AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys, so this isn't my first attempt at a story, but it's my first attempt in a really long time. Before I start I would just like to say that I'm absolutely awful at prof reading, but I've read these things at least three times before I post them in attempt to clear out as much gunk as possible. That being said if you see something wrong please let me know, and I'll do my best to fix it. That being said, I look forward to your feedback and it does keep me going, so drop a comment, or send a message I would really appreciate it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Quicksilver or Scarlet Witch, I also don't own Sokovia, all of that belongs to Marvel, and the song lyrics used in this chapter are from Time In A Bottle which is a song by Jim Croce, so I don't own that either.
"Look Lia, it's our new home," her mother said as she gestured out the window of the Taxi. Lia couldn't see much through the frosted glass window, but she smiled anyways as a comfort to her mother. The taxi pulled up to the curb and Lia crawled out of the Taxi to the snowy sidewalk and took in the building as her mother paid the taxi driver.
The building was old and worn, much like the last complex that they lived at. However this one had many more floors than their last. Lia found herself in awe of how the building seemed to stretch above her seven year old sight. It wasn't long before her mother had unloaded their four suitcases and the taxi drove away. "What do you think," her mother asked as she looked down at her daughter with a hopeful expression.
"Tall," was all Lia said as continued to stare up at to where the building seemed to touch the sky. Her mother gave a hearty laugh, which snapped Lia out of her bewildered daze.
"This building has 20 floors, it's twice as tall as our old building," her mother said as she urged her daughter to grab the two smaller suitcases. "Now come, little mouse, let us find out new home. The women at the front desk said there were many other families here, perhaps when the snow stops you'll be able to make some friends."
Lia said nothing, but followed her mother into the new building. She knew her mother meant well by moving her to this new building, but Lia still wished that she would stop pressuring her into making friends. It was trying to make friends that had led to this being their third apartment. It wasn't that Lia was a troublemaker, just that the other kids always thought she was strange. She looked strange with her freckled face, and they felt unnerved as her quiet green eyes watched them play through wisps of curly orange hair, as she was to shy to actually go play with them. Strange was different, and being different was dangerous for a small girl on the Sokovian playground. Other children would verbally tease her, which would escalate to physically teasing her, which would lead to her mother moving them to a new building. At least this time Lia had the harsh Sokovian winter to prolong the time till the other children would begin to play around.
Eventually they had climbed the stairs to the 14th floor to room 146, their new home. It was a rather small apartment, she believed her mother called it a studio. The room had a small stove and mini fridge, the only sink was in the small closet of a bathroom, which had a shower with a curved curtain in the corner, and a toilet next to it. The rest of the room looked like it might fit a table and a few beds. Perhaps studio apartment was to generous a description for the tiny room, but her mother didn't seem put off in the slightest.
"How lovely! In a few weeks maybe we can put a bunk-bed in the corner for the two of us. For now I think a celebration is in order." Lia's mother took one of the small suitcases from her daughter and opened it up to reveal the record player inside. Once she had finished setting the player up in the corner, she searched her own suitcase and pulled out a few records, "which one should we play, little mouse?"
Lia smiled as she ran over to her mother and picked her favorite record. "Oh wonderful choice little mouse, that is exactly what we need to warm up this place." Lia began to bounce excitedly on the balls of her feet as her mother started the record.
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
With a smile her mother turned to the giggling girl and offered her hand, "dance with me little mouse." With an excited squeal Lia quickly took her mother's hand and they began to dance along the creaky wooden floor. This was always the best part of moving, or so Lia thought. Every time they moved her mother would let her pick out a record and they would dance together. Her mother always said it was so they could have happy memories invested in their new home before they went to sleep, and Lia had to admit that it certainly made her feel more at home.
After dancing around for hours they spread a blanket out on the floor so they could sleep for the night. As they huddled together for warmth Lia couldn't help but feel like that was the best dance they had ever had. She drifted to sleep thinking that was a good sign, and that maybe, just maybe, this new place would work.
