You Have My Word - Avengers: Age of Ultron Fanfiction

Chapter Seven: Party

Tony came by my room, telling me about the upcoming party that day. I sighed. Anyone that knows me knows I'm not big on parties. Too many people and too many opportunities for things to go wrong. Especially Avengers parties; who knows what can happen. Either way, I hopped out of bed and called JARVIS to attention.

"Up and at 'em, J."

"Hello, (Y/N). Do you plan to attend the party?"

"I suppose I have to. I'll probably hideout in the same place for a majority of it."

"How are you feeling."

"I'm alright, I suppose."

"All things considered, I'm guessing."

"Correct."

"I'm being called away, good luck tonight, (Y/N)."

"Thank you, JARVIS."

And he was gone, I changed into a semi-formal outfit. I've never really been one to lean completely towards fem style, but for formal, I stick to dresses. Too much work to get a proper suit and all that. So I threw on an ombre white to black mini dress and a pair of black pumps and headed out into the main room. The only person that knows where I hide is Steve; he found me there once and kept the secret between us two. My eyes turned orange as I scanned how many people were there. Far too many for my liking, so I went to hide. I hide in plain sight. There is an indent in the wall in the far corner of the room that no one ever seems to notice, so I chill out there. I tend to spend the majority of my time there, thinking to myself or talking to JARVIS.

I decided to think back to Pietro, wondering about how it felt. Being experimented on, day after day without break. And volunteering for it. I sighed. At least he and his sister were together. I know what it's like to be alone. They had each other as I have the team, so to speak anyway. I got lost in my thoughts for quite some time and decided to go explore the party. I headed around, doing my best to avoid the people that knew me, but I didn't know back. I made my way upstairs to the overhang. I saw Steve and Sam walking over the middle. I walked over, catching just the end of their conversation.

"Well, home is home, you know?"

"Hey guys."

"Hey, Guardian."

"Hello, Falcon."

We laughed, Sam and I always call each other by our superhero names for no other reason than 'just because'. Steve stepped away to go and do whatever he was doing while I caught up with Sam.

"It's been a while, huh? I feel like we haven't spoken in ages."

"It's been a minute. How you doing?"

"I'm alright. I'm sure you know about my current handicap with my dehydration."

"I heard it briefly, any ideas about how that happened?"

"No clue. I had two fluid IVs and was still dehydrated. My body just sucks up the liquid and evaporates it, I guess."

"That would be interesting. How strange. I feel like whenever I see you, you're drinking something. Be it water or juice."

"My thoughts exactly. I don't know how that happened."

"Maybe it's something else."

"That's what I keep thinking. But what else would it be?"

"Who knows."

"Enough about me, what's new with our favorite birdy?"

"Oh ha ha, nothing really new with me. Mostly just work."

"Any breaks?"

"Never."

We laugh to ourselves and he steps away. I stay up on the overhang, looking over at everyone at the party, simply thinking. I sigh as my mind wanders away to a place I haven't been in a while. I can hear the commands from my prior trainer, always telling me I'm worthless and I would be just like everyone else that he trained. I remember my powers growing so much stronger than when they awoke at just that moment, proving him quite wrong. I rubbed the side of my neck, feeling the skin that rose after the brand burned it. I shuddered, remembering the feeling of my tears flooding my eyes and dripping to the floor as I screamed out in agony. My trainer not giving a care in the world as all he wanted was for me to fight and to kill. His brand proved that I survived his training, unlike so many before and after me. I felt a tear find its way down my cheek and onto the floor below me. Why me? Why does life work the way it does? What did I ever do to deserve what I was given in life? I suppose life doesn't care about what you do and don't deserve. Just then I felt a hand on my back and my initial instinct was to grab and break the arm. But, my time with the team broke that instinct so I merely looked over my shoulder as Tony stared into my tear-filled eyes.

"Woah... are uh... are you alright?"

"Fine. Just fine, actually." I wiped away the tears and rolled my shoulders back. "What can I do for you, Tony?"

"Well, most of the people will be leaving and it'll just be a few of us and I wanted you to join. You are part of the team."

"Sure thing. Let me, uh, go fix myself up and then I'll be there."

He nodded, patting me on the back, and walked away. I headed to the main bathroom to fully wipe away my tears and fix up my hair. I didn't need to fix anything, but any time I can get away from the party is time I'll take.