Ava's P.O.V.
I wake up with a yawn and stretch. I can hear my mother screaming at me to get up, so, with great effort, I pull myself out of bed. Throwing on a pair of black jeans with tears in them, a black shirt, black hoodie and to finish it all off, black combat boots, I struggle to find my hairbrush in the mess that is my room, but when I finally find one the real struggle is taming my hair. After brushing my long copper hair into a ponytail I touch my necklace, which I have to hide so mom doesn't kill me. I grab a vodka and give it to my mother.
"Thanks," she slurs, followed with the order of, "Food, now." I get some food out of the fridge and hand it to her. She inhales her food and I shudder, turning away from her to go to the fridge. "DID YOU JUST IGNORE ME!" My mom screams at me.
"No Mom! I was just checking the fridge, we need to get food." I mumble, my hands above me face, awaiting the blows that I know are coming.
"DID YOU JUST BACKCHAT ME!" She screeches, punching me in the face, stomach and arms. "GO GET SOME FOOD YOU UGLY, FAT, SELFISH BASTARD!"
I dart out of the apartment as soon as she yells that, my money and keys in tow. Dashing down an unfamiliar alleyway, I run into a tall, blonde haired, blued eyed, someone. I decided that I was gonna call him Steve. I fall to the ground, landing on my hand with a gasp.
"Miss? Oh my goodness, are you okay? I am so sorry!" 'Steve' looks at me as I get up with a smile adorning my face.
"What happened to your face?" I spin around, surprised I didn't get whiplash, and see a small group of people that I assume are with the man I ran into. I bring my hand up to my touch my face gingerly, noticing a bruise must have already formed. Shit. A small man with dark, curly brown hair, brown eyes and a purple shirt looks at it.
"Punch." He mumbles.
"What?" A man with light brown hair and brown eyes asks.
"She was punched, umm..." He looks at me awkwardly "Were you?"
I nod. Wow, he was good. Must be a doctor.

"Was it you Boyfriend?" Steve asks

I smile at him, surprised at how much these strangers seem to care. They sound like good people. "I'm okay, I just finished my judo training and got a punch to the eye, that's all" The woman who is with them laughs.

"C'mon boys, we have to get to work!" She laughs and we go our separate ways. I rush to the shops, grab food and go through self-serve. I pay for all of the food and sprint out. When I get home I unlock the door and step inside carefully.

"Mom?" I ask nervously and receive no answer. I exhale grateful that she's asleep. I walk in and put the food on the table, going to turn on the kitchen light, wondering when she turned this off. 3 paces away from the switch and I hear someone say, "Hail Hydra." Defiantly my Mom mumbling in her sleep.

What in the world is a hydra? And why is she hailing it?