Y/N Starks life isn't like your average teenager.
Most kids her age are going to high school, going to partys, applying for collage... but Y/N? Y/N is training to be an avenger just like her father.
Along with her bestfriends Kate Bishop, Yelena B...
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Later that day The barton house
All I can say is.... this morning was shit.
And not just for me.
For everyone.
I don't know how ultron managed to convince the maximoff twins to join his dark side of evil killer robots.... but he has to be feeding them some kind of utter bullshit if they beleive for even one second that he's the good guy.
Today really proved that.
My main thought though is Peter.
I don't know what he saw when Wanda messed with his mind, but clearly he was affected by it.
But yet for some reason, he's still only worried about me.
Which by the way, I'm fine.
I mean, as fine as I can be from falling a good fifteen feet, then landing right on my head.
Bruce said he's shocked I only have a slight concussion and my neck didn't break or something.
Which definitely did not help calm down Peter, or my dad about the whole situation.
Peters blaming himself because he didn't get to me sooner, and my dads blaming himself for leaving the building to go chase ultron.
Which is not true. Its not their fault, theyre not the one who shoved me like a sumo wrestler.
The maximoff boy was.
Which if you really think about it...... the only reason the twins went after us in the first place is because of ultron.
So in conclusion, everything shitty that happened today, is 100% ultrons fault.
I finally let go of my obsessive thoughts about this morning, and twisted the shower handle to the opposite side to shut off the water. I then pulled the curtain to the side to open it and stepped onto the mat, and grabbed the towel that was hanging on the rack to dry myself off, then changed into the clothes that Kate gave me to wear, since coming here was sort of a last minute decision and I most definitely didn't pack shit.
Even my phone is at the tower.
At least I now know to keep an emergancy bag on the jet for situations like this.
I grabbed my suit and the now sort of wet towel, and walked out of the bathroom.
I threw the towel in the dirty laundry basket in the corner of the spare room, and folded my suit and set it on the bed..... then headed off to see where Peter was.
To my luck, I didn't have to look far, considering he was in the other spare room beside the one I was in.
I peaked into the room more, and saw Peter with his back facing me, and him looking at the books on the book shelf in front of him.
