Maximovahill

You come around finding you’re mom laid beside you gasping for breath. “Mom? Mamma? What do I do? Please! Tell me what to do I don’t-“ you cry out terrified of what might happen.

“Shh little bean it’s okay I’m right here” your mom places her hand against your face and you lean into her touch.

“Please don’t leave me I can’t lose you mamma! Please” you turn your mom onto her back and place pressure on her stomach but there’s too much blood for your little hands. You cry out for your papa and keep talking to your mom trying to keep her eyes open “Y/n, Princess it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay. Look at m- look at me sweetheart…I love you so so much okay? I love you and it’s not your fault okay? No matter what you may think, this is not your fault. You have been the most amazing daughter any mamma could ever ask for and don’t you stop. It’s going to be hard but I’m going to be here with you every step of the way, I love you okay?”

“I love you too mamma all the way to Pluto and back” you sob out while holding her stomach

“I love you most” your mom looks over your shoulder, snaps off her locket and puts it in your hand, the next thing you know your mamma is taking her last breath and you’re getting lifted into the air by your uncle Rhodey and carried away onto a rooftop screaming for your mamma. Your papa hardly spoke to you after that.

He pushed everything into the hands of pepper. The company and you. She looked after you, she cooked breakfast, made sure you got to school on time, helped you with your homework and comforted you when you had nightmares about your mamma. Over time tony got more and more distant, spending all his time in the labs, not even acknowledging you when you’re in the room or coming to special school events, it was all pepper. Over time you got used to it. You got used to the sly comments blaming you for your moms death, you got used to your birthdays being forgotten when pepper was away on business and she couldn’t make it.

After the Malibu house got blown up in 2012 you were 16 and you got kidnapped by hydra and got experimented on.

During your time in hydra you heard things about the avengers and how your dad is one of them. They trained you on each and every one of them. Names, birthdays, skills, location etc. so when you escaped from Hydra you knew exactly where to go… Stark industries, or better known yet… The Avengers tower.

A/N

You come around finding you’re mom laid beside you gasping for breath. “Mom? Mamma? What do I do? Please! Tell me what to do I don’t-“ you cry out terrified of what might happen.

“Shh little bean it’s okay I’m right here” your mom places her hand against your face and you lean into her touch.

“Please don’t leave me I can’t lose you mamma! Please” you turn your mom onto her back and place pressure on her stomach but there’s too much blood for your little hands. You cry out for your papa and keep talking to your mom trying to keep her eyes open “Y/n, Princess it’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay. Look at m- look at me sweetheart…I love you so so much okay? I love you and it’s not your fault okay? No matter what you may think, this is not your fault. You have been the most amazing daughter any mamma could ever ask for and don’t you stop. It’s going to be hard but I’m going to be here with you every step of the way, I love you okay?”

“I love you too mamma all the way to Pluto and back” you sob out while holding her stomach

“I love you most” your mom looks over your shoulder, snaps off her locket and puts it in your hand, the next thing you know your mamma is taking her last breath and you’re getting lifted into the air by your uncle Rhodey and carried away onto a rooftop screaming for your mamma. Your papa hardly spoke to you after that.

He pushed everything into the hands of pepper. The company and you. She looked after you, she cooked breakfast, made sure you got to school on time, helped you with your homework and comforted you when you had nightmares about your mamma. Over time tony got more and more distant, spending all his time in the labs, not even acknowledging you when you’re in the room or coming to special school events, it was all pepper. Over time you got used to it. You got used to the sly comments blaming you for your moms death, you got used to your birthdays being forgotten when pepper was away on business and she couldn’t make it.

After the Malibu house got blown up in 2012 you were 16 and you got kidnapped by hydra and got experimented on.

During your time in hydra you heard things about the avengers and how your dad is one of them. They trained you on each and every one of them. Names, birthdays, skills, location etc. so when you escaped from Hydra you knew exactly where to go… Stark industries, or better known yet… The Avengers tower.

A/N

It’s been over a year now since that rainy night. The time really must have flown by, because you've grown so much since then. Your first few months in Avengers tower hadn’t been very eventful. For the most part, you only interacted with Steve and Natasha, plus a few people on the medical staff to assess your route health. They didn’t press you about your past, which you were grateful for. Over time your nightmares started to subside, but they would never disappear for good. That was just a given.

Once Natasha and Steve had gained your trust, (and you understood that no one was turning you into Hydra) your “job” became telling Nat and Steve everything you could recall about hydra that may be of use to them. For the first few weeks you didn’t come up with much at first, but once Natasha started some basic training with you, more seemed to come back. You recalled doing physical training before the experiments, and some of the things your chapters had talked about during those sessions.

While training with Natasha, you grew closer with her. She taught you how to defend yourself without relying on your powers, which you didn’t have the best track record of using. Natasha trusted you and that made you trust her. She also was your main caretaker. She was the one making sure you were fed, bathed, and rested every day. She explained that she did it because she knows it was easy to slip into a bad headspace and forget to do it yourself.

She became something like a mentor or older sister in a way, although you still couldn’t recall having any older siblings. She helped your personality come back and she showed you how to have a semi-normal life while staying hidden. She takes you on outings and shows you her favorite movies and shows, and eventually, Steve started to join you and do the same.

And with a little more time, you met and formed relationships with the other Avengers. You would sometimes sit with Tony and Bruce in the lab, or practice your marksmanship with Clint in the shooting range. You especially enjoyed spending time with Thor, because he loved showing you all his favorite things about mid-guard. He was especially excited to share coffee and pop tarts with you. In this time with the Avengers, they trained you, cared about you, and helped you become a person again when you felt like you would only be a science experiment.

All of this changed after the raid to get the scepter.

The raid had ultimately been a success. It was now out of Hydra’s hands and they couldn’t run any more twisted experiments with it. You couldn’t ignore the shiver that ran through your spine as you watched Thor carry it to the lab. You had moved into the living space after that, which is where Natasha found you. She walked into the room, still in her gear, and sat on the arm of the couch.

“So, the mission went well,” you commented, your hand resting in your palm. She nodded with a tired sigh and stretched out her neck.

“Yeah, for the most part,” she sounded strained, but in a way that was caused by something other than post-mission stress. You bit the inside of your cheek, furrowing your brow.

“What happened?” you asked her in a mild whisper. Natasha let out a breath and turned to you head-on.

“We need to ask you a couple of things,” she admitted and you felt your stomach go hollow.

-*-

The conference room was quiet when you walked in, too quiet for your liking, especially with this group of people. You never liked gatherings like this. They incited anxiety in you that you disliked most people to see. You got a couple of nods and a smile from Maria, who was controlling the big tv screen on the back wall of the room.

“Did I do something wrong,” you whispered to Natasha, who stood to your right. She gave you a worried look and shook her head. Before she could say anything reassuring, Maria started her presentation. As she started, pictures of a man and woman appeared on the screen. The photos changed as she spoke, but they always focused on the same pair.

“Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. Twins were orphaned after the bombing of their apartment in Sokovia. Later ‘radicalized’ by Strucker and his words, they volunteered for testing, like you,” Maria nodded towards you and you felt your calves tense. Nat placed a hand on your shoulder for support. “After testing, Pietro developed something like super speed and Wanda formed telekinetic abilities,” she finished. Steve and the other Avengers are tuned to you now with expectant eyes.

“Do you know them, y/n?” Steve asked gently. You seemed surprised, rightfully so, but shook your head.

“No. I don’t think I remember them,” they watched you as though they expected more from you, exchanging glances. “I was part of the first test group, but I hadn’t been at that location long. I was shipped in with a few other subjects, but I don’t remember any twins. I’m sorry,” you glanced down at your feet and nat squeezed your shoulder.

“That’s ok, y/n. You’ve been a lot of help already,” Thor assured you from his place. He gave you a wide, rather goofy grin that you couldn’t help smile at, even though she felt bad for not being more helpful.

“Thanks again, y/n,” Maria offered as Nat started to steer you out of the room. Once outside the glass walls and prying eyes, you felt yourself relax some and Nat patted your back.

“You did good,” Nat assured you. You nodded with a sigh.

“I wish I could help more though,”

“Don’t push yourself. Without you, we wouldn’t have found Strucker and the scepter,” she insisted. She had that stern voice she used when you were being too hard on yourself. “And don’t worry about the twins. We can handle them later. Right now, you need to focus on getting ready for Tony’s party, which he is still insisting on having,” Nat rolled her eyes with a smile and you couldn’t help a small giggle that slipped out.

-*-

Unsurprising to you or anyone, you didn’t seem to be much of a party type. You were fine talking with people you knew, but when strangers tried to start a conversation you fell quiet. With that in mind, you mostly stuck with Natasha or Steve for the night and they don’t seem to mind. You follow Steve as he gets an update from Sam about the search for the Winter soldier, who was better known as Bucky to the group.

“My offer still stands, Sam. I could help you,” you sang with a grin. The falcon rolls his eyes at your antics but smiles.

“Are you even old enough to be here?” he questions, then glances down at the drink in your hand. “Are you old enough to be drinking that?” he adds, taking the drink from your hand. You scoff and roughly take it back from him and take a swig of it to prove your point.

“As far as we know I’m more than old enough,” you grumble back. You turn to Steve, who has remained silent throughout this debate. “I can help him look, you know that,” Steve arches his brow in amusement at your confidence and you seith at his reaction. Looking between the two men, you finish the rest of your drink much faster than you probably should and point to Sam.

“I bet I could find him before you,” You challenge and both men start to make hollering sounds as though you’ve been called down to the principal's office in middle school.

“Oh really, you think you can? How about we make a wager,” Sam starts but Steve shakes his head, placing a hand on your shoulder and removing the now empty glass from your fist. You look up at him as he smiles but continues to shake his head.

“I think that’s enough challenging for you, y/n. Why don’t you go find Natasha,” he offers and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t pass her off to their mother, Steve,” Sam interjects, clearly more amused with himself than you think he should be. You opened your mouth tin make another retort but Steve was already turning you away. You turned to get another look at Sam, who was giving you a smug look as he waved and you let out a frustrated groan.

“I’m gonna get him someday and he won’t know what hit him,” you grumbled, pounding a fist into your open palm. You hear Steve laugh behind you.

“Don’t fight Sam. I don’t need the two of you breaking bones,” he sounds like an old father tired of his kid’s bickering, but you don’t seem to notice. He watches as you grumble under your breath, seemingly plotting Sam’s demise. “How much have you had to drink?” he questions.

“I dunno, not much. Two, three drinks,” you brush him off with a shrug. “Oh! Natasha and I did shots before the party though. She said it was for my nerves,” you said with a snort and Steve nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll do it. Why don’t we go see Nat and get you some ice water? Does that sound good?”

“You’d know all about ice water, wouldn’t you,” you snorted again and poked at his bicep.

-*-

“Nat! Come on, I don’t want any more ice. It’s making me cold,” you complained. You were slumping on a bar stool with one of those tiny black straws poking out your mouth as you frowned at the redhead meaning the bar. Nat rolled her eyes with a grin.

“Good, that’s what it's supposed to do. I don’t want to deal with you crying again because you drank too much.”

“But I thought you liked taking care of me,” you quipped back with a smirk. Nat shook her head but didn’t hide the smile on her lips. The party had finished by now, leaving only the team to mingle amongst one another. Nat walked out from behind the bar towards the seating area and you slid off your stool to follow.

The boys had started discussing the logistics of Thor’s hammer as Natasha got comfortable on the couch. You followed suit once more, only you ended up on your back with your head in her lap. It was a position the two of you had gotten used to over the past year. It came naturally to you at this point. Natasha gently ran her fingers through your hair and you hummed with contentment.

Clint was the first to attempt lifting the hammer, followed by Tony, who eventually resorted to using his glove, then inciting Rhodes' help. By now you had both eyes closed, peeking out periodically you smirk since you knew it wouldn’t work. When Baner went and began to rage like he was going to transform into Hulk, you sat up on your elbows, but laughed gently and got comfortable in Nat’s lap again.

When Steve went, that’s when things got interesting. There was the slightest movement and an audible sigh from Thor, but you didn’t say anything about it.

“Widow?” Bruce asked once Steve was done. She looked up from her drink and around at the gathering around her, before smirking down at you.

“Oh, no-no. That's not a question I need answered,” she stated simply and you made a whooping sound, clinking your now emptied ice water with her drink. A few of the boys laughed and others booed, but Maria and Helen seemed to be in agreement with the two of you.

“All deference to the man who wouldn't be king, but it's rigged,” Tony quipped in response.

“You bet your ass” Clint chimed in, and Maria was the first to chime in on the group's new favorite joke.

“Steve, he said a bad language word,” you snorted and rolled over on Nat’s lap so you were on your right side, facing the group.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, dad? Is he gonna get time out?” you yelled rather than spoke as you pointed at him with your straw, which you had been chewing on since you sat down. Tony pestered Thor about the handle being imprinted, but when the god expressed that none of them were worthy, there was a chorus of upset.

The moment was soon halted by a screeching sound from the tower’s speakers, causing the group to cringe and cover their ears. It faded away and defenses were up amongst the group. A decrepit, distorted creature that appeared to be an old Iron Legion suit crept its way out of the lab and into the living room. It was dripping with what looked like oil and faint sparks popped out of broken wires.

“Worthy... No, how could you be worthy? You're all killers,” its voice is fake, mechanical. It clearly belongs to the defaulted suit, but it almost sounds like it’s coming from the air around you. The team is on their feet now, and Natasha has moved in front of you. You’re not sure she’s even aware of this, but now isn’t the time to ask.

“Stark,” Steve bites. He’s on edge. You all are.

“Jarvis,” Tony states. He’s talking to the machine.

“I'm sorry, I was asleep. Or... I was a-dream?” the machine hiss’. It poses it as a question.

“Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit,” Tony informs his suit, but the machine doesn’t change.

“There was a terrible noise... and I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy,” it says and you feel your breath stop for a moment. You reach for Natasha’s hand and she readily lets you have it.

“You killed someone?” Steve asks. There's shaking in his voice.

“Wouldn't have been my first call. But, down in the real world, we're faced with ugly choices,” the machine seems relaxed, like killing someone is something it had on its Sunday to-do list.

“Who sent you?” Thor asks.

"’ I see a suit of armor around the world.’" It’s not the machine. It's a recording of Tony.

“Ultron,” Baner seems to realize.

“In the flesh. Or, no, not yet. Not this... chrysalis. But I'm ready. I'm on a mission,” Ultron’s serious now. The tension in the air seems to thicken around you and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

“What mission?” Natasha asks, squeezing your hand.

“Peace in our time,” all hell breaks loose after that.

-*-

Once he leaves, the team reconvene in the lab. You keep to yourself in a corner, quiet. Natasha had been the one to get you out along with Baner. She was worried about him turning green and you making a yellow light monster that would blind everyone, or she worried you’d leave your body out of stress. You began to zone out once nuclear codes were brought up, and it wasn’t till Thor was holding Tony in the air that you came back to reality.

“Trail went cold about a hundred miles out but it's headed north, and it has the scepter. Now we have to retrieve it, again,” Thor yelled and you felt. your whole body tense.

“He has the scepter?” no one heard you ask, but you didn’t expect them to. They began to bicker again once Tony’s plan for a “suit around the world” was revealed. Steve was the one to finish the debate.

“Thor's right. Ultron's calling us out. And I'd like to find him before he's ready for us. The world's a big place. Let's start making it smaller,”

-*-

“No, you’re not coming,” Natasha said again. You had followed her into the gear room, arguing that you should be able to come and help.

“I can help Nat. You need me. I’ll stay out of the way and fight from a distance-

“The answer is no, y/n, ok? I’m not risking you out there. Not when we’re fighting a crazy intelligence that Tony made, or with those magic twins. You aren't ready for that,” she argued as she packed her bags with a wide array of weapon options.

“Nat, please. You trained me, you know better than anyone what I can do,” you insisted. Nat spun around now, grabbing you by the shoulders with a look you'd never seen before.

“You're right, I know what you can do, and I know what you can’t do. You can’t handle this yet,” her words were serious, and they hurt. You furrowed your brow at her, pressing your lips in a fine line as you screwed up your face in frustration.

“I can handle a robot,” you said firmly.

“You can’t handle those twins. They’re looking for someone strong, stronger than Strucker. They will be with him, I know it. You aren't ready for them. You’re not ready for Wanda.” you were gritting your teeth now, your hands balled into fists.

“How do you-”

“Tell me, y/n. What are you going to do when she messes with your mind? Gets into your head and makes you see all those bad things again? What if she shows you all the things you can’t remember and the recollection is too much for you and you go crazy? What am I supposed to do with you then? Stick you in a room for the rest of your life? What would you do if she took over your mind, making you attack us? What would you do?” she bites at you, and you freeze. Natasha had never spoken to you like that. She’d never made you feel so small and insignificant like that, and you knew she instantly regretted it from the sad realization in her eyes.

Watching teenagers dance with one another never ceased to be boring. Awkward at times, definitely, but never boring. The dance had only been in full swing for a little less than an hour, but Darcy had already roughly split up two couples who had gotten a little to pg-13 with their dance moves. In moments like this, you were thankful for being assigned to watch the dancefloor with Darcy. She had no shame in interrupting the more intimate couples that you noticed and were too awkward to talk to.

“This room reeks of hormones,” Darcy whispered to you when you walked back to her with two cups of punch in hand as she leaned against the gym wall. You shrugged, handing one cup to her and sipping the other.

“That’s to be expected at a high school dance,” you retorted, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you leaned against the wall beside your friend. Darcy sighed and let her head drop to your shoulder. You smiled, resting your cheek against her temple in kind. You felt her smile against your shoulder as she snuck an arm around your waist. “Careful, Lewis. People might start to talk,” you whispered only for her to hear. She snorted with laughter, nearly spilling her drink.

“Good. There isn’t enough juicy drama around here,” You rolled your eyes as Darcy laughed at her joke.

“What do you mean there isn’t enough drama around here? Just yesterday I heard that two freshmen were caught in the bathroom doing something rather unholy as my grandmother would say,” you mumbled your punch, making Darcy snort.

“I heard about that! Wasn’t it Monica who caught them?”

“Unfortunately, yes, it was,” The history teacher confirmed as she slouched against the gym wall beside you. Darcy removed herself from your shoulder and leaned across your front to shove Monica’s upper arm as she gawked.

“Get out!” She practically yelled over the DJ.

“God, that next class was far more awkward than I’d like to admit,” Monica sighed with a laugh.

“Hey, we’re all only human,” Darcy reached out her drink to you to cheers. You clicked your plastic cup against her own and smirked with an arched brow at your snickering friend.

“You're as bad as these kids, you know that?”

“And somehow I’m qualified to be a teacher,” she said right as she drained her cup of punch, tossing it into an overflowing bin not too far from you. The science teacher sighed with content, blowing a strand of hair from her forehead as the song over the loudspeaker changed. She perked up as she seemed to recognize the song and she grinned at you. “Oh shit, do you know what it is?” she asked you as she gently started to sway. You glanced at Monica, who was watching Darcy before you realized.

“‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You’? I didn’t take you to be a ‘60’s fan, Lewis” you questioned as Frankie Valli began to sing over the loudspeaker.

“There are millions of little secrets you don’t know about me, Superstar!” Darcy jeered with an excited grin and grabbed your hand, pulling you to the dance floor.

“Woah, Darcy no way!” You laughed as she shook her head.

“Oh no, I said I was treating you like a princess tonight, and princess’ get to dance, at least once,” she insisted, bringing your left hand up to her shoulder as her hand found your waist, your free hands intertwining together as you began to say to the music on the edge of the dancefloor. As the tempo began to kick up at the chorus, the gym was filled with echoing singing from the dancing students. Darcy joined in as well, wiggling her hips as she got in your face, practically yelling the words as you laugh.

“I love you, baby! And if it's quite alright, I need you, baby! To warm the lonely night, I love you, baby, trust in me when I say,” her voice was loud and clear in your ears, the lyrics complement making you blush as the science teacher planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Darcy!” you scolded with a joking shove, laughter still kicking up in your voice.

“I can’t help it!” She called back as the music went on. The course was starting again, but instead of singing, there was a yelling commotion. Darcy let go of your waist and turned around to see what might be going on behind her. The crowd of students had stopped dancing and huddled around something going on in the middle. You shoved your way past Darcy and into the group of students. “y/n! Wait!” you heard Darcy call as the song ended and the music stopped, leaving echoed yelling as the only sounds in the gym.

“Step aside, please!” you called as you forced your way through the crowd and to the center, where you found the source. Two boys who you didn’t know were in a fistfight as one girl, in particular, screamed for them to stop. One was blond and much bigger than the other, who you figured didn’t stand any kind of chance in the scrap.

You watched in horror as the blond boy grabbed hold of the other’s shirt, forcing him to the ground as his fist raised for a punch.

“Hey, Hey!” You yelled, your voice straining ever so slightly. What followed was a blur and you weren’t exactly sure how it transpired, but you somehow forced yourself between the boys, pulling the one off the other’s shirt, sending him to the ground with a thump. As you turned your head to tell the blond boy to stop, there was a kinetic pain inflicted on your jaw, and next you knew, you were on the hardwood as well.

The whole gym seemed to collectively gasp before it drowned into immediate hushed silence. You blinked a few times in a failed attempt to clear your head. You stared in a dizzying state at your hands, which were firmly pressed to the floor with spread fingers in an attempt to steady yourself as you sat on your knees.

You barely heard the collective mumblings of shocked students over the growing ringing in your ears. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your body lurch to the right, and expected to hit the floor once more. Instead, you felt another body pressed firmly against your own as two voices did crowd control around you.

You were guided into a more seated position on the floor as the person before you took your hands and started to repeat your name in an attempt to get your attention. You squeezed your eyes shut once more and reached up to hold your head. Your hands were stopped by a gentle touch around either of your wrists, bringing your hands down to your lap once more.

“y/n, dear, can you look at me?” you managed to hear as the ringing in your ears subsided, but your vision still seemed to be empaired by the commotion. All you could make out of the person before you was dark hair (?) and the color purple.

“Harkness?” you wheezed, squinting your eyes as they slowly strived to focus. The figure nodded and seemed to smile.

“Yes, it's me, y/n,” she whispered. You heard Darcy yell for the crowd to move back and you instinctively turned to try and find her. A hand came up to cup your left cheek, turning your face back to Harkness. “Focus on me, hun, ok? Keep your eyes on me,” her voice wavered ever so slightly, as though your current state worried her. Somehow that idea was baffling. You sniffed through your nose, which made you realize just how much your face hurt.

“I got punched, didn’t I?” You asked with a slight chuckle. Your vision had fully adjusted now and you noted that the lights had been turned on and the students moved to the far side of the gym, leaving you on the floor with Harkness in front of you.

“You shouldn’t have,” Harkness said rather bitterly. You arched a brow in surprise but she didn’t seem to notice. “Monica went to grab a first aid kit at the front desk. We’ll go patch you up when she gets back,”

“I feel fine,” you lied through your teeth and Hanrkess had to poorly stifle a loud laugh.

“y/n, you have a bloody lip, two bloody knees, and I’m under the impression that one of your heels has broken,” she informed you with a smirk. You shift your position so you can get a good look at your knees and shoes to find that she is completely correct in her assessment. You poke at your broken heel, which is still hanging on by a thread with a frown.

“Well, shit. I loved these shoes,” you grumbled.

“Here, let’s get those off,” Harkness scooted forward and gently took your ankle, glancing up at you to make sure you were alright, you swallowed heavily and nodded as she proceeded, removing your broken heels from your feet as Monica arrived beside you.

“Damn, y/n, you really took a hit,” Monica murmured, her dark eyes softening with a familiar worrying look. You managed to smile and shrugged as the two history teachers helped you to your feet.

“I’m alright, promise,” Monica parted her lips to argue, only to be interrupted, much to your surprise as well as the history teachers.

“Monica, I’m taking y/n to the bathroom and we’ll get her fixed up. If you could help Dr. Lewis and Mr. Woo with the student’s that would be very much appreciated,” Harkness sounded rather curt, like she was declaring that she’d be the one to care for you rather than asking. Monica glanced your way and you gave a hesitant nod, telling her that you'd be fine.

“Alright. But call if you need anything at all,” Monica nodded to you before handing you and the first aid kit off to Harkness, leaving you alone together once again. Harkness held on to the kit and your shoes in her left hand as her right wrapped around your waist to support you. You only now noticed the pain in your knees from slamming into the floor. In addition, now that you weren't in heels, Harkness had a good inch or two on you. You hadn't noticed that before.

“Feeling alright?” the professor asked, snapping you out of your daze. You took a fast breath through your nose, making your nostrils flutter ever so slightly, and nodded. She returned the gesture and pulled you against her hip before guiding you towards the bathroom, leaving the still fluttering students behind you. The students also weren't the only thing fluttering. It seemed like your heart was going a mile a minute. Extra adrenaline, you supposed.

-*-

“Oh goodness, what happened?” Wanda asked, rushing to check on you once you rounded the corner of the hall on your way to the bathroom, which she happened to be on the watch for. You gave her a weak smile as she gently touched your face, turning your chin between her fingers as she observed the damage. You may have felt Agatha’s hand tighten ever so slightly on your waist, but you easily could have imagined it. Wanda tutted with her tongue when her fingers brushed across your bruised cheek, making your breath hiss.

“y/n got in between a teenage boy love feud or something. Darcy and Jimmy are dealing with the group now, while Monica gets the whole story and calls parents” Agatha explained.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, honestly Wanda,” you reassured your worried friend as her forehead creased.

“Do you need me to help at all?” Wanda offered, glancing between the two of you.

“No-we’re fine,” Agatha answered rather quickly. She bit the skin of her lip and glanced at you as though she was waiting for you to agree. You hesitated before nodding to Wanda with a smile.

“It’s alright. We’ll be back in the gym before you know it,” you assured her.

“Wanda, why don’t you check on the gym situation. We’ll be here if anyone tries anything funny,” Agatha offered. The two teachers seemed to exchange a look and with some mild reluctance, Wanda nodded.

“Don’t be too long, and let me know if you need anything,” The Russian teacher seemed to glance your way as she said the last part. Agatha smiled now and tilted her head ever so slightly, guiding you to the bathroom.

“Will do, Mrs. Maximoff,” you said with a tiny wave as the bathroom door opened and the motion-activated lights flickered on. Agatha’s hand on your waist moved to the small of your back as she moved to get a bundle of paper towels before glancing at you.

“Alright, hop up on the counter,” she said simply. Your eyes widened slightly and you started to shake your head, which made Harkness arch her brow. “Your knees are both bleeding and I’m not crouching down while you stand. I also need a better look at your lip,” of course she was talking about the bleeding, but did her voice need to sound so heavy when she said it?

You exhaled a grumpy breath and hoisted yourself up on the bathroom counter, crossing your legs at your ankles as they swayed ever so slightly. Agatha stood to the left of you, facing the mirrored wall as she laid out the towels she had grabbed in addition to the first aid kit and your broken heels, which she had still been carrying. Opening the kit, she pulled out rubbing alcohol and a few bandaids, laying them on the counter with the rest of her little collection. She wet one of the towels and laid out her right hand like she was trying to take something from you.

“What?” you asked, giving her a confused look.

“Your leg. I need you to prop it up so I can clean it,” your look of confusion became one of embarrassed surprise and she arched her brow. “I told you I wasn’t crouching down,” she affirmed again as you readjusted, lifting your left leg so that she could grab onto your ankle. You glanced away as she pressed the damp towel to your knee, which had already started to scab over some. The towel was followed by the alcohol, which had you sucking in air between your teeth.

“Everything ok?” Harkness asked, not looking up from your knee as she made sure no debris was in the cuts. You mumbled a yes but didn’t look at her. After a while, you grew used to the sting and she put a few bandaids on, then moved on to your other knee, following the same procedure.

“How'd you get good at this?” you asked. Harkness glanced at you from the corner of her eye and smirked.

“What, you never skinned your knee as a kid?” She mumbled in response as a smirk curled on her lips. You scowled and turned your attention down to your wrinkled dress. You fumbled with the fabric, trying to smooth it out some, but to no avail. You could hear the music in the gym pick up again. It was a more popular, upbeat song. You doubted they would play any more slow songs. A shame, really.

“Alright. Knees are all done. Look up from me please hun,” she said with a sigh. Your head whipped upward and you were met with her piercing blue gaze. Had you been standing, you would have stumbled backward, but, since you were propped on the bathroom counter still, you nearly fell into the mirrored wall behind you. You realized that Harkness had gotten so close to your face by standing between your knees, and you just knew your face was bright red.

“Sorry. I didn’t expect you to be so close…” you mumbled, absently fidgeting with a loose strand of hair as your breath studied once more.

“Nothing to worry about, dear. Just keep still,” she said in something close to a whisper as her gaze flickered down to your now swollen lip. She gently wiped away the clotted blood with another wet paper towel and had you hold it as you began to bleed more. “My mother was a doctor,” Harkness said through the silence as she began to fiddle with a small band-aid that she would apply with some anti-infection cream. You looked back at her, slightly confused.

“What do you mean?” you mumbled with the towel still held over your lower lip. Harkness turned to you again, eyes fixed on your lip as she took the towel from you and replaced it with the bandage. “Keep still…” she said under her breath as she adjusted it just right. You felt your fingers tighten around the bathroom counter beneath you, so much so that you thought it might break.

“You asked before how I got so good at this. Growing up, my mother was a doctor,” Harkness reiterated. She’d finished with your lip but didn’t move away from her place between your knees. You swallowed and licked your bottom lip, your nose wrinkling at the recollection of the bandage.

“That’s good to know, I guess,” you mumbled dumbly, looking down at your lap. Harkness gently brought her hand to your chin, her other hand delicately, almost hovering over your thigh. She nudged your face upwards once more, so you had to look at her.

“You let me know if you need anything, ok Angel?” she tilted her head to the left, as though she was studying your features.

“I’m supposed to let a lot of people know if I need anything, aren't I?” you joked to try and ease the tense feeling that overtook your body.

“Then tell me first,” Harkness said simply with the softest smile that you never would have expected. You nodded into her hand and her smile grew, her perfect teeth practically sparkling.

“Good girl,” she said finally, patting your thigh before she backed away from you. Your whole mouth and throat had gone dry and you felt dizzy once more. You took a moment to catch your breath as Harkness tidied the bathroom and collected your things. “Well, I should be getting you back to Darcy, now should I?” she asked with a simple smile, as though nothing had happened between you at all.

It’s hard for you to make friends, not because you’re shy, in fact, you’re an outgoing person, but because your personality doesn’t seem to please everyone and having a witch as a friend is not what people like. Witches have a bad reputation in your city.

But that won’t stop you from having a good time, because you really want to learn more and more about your magic at all costs, you decide to go to a bookstore which was rumored to sell spells books. People might not like witches but you know how to enjoy yourself. Unfortunately, once you arrive there, you see that is closed for holidays. — NO WAY! I’ve been waiting months for this moment and now… — Sigh.

You sit on the stairs next to the building feeling disappointed as hell.

— Are you lost, hon? — You hear a female voice.

You look up and see the person who is talking to you. A woman with blue eyes and black hair, wearing purple blouse and black pants.

— Oh, no! Thanks for asking. — You smile. — It’s just that… I’ve been waiting months to visit this place and now it’s closed for holidays…

— You mean the bookstore?

— Yeah… This one is really popular and I was excited to visit it…

You’ve never seen that woman before but for some reason it looks familiar to you.

— So… I see you’re interested in books, what a surprise! Teenagers these days don’t seem to be into books, they prefer technology, glad you’ve good taste. — Smiles. — By the way, I’m Agnes. Did you come here alone?

— Nice to meet you Agnes, I’m y/n. Yes, I only have one friend but she’s in another country right now, it’s not like my personality pleases everyone. — You chuckle.

— Come on! You seem to be a lovely girl to me, but I know what you mean, people are sometimes complicated. — She agrees with you. — Wanna go for a drink? I’m sorry that you’ve come here alone and now feel like you’ve wasted your time.

You stay thoughtful for a moment. Honestly, you weren’t used to see people talking that nicely to you so it felt weird. However, she seems friendly so you agree to go with her.

You were having a conversation with Agnes but something caught your attention right away, you were so distracted before that didn’t notice that the woman was wearing a brooch which you had already seen before.

Your eyes widen realizing who that person was.

— Oh my god! — You say. Agnes looks confused now.

— What? Did I say something weird…?

— YOU’RE AGATHA HARKNESS!! — You say loudly.

Normal people would’ve ran away, that woman was the most powerful witch known till the moment, but she has a really bad reputation among witches. And as expected from you, you didn’t care about that and were excited as hell to meet her.

No wonder why she was using ‘’Agnes’’ as her name, probably to avoid being recognized. Agatha seemed to be even more surprised than you.

— SHHH!! Keep your voice down, or we’re going to be in a trouble, dear. — She covers your mouth with her hand. — How the hell do you know who I am!?

— Sorry… — You say lowing your voice. — I’ve never seen any other witch before… One of the first books I read when I was little talked about you, I remember seeing a picture of that brooch.

— “Any other”? Wait, are you a witch?

— Yes… BUT I AM A GOOD ONE! — You raise your hands as a sign of peace because didn’t want her to feel threatened.

Agatha burst into laughter when saw you acting like that.

— Don’t worry, hon. I’m not gonna bite you. — Chuckles. — I understand now why you wanted to go to that bookstore. Sweethear, you would’ve been even more disappointed to see that the books they sell are useless, they’re all fakes. It’s imposible to find real spell books nowadays, especially in this city where we’ve such a bad reputation. Come with me, I think I can help you. — She holds out her hand to you.

— REALLY?! Do you want to help me even tho I’ve just said your name loudly in front of everyone!?!? — You answer surprised. — Well… Okay! — It didn’t take you a lot of time to hold her hand.

— What really surprises me is that you really want to come with me. — Chuckles. — Dear, didn’t your parents tell you that you don’t have to go with strangers? I’m not gonna hurt you but others might.

— I can kick people’s as**s if they dare to. — You answer confidently. — And honestly, my parents wouldn’t care if I disappear, they don’t like me to be a witch at all… You'd even do them a favor by kidnapping me... ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME TO A HAUNTED HOUSE? — You ask excited.

Agatha can’t help but to laugh again when heard you answering in that way, it was her first time in her entire life that saw someone so excited to go with her.

— Haunted house!? I only have a bewitched basement. — She laughs while gently rubs up and down your back. — I don’t live far from here, so let’s go.

It took you couple minutes to get there.

— Wow… you live here? — You say amazed looking at that big house.

— Yes, come in. — She opens to door. You expected that place to be something creepy, but it was amazingly cozy. — I’m not gonna deny that I’d love to live in a place like this… — You mumble.

— You might not say the same when you see the basement. — Giggles.

You go down the stairs to go the basement, it was different from the rest of the house. «What a gloomy and creepy place!» - you think.

But you were not scared at all, you were even enjoying that small tour.

— WOW. That’s so cool! Did you do this? I don’t think someone would sell a house with a basement like this. That’s amazing.

— Well, I don’t think Ikea sells stuff like this. — Laughs. — I’ve lived centuries but it’s the first time I see a teenager enjoying this much, even if you’re a witch, others would’ve already ran away. I see you’re a very curious person.

— I’m sorry, sometimes I talk to much… Now you understand why people can’t stand me? — Sigh.

— Don’t be sorry! You’ve done nothing wrong. — She rubs your back. — Don’t feel that way, I like you to be talkative. — Smiles. — Listen, beginner’s books are on the right, take whatever you want.

— Are you serious?! Won’t you lock me up in the basement? What kind of witch who practiced the darkest of the magic you are?!

— Why would I do that!? — Burst into laughter once again. — Oh my god. Hey, I’m not gonna hurt anyone, y/n. I always wanted to help other witches, because I know how hard our life is, even my coven rejected me when I was little, I was so upset that I made the mistake to steal knowledges I should’ve not. Instead of helping me, they just tried to kill me, so an accident happened because I wasn’t able to control my magic at that moment. Honestly, I’m not proud of it, that created the bad reputation I have. I’m not the person people think I am.

— That makes sense now… You know what? I got kicked out from my school when I was 7 years old because I accidentally lost control of my powers… They freaked out. I didn’t kill anyone but some people were injured. Even if I was a kid and it was an accident… those people still call me “monster” whenever they see me… and it’s been more than 10 years since then. I can control my magic, I’m only looking for some new knowledges, I know magic can be good if you use it properly but my family doesn’t even want to see me, they don’t want to give me a chance, even my parents try to avoid me, they think that I’ll hurt them.

— I’m so sorry to hear that, hon…

— Don’t worry, in some way I got used to it. — You say. — What I don’t really understand is why I was born with these powers when no one in my family has them…

— I believe there are some people who are born with a gift. — She smiles.

— I guess so… because DNA tests don’t lie. — Chuckle. — By the way, can I read this book? — You point at a basic protection and transmutation spell book.

You knew some protection spells already but that transmutation thing caught your attention.

— Sure! Take it and read it at home, you know where I live so when you finish you can bring it back. — She smiles again.

— Are you serious?! REALLY? — You say excited.

— Yes, why not? Take your time.

— Thanks a lot! — You can’t help but to give her a hug. — I’ll give it back to you, don’t worry.

— My god! It’s only a book but it looks like you won the lottery. How adorable. — She laughs hugging you back. — You’re a good girl so I’m not worrying at all. I know you’ll take care of it and bring it back to me. If you’ve any question or want to put something in practice, I am always here.

“I’m gonna murder Tony.”

You blinked when Natasha started muttering curses and threats to hurt the billionaire.

Whilst you were also angry at Stark, the feeling of terror consumed you more.

You and Natasha had been sent on a mission which you’d both been able to complete fairly easily but it wasn’t without trouble. The two of you ended up having to fight some enemy agents. Suffice it to say, you were exhausted and just wanted to go to your hotel room and sleep.

Unfortunately, the universe had a different idea.

Arriving at the hotel, you found out that Tony had mistakenly - or was it on purpose, you didn’t know - booked a singular room with one bed.

Meaning you and Natasha had to share.

That wasn’t necessarily an issue but your main concern was the fact that you had a huge - and you meant, bigger than the Hulk huge - crush on the redhead. Of course, there was absolutely no way she knew that nor would you tell her but you weren’t sure how you were going to be able to sleep in a bed with her and not panic.

“Come on. We need our rest.”

Natasha’s tone changed to a softer one as she spoke to you, gesturing for you to follow her to the room, having accepted the situation.

You entered the room and immediately dumped your bag on the floor as you started to rummage through your belongings to find your nightie.

You were about to disrobe before remembering that the redhead was with you too. You glanced over at her but she seemed too focused on finding her own clothes.

Shaking your head, you decided to take the opportunity and get changed whilst she was distracted.

You dragged your jeans down your legs, kicking them off your feet and then pulled your shorts up until they were around your hips. You were halfway through taking off your shirt - your arms were trapped facing upwards as the material covered your face, momentarily blocking your vision - when Natasha spoke again, making you pause.

“Is that a tattoo?”

Tugging the shirt over your head and discarding it in the floor, you glanced down at your chest, a rose etched on your ribs.

You shyly nodded, “Yeah.”

“It’s pretty.” Natasha stated making your cheeks heat at the compliment.

“Thank you, Nat.” You replied.

Realising that you stood in front of her, partially naked, you glanced around to try and find where you’d put your shirt.

Your eyes caught Natasha’s once more and you watched as her eyes travelled up your body; from your legs to your tattoo to your clothed breasts and then finally up to your eyes.

You swallowed hardly, your breath quickening as her gaze narrowed, her eyes sparkling.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Natasha said, her plump lips forming into a smirk as she chuckled to herself, amused.

You shook your head ‘no’ but the butterflies in your stomach begged to differ.

“Baby, you seem to forget that I’m a highly trained assassin. I know when someone’s lying to me. And you certainly are.”

Natasha walked over to you, backing you up against the wall. She then pinned your hips to the wall with one of her hands as the other gently stroked up your body.

A gasp fell from your mouth at the feeling as your eyes fluttered closed.

“You’re such a beautiful thing. Isn’t that right, baby?” Natasha cooed making you blush which, in turn, made her smirk.

“Can I?”

You opened your eyes to see Natasha had nodded towards your lower body. Darting your tongue out to wet your lips, you let out a shaky, “yes, please.”

Natasha gracefully dropped to her knees and pulled your shorts and panties down in one quick movement.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” She whispered, more so to herself than you, as she breathed in your arousal noticing how slick you were becoming.

She gently spread your legs and dipped her head between your thighs and licked a long stripe up your folds.

Your knees gave way at the heavenly feeling but Natasha was right there to hold you up, putting one of your legs over her shoulder, spreading you further.

“Fuck, Nat.” You moaned out, your hands flying to her head as you tugged on the short locks. That made Natasha moan into you which caused a delicious vibration to travel through you.

“I’m gonna murder Tony.”

You blinked when Natasha started muttering curses and threats to hurt the billionaire.

Whilst you were also angry at Stark, the feeling of terror consumed you more.

You and Natasha had been sent on a mission which you’d both been able to complete fairly easily but it wasn’t without trouble. The two of you ended up having to fight some enemy agents. Suffice it to say, you were exhausted and just wanted to go to your hotel room and sleep.

Unfortunately, the universe had a different idea.

Arriving at the hotel, you found out that Tony had mistakenly - or was it on purpose, you didn’t know - booked a singular room with one bed.

Meaning you and Natasha had to share.

That wasn’t necessarily an issue but your main concern was the fact that you had a huge - and you meant, bigger than the Hulk huge - crush on the redhead. Of course, there was absolutely no way she knew that nor would you tell her but you weren’t sure how you were going to be able to sleep in a bed with her and not panic.

“Come on. We need our rest.”

Natasha’s tone changed to a softer one as she spoke to you, gesturing for you to follow her to the room, having accepted the situation.

You entered the room and immediately dumped your bag on the floor as you started to rummage through your belongings to find your nightie.

You were about to disrobe before remembering that the redhead was with you too. You glanced over at her but she seemed too focused on finding her own clothes.

Shaking your head, you decided to take the opportunity and get changed whilst she was distracted.

You dragged your jeans down your legs, kicking them off your feet and then pulled your shorts up until they were around your hips. You were halfway through taking off your shirt - your arms were trapped facing upwards as the material covered your face, momentarily blocking your vision - when Natasha spoke again, making you pause.

“Is that a tattoo?”

Tugging the shirt over your head and discarding it in the floor, you glanced down at your chest, a rose etched on your ribs.

You shyly nodded, “Yeah.”

“It’s pretty.” Natasha stated making your cheeks heat at the compliment.

“Thank you, Nat.” You replied.

Realising that you stood in front of her, partially naked, you glanced around to try and find where you’d put your shirt.

Your eyes caught Natasha’s once more and you watched as her eyes travelled up your body; from your legs to your tattoo to your clothed breasts and then finally up to your eyes.

You swallowed hardly, your breath quickening as her gaze narrowed, her eyes sparkling.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Natasha said, her plump lips forming into a smirk as she chuckled to herself, amused.

You shook your head ‘no’ but the butterflies in your stomach begged to differ.

“Baby, you seem to forget that I’m a highly trained assassin. I know when someone’s lying to me. And you certainly are.”

Natasha walked over to you, backing you up against the wall. She then pinned your hips to the wall with one of her hands as the other gently stroked up your body.

A gasp fell from your mouth at the feeling as your eyes fluttered closed.

“You’re such a beautiful thing. Isn’t that right, baby?” Natasha cooed making you blush which, in turn, made her smirk.

“Can I?”

You opened your eyes to see Natasha had nodded towards your lower body. Darting your tongue out to wet your lips, you let out a shaky, “yes, please.”

Natasha gracefully dropped to her knees and pulled your shorts and panties down in one quick movement.

“Absolutely gorgeous.” She whispered, more so to herself than you, as she breathed in your arousal noticing how slick you were becoming.

She gently spread your legs and dipped her head between your thighs and licked a long stripe up your folds.

Your knees gave way at the heavenly feeling but Natasha was right there to hold you up, putting one of your legs over her shoulder, spreading you further.

“Fuck, Nat.” You moaned out, your hands flying to her head as you tugged on the short locks. That made Natasha moan into you which caused a delicious vibration to travel through you.