The 7th Avenger. Loki fanfic~

The 7th Avenger. Fanfic~

Intro~

Two years ago, I was burned alive in a fire at my highschool in North Carolina. The fire began by a bus or car ( I can't remember ), crashed into one of the storage rooms where the kept the chemicals, causing them to mix together and creating a unique fire that quickly spread to my classroom nearby. All my classmates had left immidiatly, but I was the last to leave. Instead of escaping like everyone else, I was trapped in the toxic flames and I passed out from the smoke in my lungs. I would have died that day, if it had been a normal fire, but becuase of the chemicals that created the fire, it didn't burn off my skin, but it did get into my lungs and change my life forever. Soon after the fire, I was 'kidnapped' by the secret agent program S.H.E.I.L.D., and as a cover, they told my worried friends, family, and I guess the public, that I was missing or kidnapped or something. No one knew where I was for about half a year, and I felt bad, but it was the most fun I ever had before. I was learning about the fire and how it changed me. They helped me discover that I could now create fire out of thin air, from the palms of my hands and from my breath, if I breathed a certain way. We also discovered that cold water was my enemy. If I became in contact with cold water, not hot water, then it would burn my skin like a normal fire would burn a normal person. Also when I became completly covered in fire, my lips would turn blackish purple in the inside, my hair would turn into flames ( but went back to my normal blondish-brunette hair after I stepped out of the fire ), and my eyes would turn from the normal grey-blue to an eletric green, that contrasted with my fire hair perfectly. One of the S.H.E.I.L.D. agents told me later that my green eyes made me look like a cat. I loved that feeling. I loved the feeling of being covered in flames, I could always create more fire, fight better, and I was at my 100% best when I was engulfed in the friendly flames. I needed to do that too. I guess my need to be covered in flames, was like a bird's need to fly.  If I wouldn't then I would feel confined and trapped and I would go insane. I one time tried to go as long as I could without the touch of a fire, as a little experiment, but after one very painful day, I ended up punching a hole in my bedroom wall, just because I was angry and needed the fire so badly. I even began to associate the fire I knew so well, as a friend. Most of the time my only friend. But after S.H.E.I.L.D. let me back into the real world, I couldn't just jump into a fire at anytime I wanted, but I could breath smoke from my lips, which fed the need I had to combust into flames too. One time, while I was a party, I had the worst need to feel the warmth of the flames, so I exhailed smoke from my toxic lungs like I always had, but one of my friends caught me in action. I quickly had to make up the lie that I smoked and that she couldn't tell anyone else. She was so worried about me. It made me laugh so much too, because it was a lie and she really didn't know the truth. I wasn't one to do anything risky to too outrageous like that, so she worried about me and asked if I gave up smoking a lot. I always told her yes, just to get her off my back, but she ended up telling everyone in our small group of friends that I smoked, because one time at a sleepover, they sat me in a chair and showed me photos of crumbled and cancer infested lungs in an attempt to make me quit. I tried so hard not to laugh that night. I knew they all thought I was a crazy person, but their opions didn't really mean that much to me. They were such a wild crazy group, that the fact that I 'smoked' didn't seem like a big deal to me. I knew there were no secrets in our group, everyone loved to share them and the drama that went with it, so I knew that I couldn't tell anyone about my deadly abilites. It was my little secret that only me and S.H.E.I.L.D. knew about and that was the way I liked it.