who wears a suit to a coffee shop?
“You’re so pretty, did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?” he says, straightening his tie and giving me a sideways smile.
“No, but I broke a nail crawling out of hell, now what do you want to drink?” I bark out, putting my hand on my hip and glaring at him.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic.” He says defeated. His friend next to him snickers like an idiot.
“This is a coffee shop, we don't serve alcohol.” I say while trying to not lose my cool. I'm probably failing
“This is why I go to bars.” He says to himself. “Fine, I'll have a grande pumpkin latte!”
“One pumpkin latte coming up.” You say. Turd Blossom. I think to myself while walking away. Why are men such pigs!!
Maybe not all men….. I think heading towards the very handsome, very buff, brunette man with piercing blue eyes and a smirk on his plump lips. And his equally buff, equally tall, blond friend, who looks kinda familiar. Have I seen him somewhere before, maybe on TV or something? Maybe he's an actor or comedian.
Hey, I’m Alex, how are you boys doing today?” I say as I reach the table, the blonde man looks up from his phone, his eyes are almost aqua, in between blue and cyan. He gives me a half smile, with an odd look in his eye. Slightly confused, I turned back to the brunette.
“Very good Alex, thank you, I’ll take a large coffee, black.” he says as he relaxes back into his chair and folds his arms. Damn look at those arms, they almost don't even look real.
“I’ll have the same, thanks.” Says the very blond one, still giving me that confusing look in his eye. I hate when pretty people sit in my section, I can never think straight.
“Ok I’ll be right back with your orders.” I say before turning quickly to put their orders in before they can see the slight pink on my cheeks.
When I get to the register I look back at the table and see them looking at me, then quickly turn to whisper to each other. That’s odd, I have a weird feeling about them…
“Hey Lily can you take these coffees over to the two hot guys over there, they keep looking at me weird.” I turn to my short redhead coworker offering her my notepad.
“Yeah sure, they do kinda look out of place. But hot…." She gives me a pointed look like she's trying to say something.
“LILY!!!! You’re engaged!!!!!! What would your fiance say?!?!” I whisper yell, as he's sitting a few tables away from us.
“Yeah yeah.. I love him. But I’m allowed to go window shopping, I just can’t go into the stores.” she says waving me off.
“Oh my gosh. Whatever Lily, can you just take them two black coffee’s, please??” I plead.
“Fine!! Ugh!!” Lily grumbles, taking the coffee from my hand, and walking towards the two guys.
A few minutes later, she walks back. “Hey honey, the guys say they want to talk to you, they keep whispering to each other, do you want me to get Mr. Mosby?” she says, giving me a worried look. She's been such a great friend to me since I started here.
“No, I'll go find out what they want, thanks though.” I say squeezing her hand as I walk past her towards them. When I get to their table, they are still whispering, I don't like this. Did they find me, do I have to move again? I finally got settled.
“Hey guys, what's up, my friend said you wanted to talk to me?” I say tentatively, keeping out of arm's reach of either man, just in case. Sometimes the cutest guys are the most dangerous.
“Yeah” says the blond one. “Do you know a Y/N L/N?” He says knitting his eyebrows together.
“Who the hell are you?” I bark out, taking a step back. As soon as I do the brunette shoots up freakishly fast, and steps towards me reaching his hand out to stop me.
By the time his chair hits the floor, I know. THEY’RE WITH HYDRA!!!! RUN!!! I turn in a flash, and run as fast as my legs can take me, pushing people out of the way. I look back for a second, I lock eyes with Lily. She looks so confused, I’ll never see her again. She was my only friend here.
As soon as I get to the street I start shifting. At first my skin is a deep scaly purple, then from head to toe I start turning into a muscular, red head woman, very pretty, very powerful. I saw her in the coffee shop earlier that week. She ordered a black coffee, said her name was Nat. I guess my name is Nat now.
I can hear them yelling my name, searching the busy street for me. I hope they don't know about my powers. I turn to look ahead of me, when suddenly I'm slamming into a tall body.
“I’m so sorry, are you alright? I’m so so sorry.” I say to the tall, buff, stranger in front of me.
“I’m fine, thank you. Are you alright? You look scared.” He asks grabbing my shoulders to keep me steady
“Yeah, I'm fine thank you.” I say, then as I try to take a step back, his hands tighten on your arms, keeping me from moving. What the hell man, I said sorry.
“I’m glad.” He says then I feel a pinch in my neck, and I finally feel the presence behind me. My eyes dart behind me, to see a man holding a massive needle. I push the man holding my shoulders, but he grips me tighter as my vision starts to fade, and I feel myself slumping into him. “It’s nice to finally meet in person Mrs. Romanoff.” He says right before everything fades to black, and all I can hear is my own heart beat.