bewitching /bəˈwiCHiNG/
adj. enchanting or delightful
A brave and bold word to use to describe someone. Yet that is how Loki Laufeyson describes Genevieve Stark, not that he would ever admit to that. This novel takes the reader through the world of...
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"Ugh," Genevieve groaned as Natasha sent her tumbling down on the training mat. It hadn't even been more than five minutes before Natasha quickly flexed her dominance upon Genevieve.
"Come on, get up. We're just getting started," Natasha said, tapping her foot against Genevieve's back a couple of times. Slowly the young girl stood up, her face blushed a tint of red and sweat beaded across her forehead and below her nose.
"If it weren't for the no powers while fighting rule, I'd kick your ass," Genevieve huffed out as she fixed her hair and resumed her fighting stance.
Natasha laughed, "Oh I bet you would." She copied Genevieve's stance and before Genevieve could get another slander in, the fighting between them continued
That was how training with Natasha usually progressed. Natasha had been training Genevieve ever since she had gotten introduced to the team and began living at the tower full time. Originally, Tony wanted Natasha to train his spark of pride and joy for purely defense purposes, in case she ever had a run in with any bad guys at school or on the streets— although Tony prayed that she would never have to even worry about the latter. At least then she would be able to protect herself. However as the years continued, and as Genevieve's powers began slowly taking over her body, the training between the two women only increased.
Genevieve distinctly remembers the first day that her powers were introduced to her. She was a mere freshman in high school, walking home from school in November; the cold and brisk autumn air was blowing her blonde hair every which way possible. It was the first, and only, time that Genevieve had walked home from school— the car that Happy usually picked her up in broke down in the middle of an intersection. Her father gave her the okay to just walk home, what was to happen throughout the duration of a fifteen minute walk from school to her home?
She was about half way through her journey when she encountered two men walking directly toward her. She didn't think too much about it, moving slightly out of their way so that there wouldn't be a collision. However, the two men continued to make eye contact with her as the distance between them decreased. Eventually the three of them were no more than a couple of feet away from each other when she felt her backpack being tugged. She turned around to face the culprit when the men from before had kicked her into the alleyway right next to them.
