SAFETY PIN

Chapter-1: The accident

   "To have felt too much is to end in feeling nothing"

-Dorothy Thompson

3 years earlier:

AMARA'S POV:

When you're 12 years old, you normally don't think that you're a danger to your parents, or that your powers are different. You bask in the uniqueness of having them, seeing them as wonderful, and not scary. 

We were having breakfast one day when Vihaan spilt some water on the table. I didn't know that would be a deciding factor in the trajectory of my life, but sadly, it was.

"Oh, crap!" He muttered.  "We're supposed to leave for the beach in, like, 2 minutes!" 
"Hey, it's fine." I moved my fingers, and the water formed a blob around my index, pushing it back into the glass.
"See? All done."

Vi was giggling softly, staring at the glass of water.

"A word, Amara." My father said. I softly gasped.
I wasn't supposed to use my magic.
I gave a small smile to Vihaan, who was blissfully unaware of what was happening and left the room.

He was only 9.

I went into the next room, nervous, my head lowered. My father then closed the door.
"What have I told you?" He said in a dangerously soft voice. I felt a shiver run through my spine, and I wondered if he would hit me.
His daughter.
 His daughter whom he hated for inheriting his wife's dark skin, brown eyes, and loud personality. He wouldn't, right? 
"To not use magic in the house other than my room," I raised my head, jutting out my chin, and replied confidently, trying not to waver my voice.

Hopefully, I thought, if I was confident enough, then he'd leave me alone.

"Correct." He said.
"If I see you using your powers one more time, then I'll send you back to HYDRA," he growled as if the evilest demon had overtaken his personality.
"Sorry, papa. I promise it won't happen again."
"You better, or you know exactly what they'll do."

I tried to forget about it, so I went to the bathroom in my room, splashed some water on my face, and went down. I picked up my beach bag, and put my iPod in my pocket. I sat in the car, plugged my headphones in, and let the music swallow me. I was going to go to the beach, and I would have a good time. I would definitely have a good time. The water would whisper to me, and I'd make it swim around my fingertips, majestic colours unknown to people showing in the reflections. My happy place. With colours.

I was determined to have a good time.

Except a black vehicle moved next to us. I should've known better. I was trained for this. It had black tinted mirrors, and I saw two men sitting in the car. It suddenly swerved to the right, hitting the side of the car. My mother screamed in agony.

 "Vi!" Using my powers, I formed a bubble around us, the water engulfing us.
 The car crashed into ours, a resounding ringing sound in my ears as everything went dark.

I woke up and saw red lights flashing. I tried sitting up, but the seatbelt was stuck.

"Vi, Vi, wake up!" I shook him.
I found a knife from our picnic basket and started cutting the seatbelt. I quickly did it for my brother and I, stirring awake and saw police around us. I yelled for help, banging the glass of the window.

Would I survive? Would I die? Why is there a part of me that would be okay with it?

 Their attention finally went to my brother and I. A lady came and carried me, and I saw my dad's body wasn't there. Instead, there was ash and blood as his remains. "Did he survive?" I asked the woman, but she ignored me, putting me on a stretcher, plunging a needle into my wrist.

When I woke up, there was an IV line and I was hooked up to a monitor. I then remembered what happened, and started thrashing around. I visibly calmed down, when I saw Vihaan next to me. A nurse came in. 

"Where's Mama?" I asked her.
She took a deep breath, and held my hand. I pushed it away, and tried standing up.
"Where is my mother?!" I screamed.
"Look, Amara, there's no easy way of doing this. She and your father passed away." The nurse said, her head bowed down, her eyes full of sadness and pity. 
"What?" Vihaan was awake, and he heard it. All of it.
His eyes filled with tears.
"Are you serious? We're orphans?" He muttered.

"Mama and Papa are gone. It's just you and me left." I whispered.
As Vihaan sobbed, I sat up in my bed, dazed. I stood up, needle in my arm, and hugged him tightly, as he sobbed into my chest, blood oozing from my bandages.

 What had happened so quickly, and what if I had used my powers more? I felt an insurmountable amount of guilt I'd never experienced.

After the funeral a few days after the accident, a man walked up to us. 

"Hello, I'm Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist and Iron Man." He said haughtily. Does he have any idea what happened?! How dense did someone have to be with a 12 and 9-year-old? 

 "We know who you are," I replied icily, grabbing my brother's hand, and pulling him away. "Listen, kid. Well, I was a childhood friend of your mom, and thus, your godfather. So, you have to come and live with me." He replied. 

"No," I said crudely, walking away.

 "Look, it's either the 'Stark Tower..woooow.' or, a dingy orphanage at the end of an alley." He said, doing jazz hands.

"C'mon Ama, that'll be amazing!" Vihaan exclaimed, hitting my shoulder and looking at me pointedly.  "He's Captain America!"

"Uh, actually, kid, I'm Iron Man-"

He had a point.

"If anything happens, we'll escape." He signed.

"Kid, is that ASL?"

"Deal." I signed back. And that was the happiest I saw him in the past week.

Hey guys! Author here! Welcome to my story! It basically takes place before the Civil War and a bit during(not part of the story). Please tell me if there are any plot holes, and feel free to leave any comments you want :). It really makes my day <33