Olivia: The Green Witch

Farmhouse

The car ride was much longer than Olivia could have ever anticipated. So much so that she had drifted off to sleep. She had been asleep for close to two hours now, so it was much needed rest.

"So Olivia . . ." Clint began speaking. It was loud enough that it jolted Olivia awake. She rubbed her eyes with a yawn. "Where did you come from? You got here so quick it was like you appeared out of the sky."

"Well, I actually did come out of the sky. But before that Sokovia" she said, looking back out the window, only the view was now different. No more buildings, just fields.

"How did you get here all the way from Sokovia?" Natasha asked, spinning around the in the passenger seat so she was able to look at Olivia.

"I flew. It was a pretty hard journey, but I needed to get away" Olivia sighed, picking at the skin around her fingers.

"Away from what?" Natasha asked.

"I was born into a witch coven. All my life I learned to use my magic for evil, but I knew deep down inside that that wasn't who I was. So I left" she said. "Speaking of leaving, where are we going?" She asked, quickly changing the conversation.

"The Farmhouse. Aka my house that Natasha stays at on occasion" Clint spoke. "And actually we're here." He pulled the car into a gravel driveway, parking.

The three of them got out, stretching their legs. "Let's head inside. I'll introduce you to my family" Clint said, waving for her to follow.

"Honey, I'm home" Clint spoke as the three entered the large home. "And I brought Nat and friend."

A brunette women rounded the corner with a warm smile on her face. She hugged and kissed her husband, then hugged Natasha. "Who's this" she said, smiling at Olivia.

"This is our newest avenger, Olivia" Natasha said with a smile.

"You sure are young to be an avenger, but you must be pretty good. It's great to meet you, my name is Laura" she said. "The kids are at the neighbors right now, but I'm sure they will be very excited to meet you. Maybe you guys can be friends!"

Olivia nodded, just taking everything in. This house was a little more modern than her community back in Sokovia, but it was more familiar to her than the city. She smiled lightly as she looked around.

"Clint, if you wouldn't mind starting dinner, I'll get Olivia and Nat settled" Laura said. Clint nodded without hesitation and carried on into the kitchen. "Follow me."

"Now I know you've been here and stayed with us plenty of times Nat, so you know the ropes. We do only have the one guest room though, so do the two of you mind rooming together?" Laura said, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

"I don't mind, do you?" Natasha said, looking down at Olivia.

"No, I don't mind" she said, making it to the top of the steps.

"Alright, this is your guys room, down the hall and to the left" Laura said leading the way into the large bedroom. "Do you still have clothes here Nat?"

"Yes I do. Right in this dresser I like to call my own" she stated, leaning against a dark brown dresser.

"Do you have any other clothes with you, Olivia?" Laura asked.

"No. What I'm wearing is all I have" she sighed, crossing one of her arms to hold the other.

"My kids are both younger than you, so you won't fit into their clothes, but lucky for you, my mom saved all of my clothes from when I was a kid to give to my children." Laura walked over to the closet located in the room and opened the door, revealing 3 large tubs filled with clothes.

"Feel free to rummage through these and find something you like. I'll let you guys be" Laura smiled. She left the room, shutting the door behind her.

"I have never seen a house this big before" Olivia said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's very cool." Using a ray of green powers, she pulled the top box from the stack over to her.

Natasha watched. "So your powers . . . Were you born with them, or did the witches teach you how to have them?"

"Born with them. We all are" Olivia said, opening the box.

"We all?" Natasha asked, opening her dresser to find a more comfortable outfit to lounge in.

"All of the children in the coven" Olivia said, pulling out a long sleeved grey shirt. She set it aside to wear.

"I apologize if I'm bombarding you with questions, but I'm just curious. If you're all born into the coven, are you all siblings?" Natasha asked, finding a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt to wear.

"In a way yes. We all have the same father, but different mothers. However, we don't know who our mothers are. We know who our father is, but he only visits every five years. I'm 10, so I've only met him once . . . five years ago." She said, finding a pair of blue jeans in the box.

"Interesting" Natasha said, before slipping into the bathroom. While she was in there, Olivia took her opportunity to change. Once she did, she put the box back in the closet and held her clothes in her hands.

Natasha exited the bathroom, tossing her clothes into a laundry hamper. "Should I put my clothes in there as well?" She asked, pointing at the white hamper that sat by the edge of the bed.

"Sure" Natasha said, sitting on the bed.

"Do you have powers Natasha Romanoff?" Olivia asked, looking over at her.

"First, you don't have to use people's first and last names. You can just use their first name. And please call me Nat" she smiled.

"Ok, Nat" Olivia said, also sitting on the bed beside her.

"And second, being a women is my superpower. I get to kick men's asses and they never see me coming" She shrugged.

"Wow" Olivia giggled. "Speaking of men. There are a lot of men in your group. Before today, I had never met a man other than my father before."

"Lucky you" Nat joked, nudging Olivia slightly. Olivia just smiled. She really liked Natasha. She was kind and very welcoming. That was unlike any women she had ever known. "Well are you hungry?"

"To be honest, very" Olivia said, the only thing she had eaten today being grapes.

"Then let's go get some dinner" Natasha said, standing up. She held out her hand for Olivia to take.

Olivia looked at her hand for a moment. The only time the elder witches ever held her hand was to take her somewhere to punish her. She knew, however, that that was no longer the case.

Taking a deep breath she took Natashas hand, and the both of them left the room to go to dinner.