Sweet Sorrow || Pietro Maximoff

2 || patchy and the parrot

"Would you like to repeat that Miss Brooks?"

"I wanted him dead, alright Patchy?"

A bald man with a black eye-patch positioned himself in front of the table. On top of the table laid my file, which contain information that was secluded from me. The man had previously introduced himself as 'Nick Fury - the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.' On his left side stood the infamous playboy - Tony Stark. He didn't need introducing; I recognized him immediately.

"Oooo, Nick. Are you gonna take that?"

I raised my cuffed hands off the table to rub my temples. He was just as irritating as the media portrayed him to be.

"And looks like Patchy's got a parrot."

The retort was enough to mute Tony for the period that he was in my company.

"Alright, Savannah-" Nick continued.

"Ava. It's Ava."

"Alright, Ava, you're going to have to help us. Do you have any idea what you did last night?"

"I turned my father in a human barbecue."

"Do you know how to use your powers, or more importantly, how you got them?"

"Look, Mr Patchy Sir, if I knew how to use them, my father wouldn't look like the Nandos you had last night."

A slight snigger was heard over the shoulder of the Director. Patchy seemed to be oblivious to the statement as he continued.

"What prevoked the attack? You don't seem to be in good condition."

I turned to face the mirror, which was evidently a one way mirror, which was on the far side of the interrogation room. Who was on the other side? Probably one of Tony's side-chicks.

My right eye was swollen and a gash ran down my forehead. The glass inflicted wounds were already attended to; some of them with stitches, others with a simple bandage. I chuckled as the slash in my forehead seemed to resemble my childhood hero.

"I look like Harry Potter."

Patchy raised an eyebrow of vexation.

"Miss Brooks, the question."

"My father was abusive, alright?"

The Director's face altered to a face of sympathy. Tony snapped out of his haitus and plucked up the courage to speak to my dismay.

"You are the 3rd enhanced we have recieved this week. The Maximoff Twins arrived yesterday and we're kinda in the midst of a war against a robot that I created who wants to destroy the world. Plus, you need someone to take care of you. So, Ava, what do you think of being an Avenger? We'll have to sort out the control over your powers and make you a badass name but-"

"Woah, slow down Tin Can. An Avenger?"

Nick interfered before Tony could continue his tangent.

"We need all hands on deck - What do you say?"

A smile spread across my mauled face.

"Screw it."