The Violet Witch

II.

"So you're saying that when you discovered your powers, you were taken? By HYDRA?" Natasha raises an eyebrow. I decided to not tell the Avengers about my full backstory and the multiverse yet. I know that that knowledge is dangerous, and I've only just met the Avengers.

I nod.

"What about your parents?" Steve asks.

"Dead." I say quietly. The Avengers all look at me sadly, before Clint speaks up.

"So, that red glowy girl is like... the red version of you?" I can tell that he wants to break the tense energy in the room.

I take in a shaky breath. From being almost completely isolated for three years to being surrounded by a bunch of grown-ups asking questions all at once is very taxing.

"That is correct. Wanda and her brother, Pietro, are being held captive and expitimented on, just like me. But you have to understand, everytie they were sent out into combat, they were being controlled by Herr Strucker using the Scepter he obtained."

"How do you know all of this?" Tony Stark speaks up.

"We're connected. We were friends before..." I trail off, not sure how to say it without admitting that I'm not from this world. "Wanda and me are connected, I mean. We have the same set of powers, but also an innate connection between the two of us."

"Psionics, psychic energy manipulation, telekenisis, forcefield generation, telepathy, mental manipulation, phycic tracking, levitation, and probably some other stuff that you can do that werent on the file." Tony Stark lists off, counting on his fingers. "That's nothing to sneeze at kid." 

I don't respond, another tense silence hanging in the air.

"Well my tiny human friend, you will have an amazing tale to tell in Valhalla!" exclaims Thor, breaking the silence.

"That makes you extremely dangerous." Tony Stark speaks up. The rest of them fall silent.

"It makes him useful." Commander Hill clarifies. The rest resume talking, growing louder. I cover my ears with my hands, not used to all this noise. A few small tears start to spill from my eyes.

"He's a child." Natasha says. Once again, everyone falls silent. She stands up from her seat and walks over to me. She gets on her knees and opens her arms. I immediately sink into them. This is the first hug I've felt in three years, the last being my mother's before she pushed me into this world.

"Are you okay?" she whispers to me.

I hold on tight to her, not willing to let go quite yet. She sighs and begins to pat my head, running her fingers through my hair.

"Were you really locked up all that time?" Clint speaks up. I nod as Clint comes behind Natasha and places his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, kid. I just wanted to say thank you for healing me. It was a really kind thing to do, especially for a stranger." he says softly.

I slowly let go of Natasha, and the woman stands up, putting a hand on my shoulder.

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The Avengers were having a party, and I was invited. There were going to be a lot of people, and it was fancy, so Tony got me fitted for a suit for the event. He let me pick whatever kind of suit I wanted, so I chose a black Guybera with purple detailing, and a pair of black pants, socks, and dress shoes.

"And, done!" Natasha exclaims. She had offered to do my hair for me. She braided it back into rows ending in a bun on the back of my head. "What do you think?"