Memories

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Time froze as I heard the words, my body coming to a freezing halt after being poured a bucket of cold water. I shake the negative thoughts out of my head and try again.

"M-mom...c-come on, its me your son.Robb." I said, fear lacing itself onto my voice.

My mother looked very confused and blocked the door way with her body quietly. "I'm sorry young man, but my son died a long time ago."

"HONEY! WHO IS IT!?" A male voice shouted from inside the house. Hearing heavy foot steps the familiar face of my father comes into view.

"This young man is claiming to be my son." My mother recounted.

My father raised an eyebrow at my accusation, then frowned towards me. "Get out of here kid. We don't need these stupid pranks." He shooed me away.

"Dad! Wait!" I pleaded, "Its really me, Robert! BOBBY! MOM please I'm your little BOBBY!" Tears welled up in my eyes as my voice broke a little.

"My wife already told you our son DIED!" He shouted assertively, "We don't need your disgusting pranks! Now leave before I call the cops!"

My father dragged my mother back in the house and slammed the door in front of my face.

I stood on the porch shocked, I could hear my heart breaking as I wanted to wail in sadness. But I didn't. Tears silently streamed down my face as I turned around and walked away.

I kept walking and walking. Walking away the traumatic pain that just occurred. I arrived at New York city just as the darkness overcame the bright city. Finding an abandoned alley I put my hands on the wall and took deep breaths.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed. Punching the brick wall with my bare hands, breaking skin and drawing blood. After screaming and pounding the wall for 5 minutes I back up and sit down against a bloody wall. Taking deep breaths to control my emotions.

As I was trying to control my racing heart, shadows appeared and covered the light poking into the alley. Opening my eyes I see that I am surrounded by 3 thugs.

"Ay homie, you got any cash on you?" One of them asked.

I ignored them and closed my eyes again.

His friend backed him up, "Ay! My boy asked you a question!" He shouted at me. "You deaf or somethin'?"

"F*ck off." I responded my eyes still closed.

All three thugs looked surprised at my word choice and then started to be aggressive. "F*ck off?! Imma F*CK my foot up in you ass." Thug #1 threatened.

"Yo homie let me tell you somethin'." Thug#3 crouched down to my level. "We own these streets so pay up, or else."

"Leave." I warned them again, "Or Die."

Thug #3 scoffed and started laughing along with his two friends. "Hahahah this n*gga said 'Leave or Die'...hahahaha." They all thought it was hilarious and laughed annoyingly.

"Final warning." I growled out.

"B*tch please." Thug #2 took out a pistol and aimed it at me. "You got about 5 seconds to give us your money, or imma pop one off!"

Just as he was about to count down from 5, my eyes flew open revealing crimson red eyes that immobilized the thugs.

"Die." An icy whisper floated through the air as 3 Ice Spikes sprouted out beside me impaling the three thugs in the stomach and onto the other side of the alley wall.

"P-p-please....s-stop....hel-lp." Thug #1 croaked out.

I said nothing as I stared at him with my blood red eyes, watching him bleed out amongst his friends. I stood up and put my hood on, calmly walking away from the crime scene. Moments later, I heard screaming but I was already too far away to be a suspect.

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Next day at SHIELD....

Agent Coulson hurriedly walked to the Director's Office. Arriving at the door, he didn't even pause to knock and walked right in.

"Sir there was been a situation." Agent Coulson said urgently placing a New York Times newspaper, a picture of 3 bodies impaled in ice spikes blurred with headlines saying 'Iceman?! Villain or Hero?!' in front of Nick Fury.

"I know." Fury said rubbing his temples. "Bring him in, now."

"Yes sir." Agent Coulson nodded and quickly went to work on trying to locate Robert.

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Meanwhile...

Laying on the soft grass in an empty corner of Central Park, was me sprawled out catching some sun, eyes closed with a thoughtful expression on my face.

The trauma that my mind experienced in a single day brought up memories that were locked up and forgotten.

The memory of me beating Magneto with Storm, the memory of my parents accepting my powers, and the memory of Xavier apologizing before I blacked out.

'Xavier...', The current trauma and sadness all led to one person. I wanted to stomp my way back to the mansion, and choke out the bald cripple. But after remembering his brainwashing I had to figure out a way to stop his mind from entering mine.

I thought about Magneto's helmet thinking maybe I could borrow it, but I don't want to deal with his superior ego. I thought about making my own helmet, but I have no idea what metal he used. Nor am I smart enough to make something technological to block out telepathy waves, 'If only Iceman was a genius.'

'...Iceman' My eyes flew open as my clone's words echoed in my head, 'They can't control ice.' I thanked my evil clone for the amazing idea. Quickly sitting up I tried to think how I could transform my whole body into Organic Ice, or just my brain.

*Boink*

I flinched as a hard object struck my head, knocking me out of my thoughts. Grabbing my head in pain I look up to see a beautiful woman, who looked to be about 18-19 years old, running over to see if I was alright.

"Oh my gosh I am so sorry. Are you ok?" Her blue eyes frantically scanning me to see if I was hurt.

"Yeah, I'm good." I replied.

"Johnny!" The woman shouted, "Come apologize to him." Her 13 year old brother came running over, repeatedly saying sorry.

"Its alright, really I'm fine." I flashed a disarming smile and gave them their ball back.

"Again, I'm really sorry." She apologized again.

"Don't worry about it...." Pausing not getting their names.

"Oh! My name is Sue and this is my little brother Johnny." Sue said introducing themselves.

'Sue? Johnny? Fantastic Four?' I mentally asked myself. "Robert Drake." I introduced shaking her hand.

"So Robert, what brings you out here all alone?" She asked curiously.

"Hmm? Oh I was just recovering from the shock of finding my parents were alive and brainwashed by a bald guy. Then thinking about how to kill the bald guy." I accidentally answered truthfully with a blank expression.

Susan Storm backed away, dragging her brother behind her, "I-I see, well have a good day sir." She quickly ran away with her brother. Faintly I could hear Johnny asking if I was crazy.

"Well she wanted to know..." Shrugging my shoulders at their reaction. Turning around I come face to face with a man in a suit.

"GAHHHH!" I jumped not realizing he was even here at all.

"Mr. Drake, my name is Agent Coulson form the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division." He introduced himself with a blank expression.

"What the hell are you a ninja?!" I asked rhetorically.

"We need you to come with us." He replied.

"I'm sorry but I am very busy. Another time?" I straightened myself out and walked past rejecting his invitation.

A group of guys wearing suits and sunglasses soon surrounded me, blocking my way.

"I must apologize Mr. Drake, but we are authorized to bring you with or without force." Agent Coulson flashed a disarming smile.

"Whatever. Take me to your leader Coulson." I gave up, not wanting to fight in public, plus I did kill people so they have the right to bring me in.