I slammed my thumb into a few days before this was be uploaded. Then got it caught in the strange school tables. Finally, I slammed it between my chair and my desk. After the sharp pain went away, I found the warm rush of blood...Addicting. I wouldn't kill myself for it, but instead the feeling of warm blood pulsing through me helps me feel alive. Btw, I'm slowly learning control of everyone through analyzing them. However, this will be a MOSTLY Wanda and Nat story. Here's the ship plan, as well: Thor x Bruce, Wanda x Natasha, Steve x Tony, and Pietro x Clint. Also, here's the theme songs I've found for them: Bruce: Down with the Sickness, Thor: ?, Natasha: The Devil Within, Clint: ?, Pietro: ? Steve: ?, Wanda: Headstrong, and Tony: ? All the Avengers' theme song: The Catatlyst
Oooh, one more thing, in my least favored class, Cross Country, I told some boys to eat the bench in Italian. Ok, fine, last thing, my own theme song is Skillet - Would it Matter

Steve's/Captain America's POV:

He watched the wall as Wanda and Nat walked out. He knew he'd made a bad mistake in recording them. How was he supposed to say sorry though? Now he'd made Wanda have a panic attack. Was that even forgivable? He shook his head and walked to Tony's room. (More about that later! :3)

Wanda's/Scarlet Witch's/Natasha's/Black Widow's POV:
Wanda was shaking. Seeing it in her head and hearing it again was bad enough, but reliving it? That was much worse. Nat was not there for her, she'd been called down to analyze a HYDRA creature, a strange mutated and dangerous one they kept in a cell. Yes, they had a prison downstairs. The terror was worse without her there, she felt alone. Nat had promised she'd be there for her, forever. Now she wasn't. The small details just made it worse. "Nat! Please! Help me!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She repeated that for as long as she could before all she could do was sob and shake. Nat heard her and analyzed the creature as quick as she could. Nick Fury was standing there, listening to her analyze the creature before nodding and dismissing her. Instantly, Nat ran upstairs. Nobody had come into Wanda's room, probably because they knew she wanted Nat. When she got to her door Wanda made one last plea before she almost lost her voice. "Nat, please help me. Y-you said you'd be here for me." She choked out, a strangled, twisted sob. Natasha stepped in to find Wanda, sitting on the edge of her bed with her face in her hands. "Nat. Nat. They're hurting him." She whispered, desperately trying to speak louder. Nat ran her fingers through Wanda's hair. "It's ok. I'm here now. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner." She murmured to her. "Imu pare rau, nu este de ajuns, dragostea mea." Wanda whispered. She didn't know how she'd remembered the Russian, but she knew it meant: Sorry is not enough, my love. "Oh Wanda." Nat whispered. "Imu pare rau ca te-a ranit. Am avut de a face ceva important, dar nu la fel de important ca time. Am fost obligat." She murmured to her. Wanda understood it was Russian for: "I'm sorry I hurt you. I had to do something important, but not as important as you. I was obligated.' Wanda sobbed and hugged Nat, pulling her close. "You're alright, ok? We won't treat you and Pietro like that." She whispered to her. "I'm not alright, my love. I can't even control my own power. I nearly got my brother killed and I'm useless if I have a panic attack without you." She whispered. "Oh, Wanda. I won't let them separate us on missions anymore and if I have to analyze things and you're sad you can come with me. If you need me, I will do my best to be there for you." She murmured to her. Nat held the shaking teenager for a long time.

Steve's/Captain America's POV:
Steve could her Wanda screaming for Nat and instantly felt bad. He sat with Tony, listening to her screams in his bedroom. Tony was still partially covered in the powdery pink substance, which was apparently from a glitter dispenser. He literally shone. You don't see many people like that, ya know? Rare talent. "Why's she screaming for Nat?" Tony asked, tilting his head. "Well, I may have made her have a panic attack." Steve said with a sigh. "Good job." Tony said, patting Steve on the back. Steve sighed once more. "I'm just so good at this." He murmured to Tony, shaking his head slowly. "You don't need to feel bad, how could you have known?" Tony pointed out, staring at Steve. "Ya, I guess." He murmured, standing up to walk out of Tony's room. "Wait." Tony whispered, reaching for Steve, staring at the far corner of his room. Steve tilted his head and turned slowly, taking his shield off the back of his leg to slowly creep over to the corner. He didn't know why he'd brought his shield, but it was probably good he had, because a black wolf with royal blue eyes and a blue spiked collar leaped at him the second he turned the corner of Tony's bed. Tony ran over to Steve after grabbing a long rope he'd had had nearby the couch they were sitting on. He'd had it just in case, and he sure needed it now. "Get it into a corner!" Tony frantically told Steve, dodging bites and claws from the wolf. Steve kicked it into the corner, hard and swift, earning a yelp from the wolf. Tony darted for it's collar and tied the rope around it, then tied it to the leg of his bed. They studied it for a moment. "Uh, Tony, wolves eyes can't be blue, especially not that kind of blue. Also, how'd it make a howl in the wall and get in without us noticing?" He pointed to a hole in the ceiling. "I think we may just need Nat." Tony murmured.

Steve waited about 10 seconds before Natasha and Wanda rushed in. The second Wanda saw the wolf, she crept slowly over to it. Her eyes turned that red color Steve knew from when she used her powers. They waited a minute before her eyes returned to being grey. "I saw fear in it. A sadness. I saw the Red Room and torture. I saw a girl using my powers, turning into a wolf, use strange flexibility, and run as fast as Quicksilver. She is dangerous, but I do not think she wishes to destroy us. I saw someone mix Hulk's DNA with a wolf's DNA. I think she has all of our DNA. Somehow. Don't kill her." She murmured, reaching carefully for the wolf. She rested her hand on it's head and there was a flash of white, not so blinding, but slightly bright. A girl, looking to be 11, stood in the corner, luckily not on a leash but bleeding, with bloody nails and teeth. Her eyes were brown and her hair was a color like Natasha's and Wanda's mixed, sort of an auburn color, but it was the most beautiful color of hair ever. Her hair was also straight and long and she wore a long red dress with a black, soft-looking thin coat over it. There was one problem: There was a long, slender cut in her arm that showed a bone. It was bleeding horribly. The girl was both beautiful and scary, like a picture edited as much as possible but as realistic as possible. "Help me." She whispered, staring blankly at the wound in her arm. Wand almost instantly walked over to her and murmured something to her. The girl nodded, tears forming in her eyes. Nat walked calmly over to her, only the slightest fear in her eyes. "What's your name?" She murmured to her, resting a hand on top of Wanda's, which was on her hair. "Ivory. But they always called me Heather." She whispered, staring at Natasha, fear in her wide eyes. "Who always called you Heather?" Steve asked, tilting his head. "The people in the Red Room." She murmured. Steve felt as if his heart had just skipped a beat, and he could tell Wanda's and Nat's had, too. "Did they tell you of us, the Avengers?" Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. "Yes. They told me I was useless to them and dropped me off here. They thought it was just a house, though." Ivory murmured, staring at the hole in the ceiling. The wound in her arm bled more, causing her to swear violently. "Steve doesn't like that type of language." Tony said to Ivory with a smile. She laughed despite the pain. "Come on, we need to get you fixed up." Wanda told Ivory, her hand moving to the child's back. "Would you like to join the Avengers?" Steve asked. He mentally kicked himself the moment he said it. Really, Steve? Smart move there. "If it's ok with you." She said as she walked out. Natasha followed them.

Because I deserve it, Wanda's/Scarlet Witch's POV
Wanda sat on her bed with the young girl who now had her arm well taken care of and bandaged safely. Nat was beside her, holding Wanda's hand. "If you're going to join, you need a...Well, I guess it'd be called code name." Wanda told Ivory, a hand resting on her back. "They called me The Ivory Wolf. She told Wanda, her eyes shining. "I liked that name. They called me that because whenever I'm mad, I can mostly control if I turn into a wolf and if I do, heather grows around me no matter where I am in an ivory color." She finished, smiling. Wanda smiled at her. "We need you to send you to a hospital for a while. You've lost a lot of blood. Are you okay with that?" Wanda asked Ivory. She nodded, her eyes bright.

Ivory had been taken to the hospital. Nat and Wanda were sitting in Wanda's room in pure silence. They stared into each others eyes. "She reminded me of me and you, combined." Nat murmured to Wanda, breaking the silence. "I believe she was born that way. Our DNA had to be injected into her before she was born. It's the only way possible. She reminded me of everyone, her attitude and looks and steely gaze. Sharp and long nails were Pietro's thing. Her hair is like our's mixed. She has the features of me, as well. Her attitude reminded me of Tony. I saw her at school, on field trips, everywhere with a bow and arrow, she was fascinated. Ivory was a natural at shooting. She turns into a wolf when too angry, like Bruce turns into Hulk. I saw how she destroyed her enemies. So why would she be of no use to HYDRA?" Wanda finished her statement with a question that made Natasha's heart skip a beat. "There might be others. She may have been the weak one, the unfocused or not loyal one." Nat answered.

Ok, if you don't like The Ivory Wolf, I'll take her away, but she's getting her own two-shot (maybe even full story) fanfic no matter what. I did ALOT of Steve's POV and found him quite easy to work with. I set up some practice POV's for Pietro, Clint, Tony, Thor, and Bruce, but I found Thor and Bruce pretty hard. Still, I hope you liked it! I try my best to make it flow and seem natural. Sorry if Scarlet/Wanda seems weak, but after the battle and nearly losing her brother twice, I don't want to make it seem like she's strong after losing/nearly losing the person she's closest to. Btw, unlike I Stand Corrected, this will be worked on whenever I can, not JUST when I feel like it, and updated may take a longer span of days because I want them to be longer. 1 chapter of this is equal to 3 of I Stand Corrected's, and that's pretty powerful. I will write until each chapter AT LEAST gets to 1000 words. Well, see ya'll! ~Shatter