Sean (Avengers Fanfiction)

7

A very... formal talk was what it appeared to be.

Bruce led me to a meeting room with a long table and eight other people sitting at said table.

I shifted uncomfortably under the stares, "Sean isn't it?" The redhead from the other day asked, leaning against her chair.

I nodded slowly.

She continued, "So you have super speed?"

I nodded again.

Steve looked at a few papers in front of him, skimming through their contents. "You've been working at that bookstore for, about five years?" He asked.

I nodded again, looking at Bruce out of the corner of my eye.

This was starting to sound like a job interview.

"How long have you had your speed?" Clint asked as he leaned on the table.

I held up five fingers.

"Were you born with it or did something happen?"

I moved my hands, 'Born with speed, developed later,'.

Clint nodded his head in thought.

The other speedster and the brunette girl at the table had been staring at me with such hatred since I'd entered the room. It was starting to get uncomfortable.

'Can I leave?' I signed hesitantly.

Clint translated for me.

"I don't think that's the best idea," Steve told me.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"There are people after you that want to use you to do bad things," he explained.

I repeated myself, 'Can I leave?'

Clint glanced over at Steve. "Well, we can't legally hold you here, but you should seriously think about joining us. It'll be safer for you," Clint tried to reason.

I was not staying here, 'I leave,' I signed to them before turning around and leaving the room.

"Well that could've gone better," was the last thing I heard before the door closed.