Team

I woke up God knows where and surrounded by blinding lights. Did I mention I was on a hospital bed with almost no clothes on? Just wearing pants. They even took my glasses off. Who were these people? What were they going to do with me? Was this some kind of black market? Were they going to sell my internal organs? However, I wasn't really tied to anything or with a mask of oxygen. I was just really blinded by the lights, I could barely see. I decided to stand up, which wasn't a really good idea, I was kind of dizzy. I had to sit down and then I realised I wasn't alone.
      —Who are you? And why am I almost naked? —I asked.
      —He's awake —said a feminine voice, I couldn't really see whoever was there anyway because of the light.
      Then they turned off the light and being dazed and confused started to feel horrible. I almost started to have a panic attack. I was losing air so I tried to calm down, getting myself asphyxiated wasn't the best way to survive. I didn't have my inhaler with me, it was in my trousers pockets.
      —Answer me! What did you do to me?! Where am I?! What the hell is going on?!
      —Calm down, we don't mean to hurt you —said the girl, she was of average height and had really long red and curly hair.
      —Oh, yeah, I'll calm down —she nodded and sit down on a chair that was beside the bed—. Would you be calm if you were kidnapped and woke up naked in a hospital bed?! Are you mad?!
      She stood up so fast I didn't realise at first that she put a knife against my throat.
      —Alright! I'll stay calm, I promise —I said so nervously my voice cracked—. Can I have my clothes back, please?
      Someone threw my clothes at me and she got away from me. And my kidnappers appeared.
      —Can I at least have some answers? —I asked as carefully as possible while I put my trousers on.
      —First of all, we didn't do anything to you. You were almost naked because we were just making sure that you didn't have any diseases. And we were checking if you were in good shape —said the black haired girl from before.
      —¿Do I have any diseases then? —I asked fully dressed.
      —No, nothing too dangerous at least. You have asthma, but I see you have it under control, you haven't had an attack since you were ten —said the redhead—. You as well aren't in a good physical condition.
      —Tell me something I don't know. For example... ¿Why did you kidnap me?
      —You have powers, mate —said the guy from before. I laughed. I didn't know if he was taking the piss but this was not the right time to do it.
      —¿Can you guys at least tell me the truth? If you don't mean to harm me, then explain yourselves. If you were bad people I'd be tied down so I'm assuming you are not.
      —He is not lying, you do have some abilities that other people don't have. Uncommon abilities —said a brunette woman that walked in the room wearing a white, executive looking, attire. She seemed to be in her thirties—. Hello, I am Gwen Johnson —she offered me her hand to shake it.
      —Aaron Smallwood —we shook hands—, but I think you already know that.
      —Yes, I do. Now, we've bought you here because we are training people like you. For what? You may ask. So that you are able to control your power and well... so that you don't fall in the wrong hands.
      —What do you mean the "wrong hands"?
      —The hands that turn you into assassins.
      —I can barely even play football properly and you're telling me that someone would have me as a professional killer.
      —Just as we can train you, they can train you too. Now, calm down. Would you like a cup of tea?
      —Yes, please.
      Some other people approached with a table and a tea set.
      —Thank you —said Mrs. Johnson and the people who bought the things left.
      —So... should I call you Mrs. or...?
      —Oh, no. Call me Gwen, please.
      —Gwen... where are we?
      —Don't worry, we're still in London.
      —Oh thank God! —that went with a sigh of relief that made me embarrassed of myself. But I was allowed to feel relief to still be in London, if they kidnapped you and you woke up in some strange room wouldn't you be happy to still be in your city and not miles way from your home.
      —Now, you will tell your mother that you will do some extra lessons that the university asks you to take. You'll come three times a week, you can choose the days that suit you best, according to the activities you have in the evenings. We'll pick you up in the park at 4:00 this week and when you get into campus we'll pick you on the main entrance . Understood?
      —Yes.
      —Very well.
      —Is my brother aware of this already? —I asked, he never mentioned anything about it.
      —No, your brother doesn't have special abilities, they don't generally come with genetics, usually there's something wrong with the functioning of your body and instead of expressing it as an illness, your body did it differently and gave you a skill.
      —And what skill is this? You haven't told me yet.
      —According to your record —she said as she grabbed some folder she had beside her, opened it and started to read—. You have a high resistance against being physically hurt in general, a perfect aim, strenght, you heal faster than normal people and endurance. You have to enchance them though, the only one you have perfected is your aim.
      —My mum got me into an archery class when I was about six.
      —That class is the reason you appear in our records today. A six year old couldn't have such aim, it was ridiculous.
      —I've been into Hawkeye comic books ever since.
      —Why not Arrow? —said the one who called me mate before.
      —Marvel over DC anytime, mate —I said in an angry tone, we both laughed—. I'm joking, I like Batman too. Well, I was six and Hawkeye was funny so I stuck with him.
      The rest of the evening went nicely. Will and Rose (the black haired girl), were glad I joined the "team" as they called it. But the other girl, Victoria, she sure wasn't glad having me there. I'm easy, I don't need some girl's seal of approval to join the "team".
      When I got home I told my mum about the "special activities" I'd be doing. She said she was "glad I would be doing something useful this summer".