"What is that?" a seven year old me asked.
I was dreaming memories again, only I wasn't in my younger self's body like the last times. I was standing behind myself, watching the scene.
"Just drink it," Susan said. Like the good little lab rat I was, I did.
Seven year old me turned into now me in a puff cloud.
"Okay, so the age excellerator works," Mary said.
"How long does this last?" asked the memory me, jumping at the deep voice he had.
"Only an hour or two," Susan waved him off. Both girls walked off, but I followed, leaving experiment me alone.
I didn't hear what they were talking about because I was soon yanked from there to another dream.
I was in Central Park. Everything was on fire. I looked down to see I was on fire.
"Menace!" I heard someone cry out.
I turned to see an angry mob behind me, varying stuff that could and probably would kill me.
"You shouldn't exist!" someone from the mob cried.
"You're too dangerous to keep alive!" another shouted.
"You should've been a good boy," those voices were familiar.
I saw my sisters move to the front of the mob, with the most deadly looking weapons out of the entire mob.
I couldn't fly away, and my fire had gone out. I tried to run, but it seemed like my feet were planted.
I curled to the ground as the mob charged at me, hitting, cutting and blasting with their weapons, trying to kill me. But I just couldn't seem to die.
I yelled and cried for them to stop, but the pain never went and I just couldn't die. It felt like that last ray my sisters used on me, only ten times worse.
I woke him to someone shaking me awake. It was Tony and Bucky.
I sat up, curled in a fetal position. Both men sat on either side of me.
"It was just a nightmare," Tony said, "Just a nightmare,"
"You were screaming up a storm," Bucky said, "Must've been one heck of a nightmare,"
"I'm dangerous," I muttered, "I'm a freak. I shouldn't exist,"
The dream mob's words echoed in my head.
I felt Dukey curl up in front of me, in a way that his body was against my legs.
"I shouldn't exist," I said a little louder.
"I shouldn't either," Bucky said, "But sometimes we don't get to choose that,"
Tony thought it would be a good idea to try and send me back to school.
Yeah, really smart when almost everyone is afraid of you.
Nobody dared get close to me as I trudged through the day at my new school, Midtown High.
That is, until someone named MJ came and sat with me at lunch.
"You're that mutant on TV," she said, "Why are you here?"
"Suffering though school like you," I said. MJ whipped out a sketchbook and started drawing.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"She loves to draw people in despair," said another person as sat near me, "I'm Peter,"
"Johnny," I said.
"So, what's it like being a mutant?" Peter asked.
"The powers aspect is cool," I said, "But the part where everyone kinda wishes you didn't exist is a little rough,"
"What do you mean?" Peter asked.
"Have you watched the news?" I asked, "Everyone sees me as a threat,"
"You don't seem that threatening," Peter said "But I'm a little biased,"
"How so?" I asked.
"I, um, have an internship with Stark Industries," Peter half lied. I was a good enough liar to tell it wasn't the whole truth, but I kept my mouth shut.
"Well, I guess you won't get rid of me after school," I smirked.
Oh yeah, he was gonna be fun.
"CAW CAW!" I shouted as Clint Barton entered the room.
He just laughed and gave me a noogie.
I started making pigeon noises as Bucky and Falcon entered. Bucky and Clint started laughing as Falcon tried to chase me around in anger, forgetting I had super speed.
"Sam. Bucky. Jonathan. Stop horseing around," killjoy Steve said as he entered.
I sarcastically pouted, earning a glare from Steve. He walked off with Clint, Bucky, and Sam.
I decided to go have a little fun and booby trap Steve's room.
When I got there, the door was open. Strange... Steve usually locks his door when he's not in there.
I crept in, seeing the whole place torn to shreads. There was something on the far wall.
A Hydra symbol.
I raced downstairs and almost made it to where the others were when I was shot by something from behind.
I couldn't move.
"Temporary paralysis," said a familiar voice, "Can't have our rouge weapon go warn the Avengers,"
Before I could figure out who it was, I was knocked unconscious.