Flames - (avengersxreader fanfic)

Ivy is the New Gold

A long glass table with an oak base stretched across the floor from end to end. Lined with plush leather chairs filled with different Avengers. Everyone was there, well almost everyone. Bucky and Falcon weren't looking at each other, T'Challa was recoiling away from a furious Pepper in the corner of the room - some sort of barrier was around them - and Bruce was nowhere to be seen.

"Look its the fire girl," exclaims Thor his eyes bearing the same glimmer of excitement that children have on Christmas day. "

"Hey Flames, didn't you think the firework show was a bit flashy?" Rocket questions. "What gadget you hiding up your sleeve?"

"Dude you wanted my arm," exclaims Bucky. "In the middle of a battle and Flames' little tricks are too flashy for you."

"Flames," you exclaim: you though that it wasn't a bad nickname but still."My name is.."

"Flames probably learnt it in Nepal like Strange did," mentioned Peter Parker drowning out your name. Wow that was catching on fast

"For the last time Peter you don't learn it, you open your mind to it," moans an exasperated Stephen.

"Also I don't use any gadgets," you try to start again but are immediately cut off by Clint.

"Maybe Flames is one of your siblings Thor - maybe another one Odin lied to you about," he smirked while leaning forward in his seat.

"Silence mortal you do not know what you speak of *pause* are you smaller mortal, are you my sibling?" Thor addresses you in his deep booming voice.

"Well I don't know who my parents are so maybe," you state a slight quaver in your voice. You had spent so many days as a child dreaming about your mother and father. Never once had you considered that it could be a Norse god. "But most probably not."

A side door swung open

"Well then how do you explain your powers they most certainly are godly," Bruce had walked into the room. "How'd you get them?"

Finally they had asked you.

"Well I've had them as long as I can remember I assume I was born with them - though no one can tell me for certain," you start in a hushed voice, "when I was a young child I would entertain the other kids with little sparks from my fingertips - life was good until I was invited to a birthday party. After that i was branded as a monster, no kid every played with me again. I've hated my powers and really the reason I came here is because I want to use them for a purpose, I no longer want to be feared." You stare at the ground, tears misting your eyes; the memories were overwhelming.

"What happened?" asked Wanda.

"Hmm," you grimace as you raise your head upwards. She was standing there clad in a dark red leather flowing jacket, an equally red lace up shirt and tight black trousers gazing fondly at you.

"I was left out by others as well, they were scared of what I could do, what caused it for you," she smiles warmly.

"I may have turned his cake into a flaming ball of fire."

"Why was he upset, that sounds way more exciting than any party ever," Nebula states, clearly caught up in her thoughts.

"Well you were obviously not there during my party, we had 3 flame balls," laughed Drax proudly. "I enjoyed it immensely, did he?"

"Well not really, it singed his eyebrows off so he didn't like me very much again," you reply.

"Is story time done now," mentioned an irritated Rhodey - all trace of the smile gone.

"Yes of course... should I leave?"

"No, stay you could be helpful."

"Seriously we are gonna let some random teenager into our top secret stuff," it was the same voice that had spoken through the speaker. So that was Ant-Man he looked geekier than you thought.

"Hey I'm 18 and its good to finally meet you, Mr Ant-Man - you look different to what I suspected"you snap; they could visibly see smoke coming out of your ears.

"What did you expect, an antenna or maybe a little ant on my shoulder," he retorts. 

You shrug your shoulders.

"That's what I thought, anyway back to the question at hand, are we really keeping her?"

"It would be nice to have another person who hasn't seen WW2 or been to an Abba concert or still possess a Walkman ," cuts in Peter.

"Hey I'm not that old," shouts Quill.

"Can I ever finish what I am saying or am I always going to interrupted by you morons," yells Rhodey visibly frustrated.

"I wouldn't hold your breath but okay we'll listen won't we," says Bucky while motioning to everyone. They all nods their heads, you notice they all look slightly ashamed at themselves.

"Thank you Bucky, hey Strange you might want to let Pepper and T'Challa out of the mirror dimension for this."

"Sure thing Rhodey," with a flick of his wrist everyone was subjected to Peppers' scathing wrath. You noted that you should never get in her bad books.

"Pepper can you call a truce for about 10 minutes and then carry on, you'll want to hear this," shouts Rhodey over her insults.

She pauses.

"Fine but I'm not done with you so don't move an inch," she mutters while glaring at a cowering T'Challa.

"Now that everyone is here I have a very urgent matter and as long as no more gifted teens turn up we shall begin. Well really I do not have much speaking to do. Just watch this."

He pulled up a screen, it shows a dark urban Berlin alleyway full of litter and discarded bags. Suddenly a bright green flash appeared. Smoke covered the camera disappearing only after a number of seconds. A man's silhouette could be made out against the pitch black backdrop. As he steps into a the dull light cast by a street light you see that he is tall, starkly handsome man wearing a cloak of gold and green and atop his head sat an unusual helmet. It was gold and horned. Walking around a corner his attire casually morphs into a black leather jacket over a dark ivy shirt and black jeans.

-silence-

No one uttered a single word, you could be sure you heard a pin drop somewhere. Thor's eyes were full of tears.

"Brother," he whispers.