At the age of 12, Tabitha Stark where she was soon found and placed into a origination know as the Red Room.
Where she meets her best friends Natasha Romanoff and Jean Maximoff
When they are finally set free?
What happens when some of her past catc...
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Clint, Nat and I are all stood in the shadows, overlooking as Steve, Tony and Thor all land on the catwalk with Ultron and The Twins in the other side.
"It's a thing with me. Stark is, he's a sickness!" We heard Ultron exclaim.
"Ahh, Junior." Tony lands in his suit, with Thor and Steve either side. "You're gonna break your old man's heart."
"If I have to." Ultron said.
"We don't have to break anything." Thor warned.
"Clearly you've never made an omelet." He remarked back.
"He beat me by one second." Tony muttered
"Ah, this is funny, Mr. Stark." One of the twins, Pietro cut in. "It's what, comfortable? Like old times?"
"This was never my life." He said to the boy.
Steve looked into the direction of the twins when he spoke. "You two can still walk away from this."
"Oh, we will." Wanda glared.
"I know you've suffered." He went on but Ultron began to speak, losing his patience.
"Uuughh! Captain America. God's righteous man, pretending you could live without a war. I can't physically throw up in my mouth, but..." He trailed off.
"If you believe in peace, then let us keep it." Thor spoke.
"I think you're confusing peace with quiet."
"Yuh-huh. What's the Vibranium for?" Tony demanded.
"I'm glad you asked that, because I wanted to take this time to explain my evil plan--" He stopped for a second, until he used a magnet to bring Tony suit towards him.
That was our cue to come out, I used my telekinesis to fly down to where the fight was and began to throw daggers then wrapping black mist around them to rip the bots in half.
We continued fighting and half way through me and Nat were fighting back to back, her firing at any advancing bots and me tearing them apart.
"Guys is this a code green?" Bruce's voice rang over the coms, but before I could reply red mist clouded my vision once again and the room began to fade.
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I descended down the stairs to hear the music of 'The Black Swan' playing. I look around and began to realize that I'm back in the red room and spot the girls dancing.
"You'll break them." I spoke next to Madame B.
"Only the breakable one." She told me. "You and Natasha are made of marble. We'll celebrate after that child is gone and the graduation ceremony."
"What if either of us fail." I asked and watch my younger self shoot the target spot on, and change hand.
"Neither of you will fail. The ceremony is necessary for you to take your place in the world." She said.
"I have no place in the world." I say, as the layout changed to see me lifting up dagger with black mist surrounding them and aiming the all in the heads of targets.
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"Natasha, I could really use a lullaby." Tony spoke over coms.
"Well, that's not gonna happen. Not for a while. The whole team is down, you got no back up here." Clint replied looking at his two bestfriends, who were trapped in a nightmare. He lifted them to the jet and to see the rest of the team all around.
They had all woken up from their vision state, the only one who hadn't was Tabitha, as Nat head her head in her own lap and everyone watched the young Stark with worry.
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The scene all around changed. Nat and Jean were stood in the corner of the room, while me and Madame B stood in front of a babies crib, when I looked down I saw that it was Sofia.
A gun was pressed the back of my head and when I looked in the corner of my eye I could see the shine of metal from the arm. I knew who this was, Sofia's farther but not in the right mind.
"You know what to do." Madam B spoke, handing me my Graduation dagger. "She has no place in the world. Just like you."
I nod and slowly raise my dagger to my daughters heart. I paused not wanting to do it. I lowered my dagger.
"I can't." I whispered, but no tears fell.
"Very well." Madame B nodded and moved me out of the way. "Солдат." (Soldier) We all looked over to the The Winter Soldier who still had his gun raised and an emotionless look on his face. "Убить ребенка." (Kill the child) He removed the gun from my head and walked forward taking the dagger from my hand and threw it, hitting her right in the heart. I fell to my knees releasing black mist before I past out and woke up being strapped to a chair and pushed out of the room, me knowing exactly what was happening, I still fought my way through.
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I gasped awake and immediately felt someone run their fingers through my hair making me relax. I looked up to see Nat and gave her a weak smile, the pain still showed in my eyes and she knew the look that I was holding and gently squeezed my hand.
"I saw her." I gasped out. "I saw Madame B and it was that day." I saw her wince at the name but she still tried to get me to calm down.
"I know. I saw her as well." We just sat their together, trying to comfort on another.
My hand moved to my stomach and began to run circle around my scar. I looked up for a moment and spotted Clint look in my directing with worried eyes. I nod knowing what we had to do and he got back to piloting the jet while Tony began to speak.
"The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is. There's been no official call for Banner's arrest, but it's in the air." Maria spoke.
"Stark Relief Foundation?" Tony quizzed.
"Already on the scene. How's the team?" She asked.
"Everyone's..." He looked around to see everyone in the same situation but his eye lastly landed on my actions. "We took a hit. We'll shake it off."
"Well for now I'd stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here." She informed him.
"So, run and hide?" He scoffed.
"Until we can find Ultron, I don't have a lot else to offer."
"Neither do we." He ended the call and walked over to Clint who was piloting the jet. "Hey, you wanna switch out?"
"No, I'm good. If you wanna get some kip, now's a good time, cause we're still a few hours out." Clint spoke up, not taking his eyes off the view.
"A few hours from where?" Tony asked.
"A safe house." A safe house was all he said and Tony walked over to me and informed Nat to get some rest.
When Nat left he sat in her spot and lifted my head so it was resting on his lap and copied Nat's actions by running his hand in my hair while he focused on my hand movement around my stomach. The question that kept running trough his mind was. 'Why does she keep doing that?'
