Electricity

Chapter 4

Whilst I am quickly packing, I feel a hand grab my wrist and suddenly I am back in the training room with the Avengers. 'How did I get back here?' "What the-?", I begin, but stop when my eyes land on a pale hand clasped around my wrist. I follow the hand up from their hand to the person's face, to find myself staring into the icy blue eyes of non other than Pietro Maximoff. I glare at the tall boy, "Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me.", I spit, through clenched teeth. "No.", he retorts, "Make me." "You asked for it.", I raise my hand to clamp down onto his wrist when I see a thick black bracelet on my wrist, the same one from earlier. "Yeah, don't bother trying to use your powers.", Pietro smirks down at me. "Why you little piece of-", I am interupted by Steve Rogers, "Will you two calm down? You two are going to have to learn to get along, since Electra is staying here." "What?!", Pietro and I exclaim simultaneously. "What do you mean I'm staying here? I thought you were going to get rid of me, because of what happened.", I state, confused. Steve chuckles, "We're not getting rid of you, but you really need to learn to control your temper and your powers, okay?" "Okay", I reply, meeting his gaze. "Good.", Steve says, "Now lets get this bracelet off of you and you can go and relax." I nod, my bracelet is removed and I wander off to my bedroom, alone.

I quickly unpack and lay down on my bed, when I hear the door open. Pietro. "Do you ever knock?!", I yell, not even looking at him. "It's my room.", he retorts. "Actually it's our room and are you two years old or something?! Do you want what happened last time you didn't knock to happen again?!", I growl, remembering when he burst in when I was getting changed. "I wouldn't mind.", Pietro smirks cheekily. 'Ugh! He's such a jerk!' "Well I would! Now just. Leave. Me. A. Lone.", I glare. Suddenly my heart starts racing, my breath's become shorter and more rapid and my hands shake with rage. The lights in the room begin to flicker and spark,whilst objects in the room begin to float in the air and Pietro looks at me with a worried expression. "Electra...", Pietro slowly walks towards me, "You need to stop this." I quickly look him straight in the eyes, "I can't!" I panic. "How do I make it stop?! I can't make it stop!", I yell, petrified of what I might do. "You need to calm down. We're gonna do some counting from 10 down, okay?", Pietro looks me in the eyes. I nod, silently and we start counting, "10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1." By the end of the countdown, the lights have stopped flickering and I am feeling less enraged. I flop back down onto the bed, exhausted, not realising I had stood up in the first place. I put my head in my hands and begin to sob quietly, completely forgetting that Pietro is still in the room. "Electra?", Pietro slowly steps towards me, cautiously. I don't dare to look up. The door suddenly swings open and I see a worried Captain America burst through the door. "What's going on?", Steve questions, quickly. I swiftly lift my head up, looking Pietro straight in the eyes, not knowing what to say. Pietro speaks up, "It was my fault." I look up shocked at Pietro's words. 'I thought he hated me. Why is he sticking up for me?' "I agitated her and she accidentally got angry, hence the electricity faults and the flying objects." Steve looks at me for confirmation and I nod, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear." "It's okay. You've had a rough day. Do you wanna come and join us for dinner? It's pizza...", Steve wiggles his eyebrows, making me crack a small smile. "Okay. I'll be there soon. Just gonna clean myself up a bit.", I tell him. Steve nods and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. "Electra-", Pietro starts, but I interupt. "Just don't. I really don't get you. One minute you're flirting with me, then you hate me and to top it all off you start defending me. What is up with that?" Pietro opens his mouth to speak, but shuts it again. I shake my head, annoyed, and go into the en-suite to clean myself up. Once I'm ready, I make my way down to dinner, seeing that Pietro has already left the room. 'Douche.'

I walk into the dining room to hear that the eruption of chatter and conversation has stopped, as everyone looks at me standing in the doorway. It is so quite that you could hear a pin drop. 'If I'm gonna be living here, then I'm going to at least need to do some apologising.' "Natasha," I break the silence, "I'm sorry for what happened in training today. I know you were only trying to help me, but I guess I'm not really used to human interaction. Anyway... I can't promise that it won't happen again, as I think you can tell I am a bit unpredictable, but I will at least try not to. I'm sorry." "That's okay.", she reassures me, "I shouldn't have pushed your buttons like that." I nod my head and speak again, "Also, I'm sorry to all of you for the whole floating objects and flickering lights. I'll try to not let it happen again." "That's okay. We forgive you, don't we.", Steve speaks up. There are a chorus of "yes" from the group, except from Pietro. He remains looking down, finding his hands very interesting at the moment. "I thought it was pretty cool.", Wanda inputs. I chuckle quietly at her remark and take a seat at the table,sadly next to Pietro.

After dinner, which was delicious, we watch a film and go to our rooms, as it is pretty late. I lazily walk to my room, Pietro getting there first, as he uses his super speed. When I enter, Pietro has the pyjamas I wore the night before in his hands. Pietro taps his cheek with his index finger, a smirk plastered on his face. 'Seriously? Back to being flirty again?' Sick of his dramatic mood swings, I storm over to him, roughly grab the clothes from his hands and get changed in the bathroom. When I come out, Pietro is taking his shirt off for bed, whilst I dump my dirty clothes in the hamper. I completely ignore him and climb into bed, without saying a word. I wrap myself up tightly in the duvet and turn the lamp on my bedside table off. "Goodnight, принцесса.", I hear Pietro's accented voice. I roll my eyes, giving him the silent treatment and go to sleep.