When lightning always strikes, you know she's not far behind.
Kidnapped at a young age and recused seven years later, Avalyn Stark is forced to try to navigate a new world far from what she remembered. With threats around every corner, she was nev...
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F I F T E E N Y E A R S L A T E R
Blue and yellow streaks shot through the forest, buzzing with electricity and slicing through the trees as they chased each other, sending birds scattering. The streaks swerved and darted in a winding path, and the yellow streak finally slowed, coming to a panting stop as an eighteen-year-old girl emerged from the energy. Her long blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders as she leaned against a tree, catching her breath.
"Nat, you swerve too much when you run!" Anastasia called, shaking her head at her younger sister, who was still zipping back and forth before her.
A flash of blue stopped just in front of her, and her sister, thirteen years old with short brown hair and shining blue eyes, rolled her eyes dramatically.
"I don't know why!" Natasha Maximoff replied honestly.
"You've always done it. And you shocked me again, by the way." Anastasia smirked, crossing her arms as she raised her eyebrows at her sister.
"Liar!" Natasha protested, hands on her hips. "I'd know if I did—"
"You did!" Anastasia insisted, her voice taking on a slight whine. "I felt it when you ran past me."
"Whatever." Natasha shrugged and then grinned with a spark in her eye. "Wanna do something more fun?"
Anastasia tilted her head, intrigued but cautious. "Like what?"
Without answering, Natasha shot her a mischievous grin. Before Anastasia could react, her sister was a blue blur, grabbing her hand and pulling her along with a jolt of energy. In a heartbeat, they were at the top corridor of their family home.
Anastasia barely had time to adjust as she ran a hand along the wall, feeling for something. Her fingers found a hidden keypad on the wall, which lit up with a faint glow.
"It's a six-digit code," she muttered, brow furrowing as she tapped the screen. "Did you try our birthdays?"
Natasha punched in 11-23-20, then 07-16-25, muttering each number under her breath. After each attempt, the keypad remained silent, flashing a red light.
"Nope." Natasha raised an eyebrow. "I'm officially offended. Maybe this room doesn't want us in there."
Anastasia thought hard, then her face lit up. "Oh! I got it. Try 06-29-70!"
