AN: Please note that this story doesn't fit in an particular place in either the Maximum Ride or Avengers universes.
Max POV
It wasn't until I'd eaten three entire meat-lovers pizzas that I even thought about breeching the topic of my past. Of course that is quite a hard thing to do when you have a room full of people all concentrated on you; their thoughts can get to be rather annoying. We had made it to New York City much faster than I had anticipated, but I greatly appreciate the fact I'm no long contained inside a giant, flying deathtrap. We – the Avengers, Fury, and I – were all currently sitting in the admittedly comfortable living room of Avengers Tower. I figure I can't put it off any longer looking up, "the long version or the short version," I ask staring directly into the eye of Director EP (Eye Patch).
"The short version would probably do just fine; if you would allow us to freely ask questions?"
Going over the Captain's proposition, I find it doable; it will keep me from having to go into too much detail on the painful events of my increasingly depressing thoughts. "I suppose that'll work, but I can't promise to answer all of your questions. That okay with you?" I look to the very obvious leader of the group,
"We'll see."
I can't argue with the soldier's logic, it also seems he has more backbone than I originally thought. I take a deep breath, "okay so here's my life story start to finish: I am a genetic experiment. I was a test tube baby, I was raised in a dog crate from as far back as I can remember up to age twelve; along with my family. My entire life has been dedicated to fighting for my life and for those of my loved ones. I am 98% human and 2% bird." I pause and glance around at the increasingly hilarious faces, "any questions?"
Tony POV
Uh, what? "Well shit! That is some story sweet cheeks, but how are you gonna prove it." That seems to piss her off pretty bad, oh well I'm used to that by now. I wonder what she's gonna do about it…
"You don't believe me?"
"Well, no. Come on, honestly why would I?"
Max POV
"What the hell! I kicked your ass, I called out an assassin, you're sitting right next to a demigod, and directly across from a super soldier . . . from the twenty's!"
Hey Voice! Do must show the unappreciative imbeciles my wings?
'Maximum, I told you this once before.'
"You know what? I'll prove it alright! Do you have a window?" I ask as I look to Dumbass.
He glances around, "Uh, obviously."
"I meant one that opens! And actually, better yet, do you have a balcony?"
"I have a roof?"
"Lead the way," I say standing up.
**********************************Time Jump**********************************
After an extremely awkward elevator ride – I'm taking the stairs next time – we were finally on the roof. "Damn Stark! You've got one gorgeous roof! But glass railing? What if someone was to fall off?" I say as I slowly, but surely, back my way to the edge. Thor and Stark look mildly confused at my words and actions, the assassins both tense up as if they know what I'm about to do, Banner seems to be living inside his head, while Fury and the Captain seem indifferent. With two more steps, my back is flush against thin glass wall that was masquerading as a railing. I connect eyes with Dumbass one last time with a challenging glare, "you wanted proof?" And with that I flipped myself backwards off the roof.
Natasha POV
We all stood in shock for a moment at what had just happened – I mean shit! How were we to know she'd jump off the roof – then as if on cue we all rushed to the edge. Looking down, expecting to see a grotesque scene on the street below, we were met with an entirely different picture. There's nothing there! "Where is she?!" I nearly screamed – me! I nearly screamed! – before dropping back into my impassive façade.
Max POV
It was quite amusing to witness their reactions, a bit sadistic of me, I admit; But they're superheroes for god's sake!
'Max…'
Voice…
'Stay focused,' the Voice said as a way of chastising me.
Fine.
"Did I overdue it?" I asked, waiting for them to turn around and see me, wings fully extended flying about fifteen feet above the roof looking every bit like an avenging angel with my back to the sun. I may have developed a flare for the dramatic after everything that's happened…
Tony POV
"What the hell?!" I scream! "Where the hell did you get wings?!" I can't believe she was telling the truth! Splicing human DNA is still only a theory, and any attempt to do so is highly illegal! What kind of maniac would do this to a child?!
Steve POV
I'm too stunned to see her alive and flying to say anything at first. Now I'm simply lost in staring at her, blown away by her beaut– wait, what? No. I can't think things like that. I'm almost 80 years older than her!
Fury POV
Hmm…this girl could prove to be extremely useful. We should consider the possibility of her joining SHIELD. I don't know whether or not she would qualify, and not knowing anything about her or her past is a serious issue – a potentially dangerous one. The possibilities, though…
Max POV
Hearing the Directors thoughts infuriates me, and I am barely able to contain my rage at his wanting to use me to SHIELD's benefit! Then the Voice has to chime in too, 'Maximum, you need to work with them. Trust them even, to an extent.' Well, whoop-de-doo! What the hell is that supposed to mean? To an extent? Thanks so much for all the help!
Truth be told, the Voice did succeed in calming me down enough to think clearly. I suppose it'd be rather stupid of me to think that the head of a global organization wouldn't want to utilize such an amazing possible asset – and I am amazing if I do say so myself…
At this moment I realize I'm still flying above the Tower incredibly exposed, glancing down at the streets I'm relieve to see that none of the civilians below had noticed me. I quickly lower myself back onto the roof and brace myself for the inevitable assault of questions.
AN: I hope this is okay? I know it's short, but I've been sitting on this chapter and wrote the last bit just this evening. I'm really not sure where to go from here. I need just one good suggestion. Positive feedback, negative feedback, anything. I know I hate it when authors say that they won't post until they receive so many reviews, but I don't even know whether I'm going to post again. I'm really struggling. Help?