OUR LIFETIME « Pietro Maximoff

3 /| dancing with a robot

[chapter three]

"SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHT," Savannah muttered, waving a hand in front of her face.

Natasha sipped on her coffee, watching the younger woman. "That's because you burned them."

Savannah sighed, starting at her charred eggs. "That's not what I'm talking about." She threw the eggs away, giving up on breakfast. "I haven't seen Tony or Bruce since we came back and that was three days ago."

"They're up there with Loki's scepter, you know that."

"Yeah," Savannah said thoughtfully. "But I know everyone's routines."

Natasha furrowed her brows. "Why?"

"The answer to that question is not important Nat, focus," Savannah replied, causing the redhead to chuckle. "They're up to something. I know it."

"Maybe you're just being paranoid," Natasha suggested.

"Maybe you're not being paranoid enough."

Natasha took another sip. "Have you slept at all this week?"

"Sleep doesn't really rejuvenate me, but yes I have."

"I should tell Bruce or maybe Athena."

Savannah's eyes widened. "He'll bench me and she'll scold me. Don't do that."

"Then start resting."

There was a pause. "I'm twenty years old y'know."

Natasha hummed. "You never let me forget it."

"And yet you always do." Savannah chuckled slightly. "Can I borrow something of yours tonight?"

"Uh no," Nat tilted her head. "You can wear the dress I bought you."

Savannah thought for a moment, recalling the dress she'd never worn. It was pretty but there was never an occasion to wear it—until now. "The blue one?"

"With the white heels," Natasha said with a nod.

Savannah sighed before heading to her room.

•••

Five hours later she found herself in the thick of the uneventful party. Savannah was probably the youngest one there by at least five to ten years. She, of course greeted the guests, many of whom she'd met before. Everyone knew her as Vitality, her alias, so she spent a lot of time saying 'please, call me Savannah' that night. There was a lot of input—too many lives to sense in one room— but she was trying to ignore it.

She also had to give Nat credit for buying such a comfortable dress, though she couldn't say the same for the strapped heels.

Savannah made her way over to the bar, where she saw a flash of vibrant red hair.

"Can you make me one too?" Savannah questioned, referring to the drink Natasha was making herself.

Nat smirked. "You're underage."

"I'll be twenty-one in three months, cut a girl some slack," she pleaded, but Natasha was already setting aside another glass.

Natasha's eyes darted along the nearly empty bar, aside from Bruce. Savannah looked at Nat weirdly. "You starting to have a thing for him?"

Nat chuckled pushing the drink to Sav. "Take your drink and go."

"I'm watching you Romanoff," Savannah joked, taking the glass and sauntering off, going to find Tony. She didn't have to look far. He was standing beside Thor, both with a drink in hand. Sav went over to them, politely saying hello to many people on the way. "You two look nice," she greeted.

"Not nearly as nice as you," Thor replied kindly.

"He's right," Tony said. Savannah smiled genuinely, taking a sip of her drink.

"I'm flattered but I'm on to you Tony."

"I swear you're even more paranoid than Natasha," Tony let out with a laugh.

She rolled her eyes before narrowing them. "Or maybe I just know you Tony." A woman came up to them, attempting to hand Tony a drink, and he didn't take it. So instead Savannah did, deliberately placing it into his hands. "He doesn't like to be handed things," she explained to the woman before she scurried away.

Tony shook his head. "I am overcoming that peeve Savannah."

She shook her head. "My brain is going haywire at the moment." Sav looked at her drink. "I'm going to look for something stronger."

•••

"But it's a trick," Clint said loudly. The entire Avengers team plus Maria, Helen and Rhodes were seated in the living room around Thor's hammer. Savannah sat near Natasha watching as their friend voiced his curiosity.

Thor smiled. "Oh, no. It's much more than that."

"Uh, 'Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power'," Clint mimicked eliciting a laugh from everyone. "Whatever man! It's a trick." He twirled a drumstick in his hands. Savannah knew that it was in fact not a joke. She could not lift the hammer to save her life.

"Well please, be my guest," Thor laughed, gaining everyone's full attention. It seemed that he was confident that no one would be able to do what he did.

"Really?" The archer asked. Savannah chuckled slightly, thanking her buzz for muting at least the mental aspect of her powers, she couldn't sense anyone around her and it was freeing.
"Yeah," Thor said giving him permission.

Rhodes smiled. "Oh this is gonna be beautiful."

"Clint, you've had a tough week, we won't hold it against you if you can't get it up," Tony joked, making everyone laugh a little too hard. Savannah set her half eaten takeout box aside, lifting her drink.

Clint grunted as he tried to lift the hammer. Nothing. Savannah choked on her drink attempting to muffle her laughter.

"Smell the silent judgement?" Tony asked, sparking a challenge.

"Please, Stark, by all means."

"Honestly, we all know how this'll end," Sav muttered, and it must've been louder than she thought because Tony shot her a look. "Hey, don't give me that." She laughed again, giddy. Of course he failed, even with the help of Rhodey and the suit arms.

When it was Bruce's turn, he roared causing everyone besides Nat to become wary.

Then it was Steve's turn. "Let's go Steve, no pressure," Tony spoke, only adding to the pressure.

Steve tried lifting the hammer, and it budged but only a little. Everyone's jaws dropped, and Thor's eyes widened. Yet, Steve still couldn't pick it up.

Nervously, Thor laughed. "Nothing."

"That was definitely something," Savannah murmured eyes wide, and she wondered if maybe he could pick it up.

"Widow?" Someone asked.

"Oh, no no. That's not a question I need answered," she said, sitting back and sipping her drink.

"And you Sav?" Clint questioned. She immediately shook her head. There was a chorus of sounds of disappointment.

Her brown skin shined under the lights as she shrugged her shoulders. "Been there done that, and unsurprisingly I am not worthy." A few more words were exchanged before a loud screeching noise erupted from the other side of the room. Everyone flinched before turning in the direction of the noise

"Worthy?" A chilling voice drawled in question. "No, how could you be worthy? You're all killers."

The voice made Savannah sober up slightly and the fact that it was a machine brought her further into alertness. She moved forward, shaking her hands out, a soft blue glow beginning to emit from her hands. She wasn't prepared to have to use her powers tonight, but she would if she had to.

And she would have to.