OUR LIFETIME « Pietro Maximoff

2 /| nightmares

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[chapter two]

SAVANNAH'S HANDS HOVERED OVER CLINT'S TORSO as she transferred some of her excess energy to him. "That should be enough," she said after a minute, squeezing her slightly heated hands. It was a relief to let go of some of the energy, because too much made her a ticking time bomb.

He groaned quietly. "I think I'm feeling it." She smiled down at him. "Where did it come from?"

Savannah tied up her hair while sliding her chair to the wall of the jet, expecting the question. "Pietro Maximoff, the enhanced." She slid a pair of the cooling gloves Tony'd made her onto her hands. "He's practically a walking power plant."

"You met him?" Steve questioned from where he stood next to Tony and Thor.

Savannah nodded with a stretch. "Briefly. I couldn't get much out of him."

Bruce perked up. "How come?"

"Because I took enough energy from him that would have had anyone else sleeping for a week, and all he did was wobble." Savannah cleared her throat, a little embarrassed. "He told me his name, called me a parasite, then proceeded to run away."

Nat handed her a bottle of water, which she accepted gratefully. "Is that all?" The redhead asked curiously. Savannah turned in her chair, thinking for a moment. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers.

The woman turned back to expectant eyes. "He called you guys monsters. I know not everyone likes you all, but monsters? That's a little more than just dislike."

Tony pointed at her. "You think he has some personal vendetta." It was more of a statement than a question, and Savannah could only shrug in response.

"I wouldn't rule it out."

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Savannah reluctantly slid off her gloves as she stood in Tony's lab hours later. She'd been to see Clint and was ultimately dragged into helping 'categorize the scepter's energy'. If she couldn't feel anything then it was artificial or electrical. If she could— well, she'd cross that bridge if and when she needed to. She rubbed her hands together when she felt the scepter's essence. Earlier she hadn't been on the look out for the scepter, but now that she was it was all she could feel. It felt as if the inanimate object was actually the opposite. As if it were alive. She mentally pulled at it, but nothing happened. Which could only mean that this energy wasn't meant to be controlled. At least not by someone like her.

Savannah could feel two pairs of eyes on her. "I've never felt anything like this." Her voice was slightly dazed. She tore her gaze away from the enchanting blue of the scepter with a shake of her head. "It's uncontrollable in a sense. I can't control it, I can't take its energy."

Tony waved her off. "Uncontrollable is a fairly loose term—"

"It isn't," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Tony don't do anything stupid. Bruce don't let him do anything stupid." Bruce looked at her, a little unsure, before nodding. She slid on her gloves again, and began to leave the room.

"You're coming to the party right?" Tony asked unrelatedly.

She paused. "Yeah." Her answer surprised even herself. Savannah wasn't really a fan of being in a place with a large crowd; it was usually overwhelming and there was always too much input. Yet, something had her saying yes. Maybe it was her desire to let loose, or maybe it was the actual occasion of it all. After months of taking down HYDRA bases, they'd finally found the scepter bringing the scepter to new hands. That called for celebration, but even their hands, she feared, may have been the wrong ones.

"You'll actually enjoy your downtime?" Tony questioned incredulously and mockingly. "Who's this clone and what have you done with the Sav we know and love?" The older man neared her, shaking her shoulders slightly.

She snapped her fingers, giving Tony a little jolt. He dropped his hands and raised them in mock surrender. "Don't go crazy, I'm still meditating for the rest of the week until then."

Bruce slightly shook his head. "You're meditating for all the wrong reasons Savannah, maybe a break—"

"Goodnight Bruce, you can analyze me another day," she said with a small smile, and a wave to Tony.

Savannah slowly traveled to her room, thoughts consuming her mind. She hadn't been able to uncover any of the memories locked deeply in her mind in months. Those memories weren't really hers; there was no way they could be. The settings weren't something she'd seen in any of her twenty-one years, but Bruce had a theory that maybe they were her memories. Maybe they were from another life.

Savannah could believe many things, but that wasn't one of them simply because that would mean accepting something she didn't want to. Even if past lives existed, she should not be able to remember them.

When she entered her spacious and slightly disorganized room her mind began to settle. This had been her home for three years; it was a reflection of her. She moved there back in late 2012 after the building had been remodeled. At first it was only Bruce and Tony, sometimes Pepper, around the tower's living area.

Savannah wasn't apart of the Avengers Initiative but Fury had promised to help her find a way to put her powers to greater use. She'd met the other Avengers over the years, and they were welcoming. They'd only recently began to reside in the tower, due to starting a, now completed, quest to find Loki's scepter. She hadn't realized that that entailed months of taking down HYDRA bases but she wasn't one to complain.

Sav had JARVIS put the room in what she referred to as night mode, where the windows became tinted and the lights dimmed to a soft glow. She sat in the center of her bed, tossing her suit onto her drawers.

Sighing she closed her eyes, waiting for something, anything really. Unsurprisingly she was presented with absolutely nothing. On previous occasions she'd been plagued with unfamiliar voices and faces, but again she'd seen nothing. Of course she still meditate, yet, it never seemed to have the desired affect anymore.

Savannah laid down, staring at the uninteresting ceiling, and allowing her thoughts to wander off. She thought about Pietro and his powers—his energy. She almost craved it.

Almost.

Savannah's body survived because of her powers; she'd always had them. Her body made its own fuel but not nearly enough. The missions helped because she was able to take from those who weren't innocent. It was the longest period in her life that she hadn't felt sick.

She also thought about the scepter and where'd they all go from here. Yet, she'd always be here, and she'd always be looking for a way to fix herself and find herself.

Oddly enough, she agreed with Pietro. She was a parasite. What was even worse was the nagging she'd felt when he'd said it. Savannah did what she had to do to survive but she always wanted to make certain that she was surviving with a purpose, a purpose that made this all worth it.