Every since I can remember, I’ve had these powers. An accident, sure. But it’s just… part of me now. + 

I was abandoned as a kid, left on the streets. Probably four years old. I tried to find someone, *anyone*. But I was deserted. I finally stumbled across an abandoned car—a wreck, really. It was raining, so I crawled inside, hoping to wait it out. Apparently, the car was the only metal around for miles. + 

All the parts fused together and hit me while I slept, but I didn’t die. I just… got stuck. Couldn’t move. The next morning, I woke up with my hands sparkling. I scrambled out of the car and just… kept walking, trying to find a city, *something*. + 

I remember it like yesterday. I found a forest, stumbling through when I came across a bear. I had no idea how to survive, so I ran. Dumb. It chased me. I tripped over a branch and braced myself with my hands. That’s when I looked up, and something formed around me—a white-blue glow. The bear couldn’t get through. + 

I figured out I was special, but I had this gut feeling, this urge to not show anyone, not to use it unless I *had* to. I played with my powers, practiced, mastered them while still living on the streets, eating scraps of food. I found a tiny town, and started going through dumpsters. + 

This is my story, of when I was recruited by the Avengers, and met *him*. + 