Midnight. I have been up since midnight. He was in the coffee shop today, and ordered a latte. I can't keep beating myself up about this. He's going to know the truth soon. A scar exists where the stitches were. That's a painful reminder of how I failed to defeat him.

"Ma'am, can we speak?" A man says as he knocks on the door. Oh great.

I pull my hair into a bun as I open the door. I was right. It's him. He looks angry, too. Almost like he wants to kill me. I smile at him, and open my mouth to speak. He speaks before me, though.

"Bess, you were never originally the mission. I was sent here to catch an arms dealer with weapons of mass destruction. It was an added bonus for you to have teleported here." He explains. I turn away, but not because of shame. I turn away in anger and fear.

"I am in, shock really. You went through an entire city just to catch and/or kill me, abandoning a mission in the process. Me, a teen who has been living on her own, lying about her age to stay in places with a roof on them, trying to control her deadly powers, and whose father and mother rejected because of her true nature and genetics." I reply. My father's military career and disapproval of me taught me one thing: never trust a soldier.

"Look, I know you're scared, and you have every right to be, but your parents probably-"

"Didn't mean it? He called me a monster. A freak who didn't deserve to live. My father threatened to shoot me dead if I ever stepped foot in that house again." I snap, cutting him off.

He walks inside, and I look around before closing the door. No soldiers, helicarriers, or reinforcements of any sort. He sits in the kitchen, and I sit across from him.

"Let's get something straight before we begin, alright?" He asks. I nod.

"I won't hurt you if you give me the answers I want, but if you don't," I watch him set a needle filled with something that I don't recognize, saying, "I won't hesitate to use-" Then, I come to a realization. That isn't an ordinary drug, because he knows that I wouldn't talk while under influence, unless it was- wait, that's it!

"Sodium thiopental, most commonly used in truth serum." I reply, finishing his sentence, "Cap, you're willing to put me under truth serum to get answers."

I grab the needle before he can do anything, and hold it close to my arm. I don't inject myself, though. He looks surprised, to say the least.

"Let's see if I can give you answers before you go all Candor on me, Soldier." I tell him as I drop the needle back onto the countertop.

"How did you know?" He asks.

"I'm a telepath. I see memories, and read minds. I saw you with a bottle of sodium thiopental as you filled the syringe. I read the label, too." I respond, "I also read the Divergent series a few years ago. Now, I want to reply with free will, not under the influence of a Candor drug."

"Okay. First, why are you so secretive about your parents?" He asks. I wasn't prepared for this at all.

"My father served as a general in the army before my birth. He was always serious and never loosened up. When I came out to them, I was threatened to be killed if I ever went near them again, so I hope that answers it." I respond, holding back tears. His face softens, and I see a new person. Behind the glorified flag worn by America's golden boy is someone who lost everything, and I don't need telepathy to see the truth. When I do look in his head, I see graves, and a funeral.

"Okay, next question. How long have you had your powers and what activated your X-Gene?" He asks, and his face hardens again.

"Six years. I was ten when I was kicked out. My shapeshifting abilities and enhanced sense were activated at birth, but the rest activated when I was at home, right after my father had shot me in three different places on my arm." I reply. The bullet holes left scars, and those scars were covered by the scar from my encounter with him that night.

"Okay, listen. These next few questions are going to be a little different. If you lie, I will-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, inject the truth serum. I know the drill, Cap." I calmly finish.

"Why did you try to avoid us that first night?" He asks.

"I don't know. I was scared, to say the least. I was terrified, actually. Once I recognized the shield under your civilian disguise, I knew my chance of escaping was slim, so I played along." I reply. He stabs the needle into my arm.

"What was that for!" I yell. He drops a water bottle onto the counter. I have been outsmarted again.

"You really think I would do that? You are supposed to be smart enough to realize what is water." He replies smugly. I need to in get his head so I can know what his plan is.

He holds a pill in his hand, and as I enter his mind, he takes it. I'm pushed out with a sharp pain, like knives tearing at my flesh. I feel tears threatening to spill, and cover my face.

"Don't try that again, or it'll be double the pain." He threatens. He knows I've had a troubled past just from what I just told him, and he still chooses to purposefully harm me.

"You...are no better...than my father. I see that...cruelty and ruthlessness...fills your...heart." I slowly reply. Soon, a horrid noise tears through the air. I know what it is: guns.

Captain America stabs a dart into my arm, and I black out.

I wake up, trying to sit upright on a bed. I'm restrained by some cloth, so I try teleporting. I don't move. When I shape shift, the cloth falls off. Okay, so my powers aren't blocked. Then why can't I teleport?!

"Miss Jansen, I'm glad you're awake. I needed you to wake up, to make sure the procedure was a success." Someone says from behind me.

"Procedure?" I ask, bewildered.

"Yes. We removed one of your dreadful mutations. Teleportation, I believe? We had to manually recode some of your DNA, but it was worth it." The scientist says.

They took my power to teleport. The nerve of those scientists! I am snapped out of my thoughts when he injects me with an anesthetic. Captain America is the last person I see.

When I wake, I'm not restrained. I sit upright to see Cap. He looks furious, to put it lightly. If looks could kill, I would be dead. I try to shift into a younger version of myself, but no luck. Another removal preformed by their scientific research team. I can't shape shift.

I've only done this once, but I need a way out. I walk over, grabbing Cap, and drilling my index fingers into his temples. I enter his mind, erasing any and all memories of me or our encounters. He falls unconscious as I complete the erasure. All too simple.

As I walk through the halls, I use telekinesis to kill anyone who even touches their gun. I feel blood trickle down from my nose as I exercise the use of my mutation more and more. If I stop, I'll lose another part of my mutation.

I've waited to kill Nicolas Fury for months. I hope he's here. I stop in the first floor, and pull everyone into the lobby.

"Sit." I order. They all obey, and I search the crowd.

"None of you are needed. I searched each of your minds, and you are all collateral damage to Fury. No family, no love, nothing. All of you men are going to have to pay for your boss's insignificance." I finish. As I close my mouth, I make each of their hearts explode. Thirty seven hearts are now nothing but mush.

Forty-one deaths at my hand. That's not even counting the agents I had to kill during my hallway escape. All of these people made the fatal mistake of trusting Cap and Fury. So pathetic. I cannot believe they thought they stood a chance against me.

I notice the other Avengers in a meeting room. As I walk in, I force them into their seats. I stand still, and influence their hypothalamuses to shut down their brains' arousal signals. To put it simply, night night Avengers. I walk to each, and erase their memories of me.

They begin to wake up as I run away.