Clara Maximoff
Authors Note: I do not own anything from Marvel. The only thing I own is my OC. New Story hope you guys liked :)
Wanda Maximoff Pov
The city was getting demolished to ashes, I knew it was bad. Mother and Father told us to go hide under our bed. I was reluctant, Pietro had to grab my hand to pull me. We then, Petrio, Clara, and I, huddled under the bed, hoping it would keep us safe. Pietro and I sandwiched Clara in the middle of us, we knew she was scared. Most of the life she lived had been war, that's all she's seen.
I prayed for my parents who were under the bed in their room, but I also prayed for us. When the dust had finally cleared, the bombs stopped, we were alive. They were dead, killed, murdered. We were alive, by only the skin of our teeth which we gritted.
I had sobbed in the despair when I realized they were gone, I was probably the worst. Pietro was strong about It, only shedding a couple tears. But Clara surprised me the most, she grieved and then she was done. Not a single tear escaped her eyes, her cheeks were dry.
"We have to leave," I told Pietro, "This place is gone."
He nodded as he hugged both Clara and I, "Always, us three together. I can't lose anyone else." That day we three made a pact, never would leave each other again.
I woke up in a Cold Sweat. It's not like this hadn't happened before, it actually happened a lot to me, old memories liked to come flooding back. I got out of the bed in my room and walked over to the closet like I did every morning. I opened and grabbed my knife that was hidden on the door. I looked for where I left off yesterday on the door. Once I found it I slashed another tally mark into the closet door. 94th day without Pietro, 94 days since I lost my brother.
I then followed my daily routine. I got dressed, then went to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I liked to get up early enough that almost everyone was not awake yet, but late enough that Steve would gone to go running. After breakfast there was a training session with Steve and occasionally Falcon. And after that I usually had the rest of the day to myself. But more often then not my daily schedule would be mixed because of a mission, it was always a mission.
I met Steve in the Avenger's tower gym, courtesy of Stark. It looked like he had been here for awhile. "Am I late?" I asked.
He smiled, "Nope, actually it's the exact opposite. Trainings cancelled."
"Why?" I asked him as he walked over to drink water.
He took a deep breath, oh no, here comes one of his teaching moments. "Wanda, back in the day once I set my eyes on something I did my best to not give up until I got it. And back in the day I set my eyes on being in the army. I wanted to fight, for everything this country was about. But in the process I didn't stop to experience life. Sometimes I look back on it and think of the time I could have spent with my friends, that are gone now," he paused for a minute, "That's why I hope you'll go to the party tonight tonight with the team."
"Party?" I scoffed, I'll pass I thought in my head.
"It'll be fun, The team will be there, the team that will both be apart off. You'll have fun," he explained to me.
"Look, I can't. A party's just not me," I told him.
He sighed, "Ok, change of plans, I'm assigning you a mission tonight, when your out their in the field sometimes you have to go undercover. Tonight I want you to go undercover as a party guest and pretend like your having fun."
"What th-"
"Nope, it's already decided," he said smiling before he walked off to hit the showers.
I groaned mentally, Since I've been in New York I've only left the tower a couple of times. I sighed this was gonna be a fun night, not.
I went back to my room and I saw a red long sleeve dress on my bed, I assumed Vision gave it to me, he was the only one who knew me well enough to pick out a dress.
•••
I walked into the gigantic ballroom of the party, Tony went all out for his stupid party.
Steve walked up to me once he saw me, "I'm glad you could come."
I smiled, "Where's the bar?" I asked jokingly.
"Well it's over there, but only for the people who can actually drink legally," he said smiling.
"Is that paparazzi?" I asked shocked at the people with cameras.
"Well, as Tony explained it to me, there just a few magazines trying to get a good picture," Steve explained.
Then a thought hit me, "You didn't invite me here because you wanted me to have a good time did you? You wanted to show the public that the one freak of the avengers could be normal."
He shook his head, "Wanda it's not like that, but the team did think it would be good for the public YOU to see you as not a threat."
I tilted my head, "But I am a threat Steve. To you, to the team, to the whole entire population of the Earth, and to myself," I said angrily as I pushed past him.
The crowd made me feel like I was suffocating. I wandered around to try to get to some free space, until suddenly something caught my eye.
It was a girl in a black dress, blonde hair, not very old, she was arm in arm with what looked like some rich guy.
She caught my eye and smiled, I saw her excuse herself from the conversation she was in and walked over to me.
"You look good you know," she told me as she touched a piece of my hair and felt it.
"Your...Your suppose to be dead, for years now." I managed to get out.
"Well I'm not dead, and I'm back now. To do what you've always been to weak to do, murder Stark," she then let go of my hair and went back to her conversation as I was left in the depth.
Authors Note: Finally wanted to write a story about the maximoffs. Hoped you liked :) check out my new Lux Odinson! :)