Stark's Other Daughter [On Hiatus]

².³ Memories

3rd-Person POV
Quinjet

Flying in a jet is not an uncommon occurrence for Elizabeth, nor are the looks from outsiders. But for some reason, this ride is.. different, the looks unusual, but not uncomfortable. Pity in place of distrust, curiosity in place of disdain, and most unusual of all: understanding in place of poorly disguised hatred.

A voice cuts through the silence, interrupting the wild thoughts of the brunette. "So where is this safe house?" A man's voice says. "I didn't know there was a safe house all the way out here." "You don't know everything, Stark." A feminine voice taunts.

The voices fade into mere static as the brunette slips into darkness...

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Elizabeth's POV
Unknown

I open my eyes and see that I am in a room, three walls of concrete, one of glass. The twins are just across the way, one playing with her magic, the other speeding around his cell. My eyes flicker back to the room I am in as I notice there are wisps of purple and black magic suspending the blocks that are floating around the room.
I reach out to touch one as it glides past me, gently brushing my fingertips across its surface. When the block comes into contact with my skin, it.. blossoms - like a flower, simultaneously opening and collapsing upon itself in a never ending cycle.

Wanda starts to hum a tune, I smile softly as I recognize it and subsequently start singing. "I'm at an all time-" The blond boy joins in with his base tune. "Low, Low, Low, Low, Low, Low, Low, Low" Wanda joins in, adding her soprano voice. "Low, Low, Low, Low, Low, Low." At the last note, all the blocks drop and the magic dissipates.

"Elizabeth." I hear Wanda say. "Yeah?" "Elizabeth." She repeats. "Yes?" "Elizabeth!" She says again, more urgently this time. "What?!" "Elizabeth!" This time the voice distorts some. "Wake up!" The voice distorts completely this time, jolting me from a dream.

I look around, for a moment unsure of where I am, before focusing on the redhead in front of me - Natasha and sighing remembering where I am and who I am with.
"You alright there, Bug?" She questions
I quickly nod my head with a smile, silently thanking her.

After a moment I feel a slight bump, signaling that we landed. "Here we are." Clint says with a slight flourish. "The Safe House."

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Elizabeth's POV
Safe House

I stand next to Nat and Clint as the door of the Quin-jet opens, revealing a beautiful country landscape with a large, but homey looking house. Clint lets out contented sigh and starts up the path, the rest of us falling in line behind him. ''What is this place?" Thor asks. "Like he said before: a safe house." I say, watching Clint unlock the front door. "Let's hope so." He says, walking in. "Honey, I'm home!" A woman who looks about 40-45 walks into the kitchen where we are standing: "Company, sorry I didn't call ahead." Clint says while embracing her. "This is an Agent of some kind." Stark states. "Gentlemen, this is Laura." Clint says with a smile. "I know all your names." She says, looking at us. When she looks at me, I raise an eyebrow with an inquiring look. "Well most of your names at least." She corrects. I hear footsteps from the staircase coming down toward us. "Oh, incoming," Clint goes to greet the two children. "Hey guys!" He says, picking up the little girl and hugging the little boy. "These are.. smaller agents." Stark says, now confused. "Did you bring Auntie Nat?" The little girl asks. Natasha seems to perk up at this, now standing a little straighter and smiling. "Why don't you hug 'er and find out?" Nat says and picks up the little girl, chucking. "Sorry for barging in on you," Rodgers says, always the gentleman. "Yeah, we would have called ahead but we were busy having no idea you existed." Stark says. "Yeah well Fury helped me set this up when I joined, kept it off S.H.E.L.I.D.'s files, I'd like to keep it that way." Clint says with an arm around Laura. "I figure it's a good place to lay low." "I missed you." Laura says to Nat as Thor steps on a toy and gently kicks it under the table. "How's little Natasha?" Nat asks, hugging her. "She's.. a Nathanial." Natasha's smile drops and she bends down to Laura's belly, "Traitor." She whispers.

The toast dings. Thor suddenly walks out of the house with Rodgers following him. Clint leads the rest of us to the sitting-room and gestures for us to sit down, all of us obliging. Natasha sits down first, then Bruce, then me, then Stark on my other side with the Barton's across from me so the order ended up being: Bruce, then Nat, then me next to her and Stark next to me. "So, Kid," Stark starts. "You're an Enhanced?" I nod. "Sooo.. What can ya do?" He asks. "I have telekinesis, telepathy, increased metabolism, superhuman strength, precognition, and magic, specifically necromantic magic." I say. "Oh. That's a lot." "What's nec- nscromantic magic?" I hear a little voice ask. "Dark magic, it deals with the dead." Clint says. "Ah, but that is where you're wrong." I say. "How so?" Stark asks. "Yes, Necromancy deals with death, raising the dead or sapping the life force out of someone, but there is another side of the scale." "Life." Nat says. "Exactly. Life. Necromantic magic is a much more beautiful form of magic than most give it credit for." "How?" The little boy asks this time. I smile and continue with my explanation. "Someone who is trained in Vida can do many things, healing both themselves and others, creating life, and bringing people back from the brink of death. I've even heard of an Elder Necromancer bringing someone back from beyond the grave." "That is so cool!! Can you show us!?!?" The little girl- Lila, I think, asks. I smile kindly, "Not right now Little One. Maybe later, alright?" "O.K." "You mentioned 'Vida' what is that?" Bruce asks. "Necromancy has two forms: Vida and Muerte; Life and Death. The two incarnations have many names, I chose to call them by my native language." I explain. "Wow, Vida even sounds nicer." Stark remarks. "I am going to stop you right there. One form is not better or 'nicer' than the other, they are simply different. Vida can be used for evil just as Muerte can be used for good. Understand?" I say, rather forcefully. Stark nods quickly, and I smirk. "I'm going outside." Stark announces. Nat gets up, to find a shower I presume. "I am going to make some food." Laura says. "May I be of assistance?" I ask, getting up. "I may be ex-H.Y.D.R.A., but it doesn't mean I'm not a good chef." I say, smiling. 'Ex-H.Y.D.R.A. that's nice.' I think to myself.

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A/N
Sorry if y'all got a ton of updates all at once😅 I needed to do some aesthetic work and change some layouts, and if y'all are wondering the chapter titles are inspired by @-siriuslycv 's Fortis. It is an incredible book with incredible writing and I highly recommend if you like Harry Potter and Marvel. (Though even if you don't I still recommend it😁)

Here we are, the next chapter! I hope y'all enjoy and don't forget to comment, it means a lot!