Y/n is a 15 year old gen z Avenger that joins a group of incredible humans, well some aren't really humans. But besides the aliens she lives with, she has one heck of a life with the avengers.
Pronouns are she/her!
Welcome to the adventures of y/n...
Her palm slams onto her phone as the alarm she set at 2 am last night wakes her up with an unpleasant sound. Actually traumatizing alarm sound she hated it she needs to change that.
"Another day, another cup of coffee"
Y/n said as the clothes levitated out of her closet with a flick of her wrist. A pair of dark green jeans and a short white tank top came flying at her, also a pair of white converse (the fit is at the end) one actually hit her in the hip she needed to control that...
Grabbing a brush, brushing out her long soft (y/c/h) hair looking at the clock in the corner of her apartment she saw that it was 10:35-
"Shit!"
Y/n was going to be late for the 3rd time this week, but girl gotta watch her Harry Potter and edits on tik tok. (Ifykyk😩) Also staying up trying to manifest a better and richer life as she sat in a rusty old apartment with uncontrollable powers she was born with. Given to her my hydra, that place was a shit show, I very vividly remember the details but I still get visions at night or flash backs in my dreams...which lead to nightmares...so.
She grabbed the same old black north face backpack throwing her phone, a protein bar and some other things she had always had on her.
As a 15 year old girl living in her own with uncontrollable powers she was doing pretty good making money herself, not much but not nothing.
Rushing down the apartment complex almost tripping down 5 steps making her way to the lobby. Saying hello to the lady's at the front.
"Laura, Darla!"
She said quickly saluting them running to the front door.
"Late again y/n, I'll have to start banging on your door at dawn to get you up!"
Darla said looking up from her pen and paper she had been writing on.
"Only if u want hell fire in this complex!"
Y/n's last words before slamming the brown door that was on its last thread before jumping off it's hinges.
"Kids I swear..."
Darla said to Laura as they watched the rushed teenager run down the street.
"Tell me about it."
Laura said sighing to Darla.
"You still got little Timmy on your hands"
....
Sprinting down the street in her not so white converse that were on the edge of letting her toes slip through the front. So lost looking at the coffee shop ahead of her that was towered over by the one and only Avengers Tower. Tripping at least 3 people, pushing around 7 people and crossing across the street almost getting hit 2 times I finally made it to 'worlds best coffee'
Y/n pushed open the door running behind the counter throwing her black bag into the closet and grabbing her brown apron the wore 'worlds best coffee' on the top left and neighbors with her name on the right.
"Your late again."
A deeper voice she recognized belonged to her favorite coworker. Hear the sarcasm. I swear to god this bitch, y/n thought.
"Yes Colin, great observation"
She let out a long sigh tying her brown apron around her waist. As her actual favorite coworker walked around the corner holding 4 coffees.
"Y/n, will ya"
"My pleasure Freddie"
She grabbed the tray Turing and handing it to Colin he gave her a 'really thanks' Smile and a iconic Colin eye roll.
"Thanks doll"
Y/n said smiling as she walked to the front to wait for customer's stealing a pieced gum from Fred's back pocket, she was always good with stealing his gum although he did end up finding out it was her and made her buy him more.
As she waited she started to gaze off finding her eyes land on the Avengers tower out the window. She always wondered what it would be like to be an Avenger, she did have the powers but not the right people. Y/n was like a a snowflake in a snowstorm that had no idea who she even was-
Y/n was snapped out of her gaze to find a huge group of people...wait...those are not just people those are the.....avengers? Why were the Avengers at a small coffee shop dressed in black as if they weren't going to be noticed. There the damn avengers. DAMN ASSASSINS. And act like this is a fucking movie.
The group got seated at a table and one of them had gotten up to order for the group. She sat there keeping her cool but curious, they looked like idiots wearing black. They aren't looking like any hero's, they look like they just robbed a bank.
"Hey prinsessa "
A boy around my age looked at me he was tall around 6'0, sharp jawline, silver hair with brown roots tucked under his black hoodie, must be Pietro Maximoff.
"Hello handsome, what can I get for you and your little team"
Y/n said twirling her pen over at the group and turned back smiling at him.
"Well I was wonder if an order of coffees and perhaps your number?"
The silver haired boy said slathered in a thick Sokovia accent looking me up and down.
"Well the coffees are a yes, the number is a maybe, the disguises a no, maybe next time Maximoff"
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