A Complicated Business

[Marcus Wright]

Marcus’s own human mind was spinning. His impatience got the best of him and he found himself walking away from the first avenger and the so-called happy people. Other parts of him screamed to come back and face Captain America like a real man.

Then again, the Avengers could never accept an ex-criminal in their ranks. It just seemed wrong to drag all the problems of his past into the superhero team. Was his walking away really that bad?

He had to admire the Captain’s sense of resilience going into something that they had never gone into.

However, the man was no soldier like the Good Captain. He was a terminator built by Skynet where there was no second chances. Maybe John Connor was right, he faced himself in a mirror. Could a terminator have a soul?

Last time he checked, he did.

So he took a walk, a long one until he found himself holding his knees. Something strange was happening. The town had mysteriously filled itself with fog and it was blocking both Marcus’s own mechanical and human vision. But he could make out four shapes walking toward the shop, the folks and supposedly Captain America.

Marcus had to blink several times. If these “silhouettes” were indeed enemies. He would have to risk fighting them off himself outside the shop, if Captain America wasn’t around.

But if they were normal, he’d have to take his chances.

Marcus stared into the fog, his hands ready to fight if need be.

“Who are you! Show yourself!”