Next Avengers: LEGACY

HENRY- Son of Doom

"Don't leave me alone
Cause I barely see at all
Don't leave me alone
I'm
Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths, can I ever go back?
Dreaming of the way it used to be, can you hear me?
Falling in the black, slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths, can I ever go back?
Falling inside the black
Falling inside, falling inside
The black"
From "Falling Inside The Black" by Skillet

*The lyrics fit this chapter so perfectly I couldn't resist adding it*

I tuck my wings in behind me and pull my legs to my chest. I love the sensation of falling. The best way to experience free falling is to become as compact as possible. Less air resistance... More speed... I can hardly see, but from looking out from my window during the day I remember just how far it is to the ground. Three...two...one.... I quickly unfurl my wings so that I stop falling and start to glide. "Whooohooo! YEAH!" I yell into the darkness. I soar around the castle. I fly higher and higher until I can see the entire castle. Doom has such a sweet place. It is an architectural masterpiece. With the high towers and dark stone it kind of reminds me of Hogwarts. The moonlight makes it look luminescent and beautiful. It is clear tonight there is not a cloud in the sky. The air is brisk and cold. I suppose I would be cold if I wasn't doing physical activity. I wonder how high I can fly? I've never pushed myself to the limit before. I pump my wings back and forth. HIGHER HIGHER HIGHER ALMOST THERE HIGHER... I continue to flap my wings. It starts to get colder and harder to breath. The higher up the thinner the oxygen...breathe...breathe... I don't stop trying to go higher until I feel lightheaded and ill. I pull all my appendages close to me and let myself fall. Too fast....this was a bad idea... I try to extend my wings, but they don't move due to the sheer force of the wind. I've got to stop my fall or I will die! I push against the wind with everything I have until I feel the extreme pain as my wings try to stop my fall. It is excruciating as I try to keep them open. If they lay flat I die....gotta be strong.. I grit my teeth and fight the tears that are filling my eyes.  My wings quiver and weaken as I struggle to hold them in place. After what seems like an eternity they stop my freefall and I return to a gentle glide. I feel exhausted. My wings are tingling with pain as a constant reminder of the strain they endured. My body is racked with pain. I moan and try find my balcony. In out in out in out... I focus on the movement of my wings. I am now freezing cold. I circle the castle trying to find my quarters. There it is... I locate my balcony and land on it. I quickly walk inside and slam the door behind me. I fumble around in a cabinet for some Tylenol. After taking the medicine I wait for the pain to subside. I enter my room and stand in front a mirror. I pull my shirt over my head so I can inspect my back. If they hurt this bad....I must have damaged something.... I turn so that I can see my back in the mirror. The first thing I notice is that my wings are bleeding. Hot red blood has been dropping behind me onto the floor. After I shower I will bandage them so that they are protected. Interestingly, the part of my back where the wings are grafted into my skin is unharmed. It always fascinates me how my parents where able to genetically or skeletally alter me...I've never known how they did it. I need paper towels to clean up the blood... I've been in worse scrapes than this...I'm used to pain. As I enter the kitchenette to grab paper towels I notice an unusually large spider dangling from a chair. I stand about a foot and a half away from it. I'm gonna incinerate it... I bring a spark to my finger and direct it at the spider. I send just enough energy to burn it to ash. There is a flash of yellow light and then the spider is nonexistent. Mom used to be able to do that...she called them Wasp stings... I snag the paper towels and dab the blood off the floor. I don't like this weakness...I know Doom offered to rid me of the wings... But I wonder if he could modify them? Make them strong and powerful like he is? How nice it would be to have people fear my every word... I am the "son" of Doom after all....tommorow I'm going to ask him-to fix my wings...I think I'll take him up on his offer to help me...

Hmmm I have a question! Which Next Avenger do you think you are most like?

Personally, I identify with both Francis and James :P

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