I Am The Fifth Member Of The Fantastic Four (Soft Core Completed)

A lesson learned?

I did not know how, but I managed to live.

They all changed, they were no longer normal everyday people with average names, they’d turned into highly lethal, badass superheroes within the snap of a finger.

It all happened at once, before either Ben or Susan could say or do anything-they attacked. And oh-boy did these superheroes attack hard.

First things first I had to get Spiderman off of me, I bring my elbow down hard on his back. He tried to dodge it but I was quick, he crumbles to the ground and I muttered a sorry to him. I tried to think of what to do but my brain froze (no pun intended).

Captain America (Trust me he was no longer Steve Rogers), caught me in the chin with his shield. Where had that come from?

I fell back hard on the ground, the wind knocked out of me. Get up! I yelled at myself.

I must not look weak.

I must not look pathetic.

I must beat these guys, prove I can be a superhero. Or they’ll forever look down on me.

Wow girl where did all that come from? You can’t beat these guys. We’ve got SHIELD agents up in here!

I lunge up and come up in a crouching position, I scan the crowd. Teen superheroes to the left, adult superheroes in the back with Susan and Ben to my right. They left a wide arch between me and them. Looking at me, judging me, probably think I was an easy kill.

“Wow, wait guys it-” Ben walks forward but was soon tackled me a big green Hulk.

“When did he get here!?” I said.

“Look,” Tony Stark commanded from the back. His armor flew in through the window (and no they weren’t open), all the several pieces fitting perfectly onto his body. “Who are you and who sent you?” it was Iron Man whom finished the sentence.

“Er…” oh that must’ve sounded really smart.

I made a run out of the room, no way am I fighting now. I’d be dead by the first breath. When I turned my back I caught an ever so slight sound, like whooshing…something was coming at me.

I jump and do a straight upside-down-360-balletspin. Mini darts sail passed my hair out the wide arch door and impale themself into the opposite wall. The wall paper sizzles and begins to singe.

I land on an empty chair and Spiderman gets up and shots his web at me. I grab it before it can make contact and I swing him around like a rag doll. He hits Ava- I mean- Tigress square in the guts and the fly back, knocking over an assortment of drinks.

“Sorry!”

“Avengers Assemble!” Iron Man yelled.

Hulk stood up with a grunt, his foot still on Ben. The Blonde hot guy that was sitting next to Black Widow got up and pulled out a purple stub from his pocket. It instantly converted into a bow, he pulled out another stub from his other pocket and it became an arrow. Yeap, no doubt about it. That’s Hawkeye.

The brunette next to Susan instantly shrunk in size till she had wings. Black Panther crouched down into the stalking pose. Iron Man flew up in his armor, Captain America was holding onto his shield which had miraculously bounced off my chin, to the lamp, from the roof and back into him.

Oh hell no! 6 out of 10 Avengers?

I dash from the room like my life depended on it, heck, it did!