We arrived at the Avengers' Tower the following evening, following Mr Stark as he strutted like a proud peacock through his luxurious penthouse.
"Alright,"
The Tin Can spoke, adressing his collegues.
"This is Ava Brooks."
Stark stepped aside so I could get a better observation of the team, but instead, revealing a distracted 17 year old. I gawked as they gradually raised their hands, signalling a welcoming. Tony opened his mouth as an attempt to acquaint me with my future teammates. Me being me, I postponed the introductions.
"So we've got American Lover Boy, Tin Can, Katniss Everdeen, A Weasley, A God, one half of the Fairy Godparents, Sonic and The Green Giant from those sweetcorn adverts."
I observed as the Avengers glared blankly at the unfamiliar figure that stood in front of me; the Maximoff Twins turning to face each other - they didn't get the reference. After I had finished laughing anxiously, I concluded my introduction.
"Tony spoke about you on the way here. Uh, my name is Ava and I'm 17 and from London..."
I made sure to emphasize my London accent on the word - London. Why? Probably because I am a nervous wreck right now.
The red head assassin was the first to speak.
"So you're the one that created a power surge in the middle of London yesterday?"
A smirk appearing on her smug face.
"Aha, yeah. Sorry about that. I didn't have much say in what happened last night."
Bruce spoke next, a look of curiosity developing in his eyes.
"Interesting. Do you mind if I ran a few tests? Nothing too physically draining, you already look utterly overworked."
The female Sokovian communicated next, a look of understanding plastered all over her features.
"Exactly, I will show her to her room. Come."
Her accent was thick yet understandable. I trailed alongside her, silence accompanying us down the corridor. She stopped by a door, pushing it open to reveal a spacious room. On her face sat the look of empathy.
This bitch was in my head.
-x-
A gust of wind entered my room followed by a male Sokovian voice.
"Wake up!"
I groaned, turning the opposite direction from the source of the voice.
"Go away, Sonic."
"Sonic won't go away until you wake up and head down to the lab. Stark and Banner want you. 5 minutes."
Another cold blast of air shot around the room, indicating his exit.
So I went back to sleep.
...
Once again, a chill gust of wind flew into the room, taking my duvet with it. I laid face down on my pillow as Pietro tapped his foot in impatience, returning several seconds later with a glass of water.
That he tossed on me.
"WHAT THE FUCK MAXIMOFF?"
"What? You wouldn't wake up so I took a last, but very amusing, resort - no?"
A beam of mischief appearing on his face.
"You have 5 minutes, get pretty."
I whined as I hauled myself out of bed scouring the room for a closet or some spare clothes. In the closet laid some grey Adidas sweatpants and a plain grey tank-top, embedded with a small blue Avengers symbol on the top left. After stripping off my scorched, blood stained clothing, which symbolized the aftermath of my breakdown, I meandered out of my room on my quest to find the laboratory, pulling my blonde hair into a high ponytail on the way. Out of interest, I decided to experiment with Tin Can's personal assistant.
"Hey, it's JARVIS right? Which way to the lab?"
A deep male tone replied.
"Take a left and straight down the hall, Miss."
"Thanks JJ."
I scampered down the hall, giddy with excitement - this place was cool.
a/n ~
ew, i dont like this chapter as much. stab me thanks
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Sweet Sorrow || Pietro Maximoff
FanfictionI lost everything. - Ava is a stubborn, loving 17 year old who has a troubled past. Pietro is a stubborn, loving 18 year old who has a troubled past. What could go wrong?
