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"This is stupid." I grumble messing with my tea that was sitting in front of me. My forest green eyes are hidden behind the dark pair of sunglasses and my brown hair is in a tight bun on top of my head.

Wanda chuckles in front of me. "Be patient." Natasha scolds me over the ear piece.

I roll my eyes and zone out once everyone starts talking. I never enjoyed these parts of missions. Actually I don't really like missions in general. I always wanted a normal life but I never was able to have one.

My dad always made sure I was hidden in shield because he was scared of what my powers would do if I lost control. I don't hate him for it and I never will it's still just something I wish.

"Go now! He's not going for the police!" Steve yells through the intercom making me jump to my feet. Soldiers start to shoot up the courtyard making everyone duck. "Letta." Nat says giving me a look. "Got it." I say. As I start walking up to the soldiers they turn towards me and smirk.

I heard Steve yell at Nat through the ear piece but I ignored it. As soon as I saw them pull the triggers of their guns I put up a force field making the bullets bounce back at them hitting them knocking them down.

I turn around and start to take down one of the trucks. "Empty." I state and so does Sam. "Fuck." Natasha yells making me look at her struggling before I could go over I am knocked down onto the ground causing the air to be knocked out of me.

A soldier looks down with me his foot pressed hard against my chest. My fingers start to move making me smirk and I turn invisible knocking the soldier down walking alway.

I heard a bomb go off and I notice Steve was over there and I let out a scream running toward the bomb to try to contain it but Sam holds me back.

Wanda gets the explosion controlled making me relax but she looses control having the explosion hit the building and I could hear the screams of the people.

"Sam we need fire and rescue now on the south side of the building." I hear Steve state San let's go of me to go get help and I look over at Wanda to see her on her knees crying.

Slowly I walk over and pull her into a bone crushing hug and she accepts it hugging me back sobbing on my shoulder.

"It's all my fault." She cries in her sovokian accent.

"No. No it's not."

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Wanda and I sit on the couch and watch the Lagos news report as they blame Wanda for the accident.

"This isn't fair it's not your fault. Your just a kid." I mumble shaking my head. The TV is turned off and I hear Steve clear his throat.

"You're younger than her Letta." Steve states sitting in front of both of us.

"It's my fault Wanda. I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it." Steve says giving Wanda a reinsuring smile.

"It was my fault too. I shouldn't have left you alone to deal with it." My voice is filled with guilt knowing it is true.

"This job... We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, next time... maybe nobody gets saved." Steve explains to us making me nod my head.

Before I could reply vision comes through the wall giving me a heart attack. "Vis. I swear to god." I groan causing Wanda to chuckle.

"Mr Rodgers, Mr Stark is here." Steve thanks vision and we all walk down to the meeting room to see Stark and Secretary Ross.

"Great the douche is here." I mumble making Wanda laugh lightly.

I turn around and sit in the hall way catching my breath. I have always hated Ross. He's been a dick to me since I got to shield at the age of 8.

He hated Coulson for adopting me, and just hated me for 'distracting' Coulson. Someone sits in front of me and I look up to see Steve's blue eyes looking down at me.

"You know I thought you died. I heard the bomb and I was going to run into the building but Sam stopped me." I chuckle lightly at my stupidity.

"I'm not going anywhere you know that. I would never do that to you." Steve says giving me a small smile.

"I've heard that before Cap. Don't make promises you can't keep. But your like my father. My dad was so in love with you that when I finally met you when I was 10, before the New York attack, before he died.... I felt like I already knew you. I know you only deal with me because of my dad. I feel like you blame yourself so you try to repay him by taking care of me." The words leave my mouth without my permission. Steve sighs and pulls me into a fatherly hug.

"I deal with you because I had grown attached to you when I first met you. You were the only one who made me feel normal. You're my daughter, not by blood or by law but by heart. I promised Nick that I would take care of you, I never got to promise your dad that, but I would have if I could. And I don't think you would have liked living on a farm with Clint." Steve jokes making me laugh. We pull away and I nod my head.

"Okay lets go her what the ass face has to say." I state jumping up.

"Language."