How do you learn to live?
Marcelina didn't have a childhood. She didn't have a life. She was a piece in a machine she had no control over. So once she got out- once she was given all the things she never thought were possible- she finally began to u...
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"Well that worked." Tony Stark stepped out of his flashy suit, leaning over the unconscious girl. "Alright Romanoff?"
Natasha had turned over groaning as she tried to come back to her body. "Oh my god."
"Stark!" Thor marched out with his darling hammer from where they were waiting. "We were supposed to wait for Natasha's signal."
"I'm sorry did no one just see me amazingly nock out the enemy who was about to kill her?"
"Thor's right. We need her awake." Steve said marching out with Bruce and Clint.
The Avengers stood around the young girl. She looked almost peaceful as she slept. Her eyebrows had relaxed and her plump lips softened into a gentle curve from a frown.
"How old did you say she was?" Clint asked. He kept his hand on Natasha's back to make sure she wouldn't fall after helping her stand.
She rested one hand on his shoulder the other on her stomach. She was still trying to steady herself. She wasn't sure how to treat having most of your life energy sucked out of you by a brainwashed homicidal teenager.
"Seventeen."
"Jesus."
"Her age isn't important; she's still dangerous." Steve stated standing over her unconscious body. Blood trickled from her nose over her lips.
"I'm sorry, could I just," Bruce creeped from behind his co workers. As the others watched curiously he made a fist and-rather roughly- rubbed her chest just below her neck with his knuckles.
Conciseness hit her like a truck. Marcelina gasped. Her eyes flew open, she sat up violently.
It didn't take her long to notice the people standing around her. It took even less time for her instincts to click on.
She didn't break her eye contact when she wiped her nose with her arm. "Hey, kid, let's think happy thoughts." They blinked and she was gone.
"Okay, where did she go? I cannot lose another-" A sharp kick to his spine sent Tony to the hard cold ground.
"Found her."
Steve strikes next. Marcelina dropped to the floor using her leg in a sweeping motion to nock him off his feet.
She fell into the flow of battle. Every kick and sweep was perfectly measured. She breathed into her movements as she nocked Hawkeye off his feet.
