***BOOK ONE OF THE ELENA MAXIMOFF SERIES ***
After Elena Maximoff's world blew up in front of her and her siblings' faces, her siblings took it upon themselves to take care of their younger sister. However, after a questionable decision was made, sh...
'You gotta get bruised before you get mad, gotta fall down before you fight back, was feeling so weak but baby I'm strong, little did I know I'm a champion.'
CHAMPION ~ Bishop Briggs
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My siblings - Wanda and Pietro had an interesting relationship with me. We had no one except each other after the death of our parents when I was eight. My siblings were ten at the time, and even though they were young, I knew they held a burning hatred for Tony Stark - the man who had created the bomb that destroyed our parents in a matter of seconds. We weren't much better, I can't remember much of what happened, according to my siblings I broke emotionally and mentally in the moment I realised Mama and Papa weren't coming to save us. I didn't understand why they blamed only Tony Stark, sure it was his creation, but was he the one that fired it? It was a question I had mulled over during my younger days, just after our parents died.
How easy things were back then. Wanda and Pietro had just turned fourteen when they told me they had volunteered to be a part of an experiment that would give them the ability to avenge our parents, that would allow them to kill Tony Stark. At first I remember thinking it was ridiculous, until they explained they would be given powers. My twelve year-old-self didn't want to be a part of it, but my siblings were so hell-bent on volunteering that at the risk of losing my siblings, the last remaining members of my family completely I also volunteered.
I was so naive, so optimistic, so innocent.
If I knew what I would be put through - what my siblings would be put through, I never would have volunteered and I would have convinced my siblings not to volunteer as well. One thing remained true, we were imbued with powers. I wouldn't call them a gift, there was too much pain and torture for them to be a 'gift', nor would I call it a curse, I couldn't imagine living without my powers now.
My sister became the most powerful of us three, being telepathic, telekinetic and having some other powers I haven't bothered to try and remember. My brother became faster, faster than a bullet, with heightened metabolism. I became an empath. In the beginning none of the doctors could begin to guess what my 'power' would be, having to gag me when administering the serum. Little did they know I could feel exactly what they were feeling and if I concentrated hard enough, I could manipulate their emotions in just two months in. Which turned out to be two months faster than both my brother and sister acquired their powers.
Yet, there I was exposed to that yellow poison for longer than both of them. Even then I still wasn't 'blessed' as Strucker called it, with offensive powers. Resulting in Hydra needing to train me in advanced combat skills particularly that of the Katana sword. All I enjoyed during that time was learning how to defend myself and becoming friends with Sol, their most prized weapon, the Winter Soldier. The Katana had become my defensive and offensive weapon thanks to Sol, and one that was more beneficial in the field than my empath abilities.
