Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Mia hadn't seen Elijah since he had taken her home. She was slightly worried at first, but she also knew he was a force to be reckoned with and was not easily harmed.
She hadn't done much in the last week. She trained twice a day, face timed Peter, and read a book Loki had sent her. The book was decently interesting, the topic being soulmates.
She didn't necessarily like the topic, but the book was interesting nonetheless. She had only ever met two pairs of soulmates, those being her parents and Tony and Pepper. One bad experience and one good.
Mia liked being alone, she had never enjoyed being surrounded by chatter. She liked peace and quiet, something she rarely got at the tower if she wasn't hidden away in the vents with Clint.
Clint was the only one who ever really understood her need for silence. He would usually just turn off his hearing aids, but ever since he learned Mia liked the silence too, he had shown her his hiding spots.
Mia had known the Avengers for over seven years. She had met Tony Stark first technically.
She was fifteen at the time and was working at a small coffee shop near the tower. The coffee shop had been attacked by multiple armed men and Mia had managed to take them all down with just her fists.
It was safe to say the man was intrigued. And when he learned she was practically living on the streets, he took her in. He had the space for it and it wasn't like he was struggling for money, if anything, his pockets were struggling to hold the money in them.
Rich people problems.
Her childhood wasn't a very good one. Her parents highly disliked her and when her father cheated, her mother sent her away to a camp. It was a camp for unwanted children known as The Red Room.
Mia had been stuck there from ages 6 to 14. She went through every protocol, every lesson and indefinitely, every punishment.
That's where she met Natasha Romanoff. She was in the older grades but the girls still bonded. They tended to each other's wounds and trained side by side.
When Mia was fourteen, a bomb went off. She and Natasha had been sleeping in their shared dorm/cell when it had gone off. Their door had been busted open from the explosion and when they got out of the building they met a man outside.
Clint Barton was the man who brought them to safety. While Natasha chose to stay with him, Mia chose to go back to New York. She still had a childish hope that her mother would take her back.
It never happened, instead, she lived in homeless shelters while she worked at the coffee shop for less than minimum wage. It was practically illegal how much they paid her, Tony would tell her.
There was a dance tonight. A fucking high school dance and Damon was forcing her to go. What a dick. Apparently, he thought she had no life, did she? No. Did she care? Also no.
