You are a HYDRA experiment. You were made from Steve's, Pietro's and Bucky's DNA. They wanted another woman so that people underestimated you. So they added a little bit of Wanda's too. You are captured by the Avengers at 20 years of age. But little...
(After everyone had been aquainted, Tony and Tina had soon gotten bored and decided to play a game to embarrass everyone.)
"I wanna do a talent show." I whined.
I get what I want when I whine.
"Fine." They both groaned.
"What if we did a routine with selected partners?"
"Sure."
Everyone went in groups, apart from me, as Becky went with Bucky, Steph and Steve.
Natasha went with Nathaniel.
Wanda went with Wandro and Pietro.
Clint went with Kat.
Tony went with Tina.
Bruce went with She-hulk.
Loki went with Lokia.
Thor went with Thira.
So, I was the only solo act.
"I go last as I'm going solo!" I called out.
"your like your father!" Shouted Bucky and Steph.
"Oh haha." Steve said sarcastically.
That gave me an idea for my routine.
"Someone have a guitar?" I asked.
"I do." Said Steve.
It looks just like mine.
"It'll work perfectly." I said, stroking the side of the instrument.
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(Time skip. 'Cause I'm lazy.)
It was my turn and I had just come out of my room from getting changed. (First image.)
I was going to sing the song that I wrote in the war.
It inspired the world for the 'Star spangled man with a plan' song.
"Who's strong and brave, here to save the American way?" I sang sadly.
"This broke, not just mine but Becky's heart back in the war." Steph muttered.
"Who vows to fight all they can for what's right night and day? Who will campaign door to door for America? Carry the flag shore to shore for America? Who's there to offer a hand? Who won't ignore that there's still 90 more to set free? Who will rewind us, remind us, of integrity? Who will indeed lead the call for America? Who'll Rise or fall, give their all, for America? Who's there to show that we can? Who'll speak for those who can't say? Are we so sure that freedom is still the American way? Who's there to fight for our right, for our hopes and our hearts? Who will break us and make us with un-separate parts? Who'll make up for what we lack in America? Is there a thing such as Captain America? Who'll finish what they began? Who'll speak up and make a stand? Where's the star spangled man with a plan? Who's strong and brave, here to save the American way...?"
In a nervous flurry, I ran off stage and into my room.
A while later, a knock came at my door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's Clint!" He called from the other side of the door.
"Clint, or Kat?"
"Both."
"Come in."
"Go on."
"Pardon?" they both asked.
"Go on! Laugh at me!" I cried.
They exited the room in an awkward silence and left me in my room, sobbing uncontrollably until I fell asleep.
