The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 14

Wanda's POV

"Cami! Cami! Please answer! Cami!" I had entered her mind as soon as she fell silent. She had to be ok. She had to be.

"Wanda?" A small weak voice came from behind me.

"Cami!" She was ok! I sighed in relief. "How are you doing?"

"Ok I think. It's a little overwhelming. There's so much to process."

"You think you're ready to open your eyes?"

"Yeah. Just give me a second." I nodded and exited. Everyone looked at me.

"She's fine don't worry, she's gonna wake up in a second so just don't overwhelm her." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey."

Unknown POV

"I thought she was dead."

"She was! Or at least she looked like it."

"And I thought you said they couldn't be retrieved."

"I thought they couldn't! I was sure!"

"Well obviously you were wrong. About both things. And you know what the punishment of being wrong is." A shot rang out.
"Now. Find me the girl."

Cami's POV
It was a relief to see everyone. No matter how much they got on my nerves. My head was pounding, but there was nothing I could do about that. I was still a little disoriented from what had happened.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty." Tony said. I chuckled a little.

"How are you feeling?" Nat asked.

"Fine. I just have a headache, I'm tired. You know the usual."

"Yeah well considering you just got all your memories in the span of a minute, that makes sense." Bruce said. I rubbed my head as it pounded. Images rushed through my Brian as I sorted through them. I saw myself shoot someone. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I grabbed it and twisted, someone crying out. I immediately let go.

"Sorry!"

"It's ok." Steve reassured me, clutching his arm. "You do have a good grip though." I smiled slightly. I gripped my head again as it pounded.

"You got any Advil or something?" Bruce handed me a pill and I swallowed it. "Thanks."

"Alright. You should get some rest." Bruce interjected. I nodded and stood up, before immediately stumbling after not walking for a week. I shakily regained my balance and went to my bed, falling onto it with a sigh. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Memories came immediately. I knew this would be the first of many. Flashing through my mind were memories from my childhood. Specifically from when I wasn't taken. Most of them were pleasant, me playing with my mom and dad, getting ice cream, just having an amazing childhood. But then it came to and end. I was taken, blacking out from the needle.

I woke up whimpering. Better than screaming at least. I huddled in my blankets, not wanting to get up, but I knew I should. My stomach rumbled. I sighed and got up, pulling on a sweater.

"Hey kiddo how'd you sleep?" Tony asked.

"It was fine." I grabbed a bag of chips and started to eat them. As I ate, I thought. Running scenarios in my head. Most likely I would get memories almost as nightmares. If I didn't sleep, I wouldn't get them. Today was an exception because they were all pretty good memories. I nodded to myself, I would stay up for as long as I could, keeping off the memories as long as possible. I had been zoning out for so long, the bag of chips was now gone. I shook my head and threw the bag in the trash, getting a glass of milk. (A/N: Yes I drink glasses of milk. I find it absurd that people think that's weird.)

"What were you thinking about over there?" Tony asked.

"Nothing much. Just looking at my memories." He smiled.

"Good to have them back huh?"

"Yeah. There's no blanks anymore." He looked at his watch.

"You probably should leave room for dinner. It's 5." I nodded.

"Do you know where anyone else is?"

"What am I not enough?" He said jokingly. "Probably down in the training room or something." I thanked him and got up, walking down to the training room. I found Nat and Clint sparring. I watched for a little before they noticed me, and Nat pinned Clint. He groaned and slowly got up.

"You're awake. How's it going?" Nat asked.

"Pretty good. No headache anymore."

"Wanna spar?"

"Nat! She just woke up." Clint protested. Probably his dad instincts kicking in. She just shrugged it off.

"She'll be fine."

"Ya I could spar." I took off my sweater and faced Nat.

"3. 2. 1. Start!" Clint counted down. Nat lunged first. I dodged and threw a kick at her. She caught the leg but I slipped her. She recovered quickly and came at me again. This went on for awhile. Then I lunged, catching Nat off guard and pinned her. She struggled, trying to get out, but eventually gave up, tapping out. I let her go and stood up, breathing hard. Clint clapped and I did a mock bow.

"Impressive, seeing as you just got out from a coma." Then Friday interrupted, saying dinner was ready, kinda. I frowned, winding what kinda meant. Nat, Clint and I all went upstairs, only to find smoke, and something on fire. I coughed.

"Ok what happened?" I asked, waving smoke out of my face so I could see who was cooking. Tony. Of course.

"Yeah see, I tried to make dinner. It didn't go that well."

"I can see that." I sighed. "Clean it up, I'll make something." Together all of us, they all came up to get dinner, cleaned up and I shooed everyone out of the kitchen. Except Nat, she could help me. I got out everything I needed and started cooking. About halfway through Peter came, it was the weekend so he came over for dinner.

"You need any help?" I nodded and told him what I needed. He got to work immediately.

"I'm hungry!" Someone whined.

"Yeah I get that, we all are! Shut up or you won't be getting dinner!" I snapped, tired and hungry myself. Pietro immediately went quiet. Peter placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me down. I sighed and got back to work. 10 minutes later dinner was done. I had set the table, set out the food and everyone sat down, ready to eat. Everyone started reaching for food but I stopped them.

"Ah, not yet." They all looked at me like wounded puppies. I rolled my eyes. "I haven't heard a thank you yet." They all grumbled. "Sorry what was that?"

"Thank you!" They all yelled. I chuckled and let them eat.