Animals { Pietro Maximoff } (Please hold)

1. The Threat

            I jumped over the fallen dead tree and hid underneath it. I hoped Tony wouldn't find me even though I wasn't that well hidden. I heard footsteps closing in and ceased all movement, including my breathing for a moment. My eyes darted around and my hand landed on my paintball gun. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I looked where the pain was and saw an orange splatter. I looked over and saw a smirking Tony. "Screw you, Tony," I said with a little laugh. I pulled myself up from under the dead tree. I adjusted the gun and "accidentally" shot Tony in the foot. Sadly he only flinched a tiny bit. Suddenly I heard a bunch of twigs breaking and the sound of minor cursing. I looked and saw Steve, Natasha, and Clint running towards us. All of us had some amount of paint on us. I had a total of four because Tony was a little jerk and followed me from the beginning. We decided we had enough and trekked back up to the main building. Once we turned all our stuff in we piled into Tony's car and began to drive back to the Avengers tower. I have been with the Avengers for two years. I officially joined S.H.I.E.L.D. when I was 19. I was picked up by S.H.I.E.L.D. when I was 15. I somehow managed to get stuck on the roof as a dog.

        I have the ability to shapeshift. I can change into animals, or just change my appearance in general. One time I made myself have purple hair and 14 random tattoos. Everyone in the tower freaked out and Clint almost shot me. They knew I could change into animals, but they didn't know that I could change myself.

        When we arrived at the tower Pepper came running at Tony and started yelling at him. I laughed lightly and quickly walked around the two. As I passed the lab I said a quick hello to Dr. Banner and got in the elevator and went up to my room. I walked in and closed the door. I flopped myself down on my bed and looked around the whole room. I was always paranoid about someone touching something, even if it didn't seem like a big deal to them it just messed with my head. It had something to do with my parents. I always had everything in their spot and even if it may have seemed like I didn't know where things were I always did. They never treated me bad we just always fought over every little thing. As I mentally triple checked everything I did notice that my purple headphones were missing. My heart skipped a bit in panic, but I forced myself to calm down. I sighed and groaned as I stood up off the bed. I looked at the silver ruffled covers that I messed up when I laid down and saw them on one of my about 1,000 pillows. I quickly grabbed them as if they would disappear at any second if I didn't. I inspected them to make sure there was no damage. They looked perfectly normal. I was too tired to care why they were on my pillow and on the dresser where I always kept them. I gently placed them down on the dresser where they belonged and laid back down on the bed. I looked at the clock praying it was somewhere around 10 PM, but I was disappointed. It was only 1 PM. I had no intentions of having more human contact for the day, so I quickly walked into the bathroom with a change of pajamas and took a quick warm shower.

          When I was done with that and my hair had dried I decided just to listen to music an read till about 8. Nobody bothered me and it was pretty much the closest thing to pure bliss I have ever felt. The Avengers knew that if I wasn't out of my room to just leave me alone. I enjoyed being alone, one thing my parents never understood about me. Eventually, I just couldn't be bothered so I just decided to sleep.

         When I woke up it was 6:34 and I knew Steve would be up, so I decided to change into a tank top and leggings and put my hair into a ponytail. I quickly slipped on a pair of black Converse and went down to the gym Tony had. I couldn't have been more right, Steve was in there aggressively punching a punching bag.

"Don't kill the poor thing. It never asked for this life." I said sarcastically. He stopped the bag from swinging and looked at me. He smiled lightly at my stupid comment.

"Do you want to spar?" He asked me.

"Sure just let me stretch a bit first," I answered. "Just remember last time I whooped your butt," I said smirking. I took about 5 minutes to stretch and when I was done Steve was already prepared to fight me. I walked over to him and the countdown started.