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(väike ingel = little angel)

They were kept in some sort of prison. By water, Nikolina assumed. She could feel the water around the prison. The prison suddenly moved, perhaps they were under water and were being pushed up.

Nikolina was sat in a corner, hugging her knees tightly. This reminded her of HYDRA, when they were experimenting on her. The door opened, and Tony walked in.

Clint started to clap sarcastically. "The futurist, gentlemen. The futurist is here. He sees all, he knows what's best for you. Wether you like it or not."

"Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they'd put you here, come on." Tony argued, stepping up to Clint's cell.

"Yeah, well you knew they'd put us somewhere, Tony." Clint fired back, spitting on the floor.

Tony argued that the place was for maniacs.

"You better watch your back with this guy. There's a chance he's going to break it!" Clint shouted, slamming his hands on the glass. Tony moved over to Scott's cell, before moving to Sam's.

Tony then left. Left without even looking at Wanda or Nikolina. He knew that this hurt them. The horrible memories it brought back. The memories of Pietro. He was the one who got them through this time. Joking around, and making them not feel scared every second. But he wasn't there. He wasn't there to help them. To help his sisters.

Fire suddenly bursted out of Nikolina's fingertips. This happened whenever she got overwhelmed. Wether that was by emotions, memories, or fear in general, didn't matter, it was always the same. Fire bursting out of her fingers until she could stimulate her powers.

Multiple men came running through the door, shouting at her to stop.

"Blocks!" Wanda suddenly yelled out. "Blocks, or something. She needs to stimulate her magic, or she'll blow us all to pieces."

The men rushed out, only to come back with blocks. They carefully opened her cell door, threw in the wooden blocks, and closed it again. Nikolina raised her hands, the blocks moving up. She moved them closer to her, and played with them. It was either that, or die.

*

Nikolina had been playing with the blocks for days. She hadn't slept either. If she tried, the memories would come back and overwhelm her, causing her hands to catch fire. So, she couldn't sleep.

There was a knock on her cell window, but she didn't acknowledge it. The door opened, and Steve ran in and picked up the small girl. She looked up at him, and he inspected her face.

She looked like hell. The bags under her eyes were dark, and her eyes were almost lifeless. She was drained of whatever energy she used to have. She had red marks under her eyes, due to not sleeping enough. Also, she was skinnier, and weighed less.

That was another thing. She couldn't stop using her powers long enough to eat anything. If she tried, the food burned before she could eat it.

As Steve carried her out of the prison and into the chopper, Nikolina's eyes became heavier and heavier, and eventually, she drifted to sleep.

She was asleep for a full day. She needed to catch up on sleep, and food. She was malnourished, and sleep deprived.

When she woke up, she was starving. Steve had ordered pizza, and she dug in. She had never eaten so fast in her life before.

Nikolina's days went like that. She got back to normal eventually. No longer malnourished or sleep deprived, thank god.

And when she was healthy, Steve made a shocking announcement.

"You're moving to Queens. You're sixteen, we don't want you to be a fugitive. You're moving in with Peter Parker. Tony knows and he's working on clearing your name. You'll be going to school, and being a normal teenager. Well, as normal as a teenage girl who can control the elements can be."

Nikolina was shocked, to say the least. Also, she objected slightly. Although, the idea of being 'normal' was appealing to her, she did not want to leave her sister alone. Not after they lost Pietro. But Wanda insisted. She wanted what was best for her sister, and moving to Queens was just that. She would have a chance at being normal, which was rare for the Avengers.

Nikolina eventually agreed, and now she was here, standing outside Peter Parker's apartment, clutching onto the handle of her suitcase.

The door opened, and a nice-looking woman peeked her head out. She first looked at Nikolina in confusion, but then realization hit her.

"Oh! You must be Nikolina! Hi, I'm May." The woman, now known as May, smiled, shaking Nikolina's hand. "Peter talks a lot about you."

Nikolina smiled awkwardly. May led her to her room, and Nikolina walked in, inspecting it carefully. It was quite small, and very simple , but it was something. The walls were a dirty-ish shade of white, almost gradient to gray. There wasn't much furniture, a simple bed, a small closet, and a desk that had a mirror above it.

She set her bag down on the floor and stepped further into the room, her fingers skimming over the fabric of the bedspread.

"Nikolina, väike ingel, I'll miss you." Wanda spoke from behind her sister. Nikolina turned to her sister, tears clouding her vision. Wanda's eyes were teary as well. The sisters engulfed each other, not wanting to let go. When they did, Wanda left without another word. She couldn't stand it, leaving her sister, and it hurt her just as much as losing Pietro did.

Nikolina said bye to the rest of her friends, and they left her. She stared at the door for at least ten minutes, waiting for them to come get her back.

The door soon opened, and Nikolina got really excited for a second, thinking it was Wanda. But it was only Peter.

"Hey, May." He greeted. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed Nikolina, her eyes still teary. "Nikolina? What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

She just shook her head, and he seemed to understand because he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. She cried on his shoulder. She cried because she didn't know if she'd ever see her sister again. They were fugitives, runaways, you get the point.

Sorry if this chapter was crap but I didn't have any inspiration whatsoever. Anyway, the story from now on is completely my own so please do not steal or copy.

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