~The Lost Daughter~

Chapter - 3

⚠ This is not fully a reader story; I gave her personalities and stuff. ⚠                                                  ⚠ I don't own any pictures I insert ⚠                                                                                                                    ⚠ This chapter may contain cursing ⚠

Y/N's POV:

I was sleeping peacefully, until I was rudely interrupted by the knocking on the door. I didn't answer and hoped they would take the message, but unfortunately, they didn't, because the next thing I know, I was getting dragged out of my bed, by my brother. He threw me down on the floor and I landed on my ass, with an 'oof'.

"You didn't just do that!" I said incredulous.

" I did." Lucas, my brother, said with a smug smirk.

"You better run." I said in anger, kind enough to give him a head start before you beat the shit outta him.

"Hmmmm... How about a no?" He said with hint of playfulness, but there is no way in hell you were gonna let someone ruin your sleep and walk out safe and sound.

" Bro, you better yeet that ego out of the window, or else you won't even be here to regret your decision." I said rolling my eyes. Lucas's eyes widened when realized that I was not lying and took off running, the minute he realized.

"LUCAS WILLIAMSON!!!" I shouted and chased after him. Everyone knows you fucked up when someone shouts out your full name. He was going down the stairs and I was up on the stairs when I straight up jumped on his back. We both went crashing down, with him at the bottom and taking more damage.

"Hey!! Sweetheart, just don't kill him, and I am ok with you guys fighting." Dad said, sipping his coffee calmly. Ok, you must be seriously confused at what the fuck is going on. Let me give you a background check.

 I am currently 14 years old. 9 years ago, I woke up in an orphanage, with no memory as to who I was or what I was doing there. I vividly remembered my name only, Astrid. I was 5 at the time. I had to change my name, in order to fit in. After a year of bullying in the orphanage, I was finally adopted by a kind couple, or so I thought. They happen to be from a bad organization, Hydra. I was experimented on. I got powers, or so I thought, again. I heard guards talking one night, in hydra, that I, somehow, had powers naturally, not by experiments. The hydra helped- more like forced me to learn, to control my powers. They started to send me to missions at a very young age. They made me kill innocent people, making me a monster. They even went as far as to mind control me. Let me tell you, that was not a good experience. I had also made some friends at hydra, well.... only three and they helped me survive. Me, Wanda, Pietro and Bucky (My friends) spent time together and help each other survive, not minding the age gap. On many occasions we four, were separated to different hydra bases, for missions. It was one of those times where we were separated, when SOU officers raided the base. I thought it was end of my misery, only to be proven wrong. I was sent to, what they called a 'Raft'. They sent a 10-year-old to Raft. I was treated like an animal there. I never wished more than ever that Wanda, Pietro and Bucky would save me, but they didn't. They left me too, like everyone else. I spent one year in the 'Raft', until they decided what to so to me. They let a couple adopt me, Mr. and Mrs. Williamson. Theo Williamson is a detective and Emberly Williamson is a SOU officer. They both somehow ended up together and has a kid - Lucas Williamson. After a year of adopting me, government stopped keeping tabs on me. At first, living with them was ..... a weird experience but the result was definitely worth it. I had finally got a family, who loves me unconditional. They taught me and Lucas, how to use and everything about guns, hand combat and even ancient weapons. I started calling them my family.

Mom then called out from kitchen. " Breakfast is ready!!" I smelled pancakes from the kitchen. My favorite!!

"Your saved for my wrath, just because it's pancakes." I snarled, putting emphasis on pancakes.

"Of course, your highness." Lucas said, with sarcasm dripping from his words. We both raced to the kitchen and sat in our usual chairs. Mom kept our plates with pancakes on them, front of us. We all started to eat. It was perfect but something was missing. I noticed two bottles of Maple syrup on the table. That's what it is. I saw Lucas looking towards the syrups, and I am pretty sure he noticed me, too.

"This just needs some maple syrup to be perfect." Dad announced, but before he could do anything, me and Lucas grabbed each of the maple syrup. I started to drown my pancakes in maple syrup. When I was done, I felt something fall straight on my white T-shirt. I looked down and saw a drop of maple syrup on my shirt. I felt everyone staring at me. Lucas was probably staring at me, because he was the who did that absurd thing and, mom and dad were staring at me, because they probably saw something go towards me with their instinct, of years of practice.

"Oops, sorry!" Lucas said unapologetically. I gave him a pleasant smile and "accidentally" squeezed my maple syrup at him. It soon turned into a 'who's gonna drench other person in maple syrup' competition, between me and Lucas.

" And there goes my plan, yeeted out of the window." Dad grumbled.

"Theo, you are not a kid, so stop whining. Lucas and Y/N, you both have to clean up the mess." Mom said taking in-charge. 

"I am not whining!" Dad whined but was quieted down by mom with one death glare. I sometimes doubt about how he had become a detective, but those doubts will be pushed back inside by his skills on the field. Mom then, got up and reminded dad about going to work. He nodded and finished his breakfast. They both got their bags and bid me and Lucas goodbye, leaving for work. Me and Lucas, finally stopped our little made-up competition, realizing that we have to clean up after ourselves.

We started cleaning up the mess, not quite believing that we made it.

"Can't you just use your magic to clean?" Lucas asked exhausted, as he and I are sitting on the floor, taking each other backs as support. We were exhausted, so we decided to take a break. We only finished 1/4 of the cleaning and we both are ready to sleep straight for a week. Even though we exercise good, cleaning is not in a small list of things we can do efficiently.

"I can but we wouldn't want shield kicking open the front door, again, would we?" Last time it happened, mom and dad convinced them nothing was there and that they probably misunderstood. Me having powers and stuff was kept from avengers and shield by the government. The government wanted an enchanted individual to protect them, if the avengers went bad. I didn't think that will be happening anytime, but went with it, not wanting to get on the bad side of the government. That's stupid.... but at least I got a family that loved me!

"Let's get back to work. Shall we, Firefly?" Lucas asked standing up and offering his hand. I grinned and took his hand.

"Sure, brother." I replied. He gave me a small smile and we started to work. Even though I am adopted, am a freak, a monster and even though he is annoying, stupid and reckless, he has always been and will my brother and I, his sister. He has always been there for me and always will be, along with mom and dad. They made sure that; I was clear of this.