Daughter Dearest

one

Anger. 

To those watching her single handedly tear the heads from the bodies of HYDRA scientists that experimented on the weak, as if it was a demented game. . . Her anger was her most noticeable feature, even as long hidden horns seemingly sprouted from the depths of her ash blonde hair and her steel blue eyes melted into a red hot hue.

Her horns curled towards the back of her head, as dark as the night colored wings that allowed the advantage of flight in her darkest fits of rage. 

The agents who dared to lay hands on the boy she cared for as a son, were already torn to nothing but ribbons of mangled flesh by the claws that came to be her greatest fighting advantage.

Even with him safely with the rest of the team, she wouldn't rest until the message was made clear. 

Crimson soaked claws wrapped delicately around the neck of a squirming man wearing a white coat, whose eyes were blown wide with fear as he found himself under the fiery gaze of the enraged woman. 

“I know where you're going.” Her voice came out deep and distorted, with a tinge of raspiness at the end. 

The scientist whimpered as her second clawed hand came up to caress his cheek. Feigning a pitiful look that almost lured him into a false sense of security, hopeful for mercy, until the claws punctured his fragile human flesh. 

She twisted and pulled with a ferocity that caused a sickening crack, as if she were dismantling a bobble head, rather than a human.

“Venus, that was the last one. . . I think you sent the message.” At Natasha's voice, Venus's feet touched the ground and her features returned to normal. 

Wiping her bloodstained hands on her black suit that perfectly hugged her form, she sighed in disgust at the sticky texture and turned around to face Thor, who held out a wet wipe in her direction.

“Sorry, I almost lost my cool for a moment.” She said in a cool manner, taking the wipe to temporarily clean off her hands until they could arrive at a better location to properly clean herself; it would likely be the tower back in New York. 

“Almost? If that was almost, remind me to not be there when you actually lose your cool. . . That within itself was terrifying.” Sam shuddered as Venus walked up the ramp, tossing the wipe in the garbage once she reached the two seats closest to the cockpit.

She kneeled worriedly in front of Peter, her gentle and motherly touch seemingly waking him up from whatever stupor the scientists managed to put him in before she arrived. 

The thought of the agents and scientists caused anger to flare up within, but she quickly reigned in her emotions. They were all dead. Peter was safely in front of her. 

“Mom?” He asked quietly as they lifted into the air. 

“I'm here, darling. You're safe.” She cooed softly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. The motion was a stark contrast to where she had been minutes prior. ‘Full mama bear mode’ as Tony had called it in the past. 

He wasn't wrong. Nobody messed with her family and lived. . . Unless they actually had to live for a good reason.

A reason being interrogation for information they needed, although five minutes in a room with Venus as her true self would have even the most hardened criminals spilling their deepest and darkest sins as if she placed them in a confession room.

It was a talent of hers. 

The entire flight back to New York, she stuck close to Peter. The others, smartly, stayed away and allowed Venus the opportunity to completely cool down from the simple mission that turned into immediate revenge on her end. 

Steve watched her carefully from his seat beside Bucky, frowning deeply and disapprovingly at the spatterings of blood on her face that resembled freckles from a distance. 

He couldn't deny she was beautiful, even in her darkest fits of rage that quite literally turned her into something that people would hide from. 

Hell, nobody could deny it for their own, unique reasoning. 

At the end of the day, the crimson stain would wash away and she would go back to the woman who read to orphaned children at the library on the weekends and cooked in the team's stolen clothes — blasting one of Tony's many playlists. 

The woman who brought home injured animals and nurtured them back to health. 

The woman who sang karaoke in a shark onesie and built blanket forts for movie nights because it ‘added’ to the experience. 

The Venus they all cared deeply for. 

The nasty bitch only came out to play when someone came for her family. Then it was game on.