The Prophecy

Letters

"What's this?" Stark asked in the meeting room bright and early on the Monday morning, sliding an envelope across the table to me.

Furrowing my brows, I picked it up and read my name on the front before looking up at Steve and Fury who all looked just as confused as me.

"I dont know, what is this?" I asked Tony.

"It arrived for you this morning, no address, no forwarding address, only your name," he confirmed, "it was hand delivered but the cameras coincidently went down as we received it."

"Hydra?" Steve questioned.

"Last time I checked, Hydra don't tend to deliver hand written letters," Fury replied.

"It was posted through the window of my apartment," Stark added, making all of our heads turn to him.

"Your apartment's on the 90th floor," Steve said slowly.

"Yep," he nodded before looking back at me, "do you have any idea who would've sent this? Or even have the ability to scale this size of a building?"

"I assume you've eliminated the Big Friendly Giant and God?" I teased.

"She's funny, you're a funny woman Y/L/N," Fury laughed sarcastically before leaning over the desk and tapping the envelope, "this is a serious safety breach and the only clue we have is that it's connected to you."

"So why haven't you opened it to find out who it's from?" I asked, looking at the three, clearly incompetent, men.

"It won't let us," Steve replied.

"What do you mean?" My brows furrowed.

"No one can seem to open it," he confirmed, "it's like our bodies physically can't do it."

"Someone's put an enchantment on it," I concluded, picking it up and opening it easy, tearing the envelope and pulling out a folded piece of parchment paper with an address and a phone number written in cursive black ink.

"Well?" Stark asked.

I put it flat down on the table so everyone could see it and leaned back in my seat.

"It's a blank piece of paper," Fury said, looking at everyone else before me, "why would someone go to the effort of delivering an empty piece of paper."

"There's nothing on the other side?" Steve checked as I turned it around to an actual blank side.

It was very obvious that whoever delivered this had intended for only me to see it, hence why it was enchanted for me to open and why only I could see the writing.

"Well this was a massive waste of time that I'll never get back," Stark sighed, rubbing his temples with his forefingers.

"Can I go now?" I asked.

"Is this a treat from someone? Do you think it was meant for Rebeka?" Steve added before I could get up.

"It's a blank piece of paper, how is that threatening?" Stark bit back, "I don't feel particularly threatened, does anyone else?"

I shook my head as Fury and Steve did the same.

"Perfect so I'll be going then," I repeated, grabbing the paper and the envelope and going to leave.

"Why are you taking it with you?" Fury asked.

"It's addressed to me."

"There's nothing of worth on it," Stark reminded me.

"So why does it matter?" I quipped.

"Just a bit weird," Steve agreed.

"I am a bit weird," I nodded, opening the door and walking away from the meeting room with my eyes forward until I reached Wanda's bedroom where she was sat against her head board, coffee in hand, watching her sitcoms.

"Hey babe," she smiled, her eyes still on the TV.

"What does this piece of paper say?" I asked her, placing it on her lap as she paused her show and picked it up with furrowed brows.

"Y/N/N ..." she spoke slowly before looking up at me, "this is- this is a blank piece of paper."

"See, it's not though," I smiled slightly, sitting down opposite her and crossing my legs, "there's an address and a New York mobile number on it but no one else can see it."

"Someone's enchanted it especially for you," she began to smile back, running her forefinger over the middle of the page, "this is awesome, I've never seen a glamour spell quite this good," she added, holding it right up to her face and squinting slightly, "you know the only way someone can do a spell like this is by having a piece of your DNA, a strand of hair or something."

"It was delivered through Starks bedroom window," I informed her.

She put the piece of paper down and quirked her head, "his window on the top floor?"

"Exactly," I laughed out my nose with a nod, "now I know were involve with some dodgy shit with the job but I can't say I've ever crossed someone with any magical ability apart from us."

"Me either," she agreed as she thought for a moment and a lightbulb clicked, "it's the sorcerer supreme, who else would it be?"

"Why would the sorcerer supreme send me a letter? Does he not have some sort of mystical way to tell me this kind of thing?"

"Clearly not," she laughed out her nose, tucking her hair behind her ear, "have you googled the address or called the number?"

I shook my head, "if it's the sorcerer supreme then that means it's something I'd really rather not deal with, do you recon I could ignore it and it'll go away?"

"I don't know if it works like that," she smirked slightly, "I feel like if you ignore this it's going to keep developing and it won't take long before Steve or Stark clock onto what's happening."

"I really like my little life," I complained, "sure, Peter doesn't refill the ice cube tray and Sam leaves toast crumbs on the side, vision doesn't understand personal boundaries and maybe Starks too obnoxious but I tend to like them all and if I RSVP to whatever this is, I'm leaving my home again, I don't want to do that this time. I really really love this family."

"I know," she smiled sadly, "it doesn't mean everything's going to change though ... you need to do this and you know it."

I nodded slowly, "maybe I can learn how to leave secret messages."

"Maybe," she smiled with a small laugh.

"If I go to this address, you're coming with me, you do know that?"

"I was planning to," she nodded slowly.

"Because might die or get kidnapped or ... kill someone," I explained.

"And we can't have that," she smirked, shaking her head slowly.