Illusions And Chaos

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Archer Jones=Meghan Ory
Wanda Maximoff=Elizabeth Olsen
All Marvel characters by their respective actor.

Archer climbed through her bedroom window being as quiet as possible. That was hard given the fact that she had twisted her ankle, her hands were cut from fighting and it was 2am. Another thing that didn't help was the fact that her room was really just a converted attic. Sure it was nice and comfortable, but sneaking in and out of the top floor window every other night was starting to take a toll on the young girl.

Being 18 and not having enough money to move out, she still lived with her foster parents. When she had only been 12 years old her biological parents had died in a raging inferno. Somehow the young Archer had managed to survive the horrific accident and was rescued by the fire officers. Since then she had been in a procession of foster families and living on the streets. Finally, a family had taken her in and were hoping to adopt her. Archer didn't have a problem with that, just so long as they understood everything about the current relationship would remain the same.

She sat down on her bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Being a vigilante was not all it was cut out to be. Archer first discovered her powers when she was eleven. She could; move objects with her mind, create utterly convincing illusions both physical and and mental, and control/create fire. They had come as a shock to her but over time she had learnt to control the powers inside her. Of course, she hadn't told her parents about it. They were extremely religious people and would have most likely abandoned her on the streets. When she was twelve, her parents had tragically died and she was thrown into the foster system. That had sent her into a spiral of depression. She wanted no one else to feel as hopeless as she had on that first night in a group home.

That's why she did what she did. She fought the fights that The Avengers couldn't be there to fight. She fought for every person in New York incapable of fighting for themselves. She fought for the freedom of those who were different.

As she took off her signature black buff and let down her long brown hair, she looked over to her nightstand at the picture of her and her parents. She had been nine at the time it was taken and it was one of the best memories she had. That day the family of three had gone out for ice cream and watched the fireworks on the fourth of July. To Archer, nothing could seem more perfect.

After a few minutes of reminiscing she gave in to exhaustion and floated down through the layers of sleep.