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To say I'd had a hard life would be a massive understatement.
My parents died in front of me, but I was so little that their faces are blurry when I try to think about them. All I had was my angry siblings after that, angry at the world and the man they thought took our parents from us, angry that I'd grow up without them. Then we were pulled into the experiments for a group called Hydra. From that pain came power like no other. Then the Avengers showed up, we switched sides, and... I lost my brother.
Keep in mind that I was 5 at this point. I grew up fast. I had to.
After all of that pain and mourning came some stability. An education, permanent home, and a family to replace the one I had been losing in rapid succession.
But all families have problems. My sister made a mistake on a mission and because of it, the world was out for our blood. Wanda's for obvious reasons, and mine because my powers were so similar to hers and I was too young to handle them.
After the second worst week of my life, I was whisked off to a country called Wakanda to be hidden away and stay safe from the world sa they tried to hunt us down.
Half of my family wanted to arrest me- more likely, they just wanted me under their care again- and the other half had to leave me alone. Even Wanda changed her appearance and bid me goodbye. They didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves, and that meant splitting up.
Being honest my time in Wakanda was some of the best years of my life. I was well provided for in the palace, I was getting not only a general education, but an education in controlling my powers, and for the third time I found myself a family in the Udaku family. They were kind, and accepting, and everything I so desperately needed when I missed what I had. Especially Shuri. She was so different from Wanda, but even just calling her my sister made the hole in my heart feel exponentially smaller.
Those two years of peace led up to the day my sister returned, along with the rest of Team Cap. They were tired, bruised, and Vision couldn't even walk by himself, but they were back.
"Wanda!" I cried, sprinting out of the palace to tackle her in the tightest hug I could muster.
"(Y/n)," she kneeled down and hugged me back with the same fervor. She was drained, physically and emotionally, that much I could sense, but none of that seemed to matter because we were together again, "I missed you. I'm so sorry I had to leave."
"I understand," and I did. A lot of people took my age as a sign that I was too young to understand the world around me, but that was far from the truth, "But you aren't back here just to see me, are you?"
