. . .December 25th . . .

. . .2011. . .

I had a ice bag pressed against my eye. It had been months since I came into this shattered world. I had a black eye due to interfering in a mugging about to go wrong with a young woman. Punched at the eye isn't my best suit. The library was closed due to it being Christmas up until next year January 10th. By then my eye would be healed, hopefully. I hadn't bothered to check my crappy Christmas tree that was small and rather cozy like. It practically screamed me. I just had a star and one dangling decoration a weak tree branch. I had ribbons all over the place.

The landlord had said it was required that I decorated my flat.

The birth of Jesus was in Easter not Christmas day.

Knock, knock,knock.

"I am not expecting any visitors," I muttered, getting up. "Someone found me."

I carefully made it to the door then came to a pause.

I looked through the knothole to see there being a package on the floor.

"A . . . package?" I said, puzzled stepping back.

I opened the door.

"How peculiar." I said.

I opened the door, picked up the wrapped box, and shut the door. I went over to the couch with one hand pressing the ice bag against my eye. The cold didn't really bother me these days. I put the ice bag down on the seat beside me then tore the box open taking off the wrapping. I ripped open the flat sides, tossed the white fluffy stuff over my shoulder, and dug until my hands came across a small box. All that white stuff for a small box? I paused contemplating how they could have sent a smaller package. There was a envelope on top. I take the box out then unstuck the envelope. I ripped open the envelope to get the letter out. It was quite interesting.

It was one word.

'Finn.'

I turned the letter over.

'Oh and please use this wisely, I accidentally infected Pepper with it and Stark is getting suspicious. . .Well, at least she is going to be the carrier of a Anti-Borg treatment.'

I dropped the letter.

"Oh no, he didn't." I said.

Since my DNA is very similar to that of a human . . . What was on Bruce's mind when he accidentally infected her with a Anti-Borg sequence?

I opened the smaller box to see a needle that had black flowing fluid contents inside.

"Black . . . Blackness," I said, picking up the needle. I looked at the contents with a smile. "No wonder it was an accident. She must have mistook it for coffee."

I injected the needle into my forearm.

I had a shaky breath as the contents entered my bloodstream.