***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...
Some nights I'm just a million broken pieces singin', on a stage, I'm a little more broken open, but a little more free. And that's a tiny victory.
tiny victories, Christina Perri.
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Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. The pain in my shoulder pulses along with the rhythm of my heartbeat. I'm only vaguely aware of the world around me as the Captain holds up most of my weight, the blood beginning to dribble down my arm. The world sways as we move along toward the entrance of the house. As I go to step up the stairs with the Captain, my foot catches and I stumble forward waiting for the pain to increase, yet it never comes, and I am caught by none other than the Captain who looks to me, asking if I was ok, before putting a steadying hand on my waist. We are lead inside by the archer, who tentatively calls out.
"Honey, I'm home." He slowly walks through the house, the rest of us slowly following in behind him. The Captain and I linger on the front porch before heading in. As I walk in, I see an old staircase littered with bits and bobs, toys and clothes, then turning into the living room, I notice an old upright piano on my right. Memories flicker and dim, melodies swell and fade. Quiet footsteps come from the dining area and I look up to see a pregnant woman, holding painted sheets of paper, that tease memories of my childhood. She nervously glances between us, her eyes settling on me for a moment longer than the others.
"Hi." Clint breaks, a warm smile gracing the woman's features as she gently places the paintings on a small table. "Company. Sorry, didn't call ahead."
"Hey." She whispers to him, before gently kissing him. Surprise filters throughout the others present, making me realise that none of them were expecting that. Except for the Widow, whose dark emotions lighten upon seeing the pair. After recovering from his shock, the Captain leads me to one of the couches, gently pulling away the gauze that I didn't seem to realise was there. My attention drifts down to my shoulder, subconsciously ignoring the conversation around me. The wound is caked with dried blood, so much so that I can't tell whether or not the red surrounding the wound is blood or inflamed skin. The quiet rumble of small footsteps brings me back to see the archer holding up a young girl while embracing young boy.
"These are smaller agents." I hear Stark state, I mentally roll my eyes, realising that these two must be his children, which explained the toys on the staircase I noticed upon arriving.
"Oh my goodness!" The archer explains, gently letting the young girl down. She quickly glances at me, a confused expression on her face. I smile and wink at her, she giggles before turning back to her dad.
"Did you bring Auntie Nat?" She innocently asks, not having noticed the Widow standing behind me.
"Why don't you hug her and find out?" Her dark emotions lessen even more upon embracing the girl. A slight pain pulls me back to my shoulder and I hiss when the Captain dabs my shoulder with the gauze a little too hard.
