A/N: *Dodges flying rotten fruit* OMG! Okay, I so deserved that. I know I said I would have this up Saturday and I am so so sorry that I didn't. I ended up having to do deal with a huge predicament with my downstairs neighbors in my apartment complex. It sucked and it put me so behind but the chapter is done and so is most of the situation for now at least. So I should be able to update at least a LITTLE more frequently. Okay next thing! I just have to say thank you so much for the follows, faves and reviews that everybody left me on this thing! If you all could keep that up I would be eternally grateful!

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Power Surge

Clint

Letting out a low groan, Clint cracked his sore, tired eyes open. He tried to move a little and found that something was impeding his ability to move. Waking up a little bit more, he realized that Charlie was just about sleeping on top of him. For a moment he was confused as to why Charlie was sleeping with him in his room and then everything came crashing back to him. He remembered having a particularly nasty nightmare and then Charlie coming into his room to see what the problem was. He was honestly shocked at how fast that she managed to sooth him from such a terrible nightmare. He looked down at Charlie and his ocean blue eyes softened. She was glued to his side and her face was buried into his chest. He let out a soft sigh and caressed her head softly. He decided that wanted to do something nice for her not only because she deserved to be spoiled but he wanted to thank her for helping him through that awful nightmare.

He wanted to try and attempt to cook her a nice breakfast. Deep down, he knew that this attempt could turn into an absolute disaster but he really wanted to try and do it. As carefully as he could, he extracted himself from her iron grip. Again, somehow he managed not to wake her up as he did so. After everything that happened yesterday and last night, he supposed that she must be really exhausted. He really didn't want to accidently wake her up. As quietly as he could, he threw on a pair pajama pants and went to go clean himself up a little bit. Entering his bathroom, he made quick work of his five o'clock shadow and brushed his teeth. He decided that he would shower a little bit later. He wanted to see if Charlie would like to start practicing summoning her powers and then have a training session with the Natasha later (which he wasn't looking forward to). Even though part of him really didn't want to, he knew the right thing to do would be to try and salvage what was left of his and Natasha's relationship. In order to try and do that, he would need to try and talk to her. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he at least had to try.

Letting out a low sigh, he dismissed the subject from his mind for the moment. He had way more important things to be thinking about like what in the HELL was going on between Steve and Charlie. Even though he was trying to be mostly okay with it, it was still bugging the complete shit out of him this was something that he just couldn't deny. Deep down, he knew that there was nothing he could do to change it but that didn't mean that he didn't want to know more about how it worked. So far the only the only thing he found on feral mutation that was of any use to him was a lexicon of sorts on different mutations and what they do. It had been created by a mutant by the name of Dr. Hank McCoy. He did a little digging on said mutant and discovered that he lived at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Children.

Somehow, that didn't surprise him at all now he had another reason to go there. The first and foremost being that he still needed to know why in the HELL they left her to rot in that shithole with those sick fucks that hurt her so badly. Something didn't smell right to him and he was determined to figure out what it was but first he wanted to concentrate on making sure that she had some degree of control over her powers. After that, he would talk to her about returning to the school. He was sure that she would want to go with him because she deserved some answers too.

For now, he forced himself to push all of those thoughts from his head and attempted to make Charlie some breakfast. He could only hope that everything didn't turn out too badly. He left his bedroom and went to the kitchen. He decided that he wanted to make her the full meal deal from hash browns to bacon. Going through his fridge and cupboards, he began pulling out ingredients and putting them onto the counter. He also pulled out a couple of frying pans and got to work. Hopefully he wouldn't burn anything. About halfway through his efforts, his awareness picked up that she would be waking up soon. He smiled to himself at that. He was very excited for her to see the 'surprise' that he cooked up for her. Sure enough about five minutes later, Charlie appeared in the kitchen looking adorably half asleep. She stretched and yawned. Seeing that he had started breakfast, she smiled happily at him. She knew how much cooking was so not his strong suite at all. He could see how happy she was that he even attempted to do this for her and that made him very happy. She wasted no time in coming to him. She gently placed her hand on his arm.

"Clint, this is amazing, thank you!" She murmured softly inside his head.

Stopping what he was doing momentarily, he smiled back at her warmly and caressed the top of her head softly.

"You're welcome, sweetness." He replied gently.

After their little moment had ended, she began helping him cook breakfast and they worked together in companionable silence until he decided that it might be a good idea to talk to her about summoning her powers so he could see what they did and how they worked for himself. He knew that it would take a fair bit convincing for Charlie to actually show him and Steve her powers because she was so petrified of them. For a moment, he watched her make some scrambled eggs and then he spoke.

"Charlie honey, would you be up to showing me and Steve your powers today?" He asked gently.

The reaction he got from her was immediate, she nearly dropped the whisk in her hand and she looked up at him with huge violet eyes. She put the whisk in the bowl of eggs and touched his arm gently.

"Clint please don't make me do that. What if I hurt you or Steve? It's too dangerous." She begged inside of his head.

He let out a soft sigh. He knew that this was coming, how he could he convince her that she wouldn't hurt him or Steve and that this was something that she needed to do? She couldn't live her whole life with this hanging over her head. She NEEDED to get control of her powers and he wanted so desperately to help her do so. After getting the bacon out of the frying pan so it wouldn't burn, he turned to Charlie and placed his hands on either side of her face and stroked her cheeks tenderly. He could see the tears in her big violet eyes that were threatening to fall and feel just how terrified she was that she would hurt either him or Steve. He started trying to sooth her any way he could.

"Oh sweetness, I know it's terrifying but you can't keep going on like this. You have to get some kind of control over these powers of your so you can live a happy life. I know it's hard I promise that Steve and I will help you." He told her soothingly.

Finally, he could feel that she was calming down some thankfully and he breathed a sigh of relief. He hated that she still had so much difficulty dealing with all of this, he wanted to make it better for her any way he could. She gave him a gentle look and took his hand.

"Thank you for helping me with all of this, Clint. I know you are trying to help me and I trust you. I don't know if I can do it but I will try really hard." She murmured softly inside of his head.

At the words 'I trust you', he felt a huge jolt of emotion run through his system. He knew how huge it was for her to tell him something like that. He gave her a gentle smile back.

"That's my girl, that's all I can ask for. I promise you will never have to deal with anything alone ever again." He promised.

He knew that she knew that he was telling the truth. Hesitantly, she moved closer to him and hugged him. He hugged her back without any hesitation, this was the first time she voluntarily hugged him without him showing some kind of affection first and he couldn't be more proud of her. Gently, he let her go and his smile turned tender. He gave her a tender look for a moment longer before getting back to their breakfast before it got all burnt. Once everything was all ready to go, he opened his cupboards and pulled out some cups and plates. Then he opened one of his drawers and fished out a couple of forks and knives. He and Charlie served themselves and went to go and sit at his kitchen table. He could see just how much that Charlie was enjoying her breakfast and that made him extremely happy. He loved seeing Charlie happy. After they finished eating their breakfast, he cleaned everything up while Charlie went to change and get herself ready. He let out another soft sigh, he could only hope that everything went smoothly and nothing else crazy happened. He was so done with crazy.

Charlie

Charlie let out a small, distorted sigh; she couldn't believe what she just agreed to. She had been thinking that a lot lately but this was by far the scariest thing that she was going to try and do yet but when she told Clint that she trusted him, she really meant it. She knew that he was just trying to help her however scary that it was. She hadn't attempted to use her powers at all since her handlers forced her to do so and she had that stupid collar strapped to her neck to control them. What if she tried to activate them and she couldn't control them? She would never forgive herself if she somehow accidentally hurt Clint or Steve but she knew that Clint was right. She couldn't go on for the rest of her life fearing her powers; she had to learn to control them somehow.

After leaving Clint to do the dishes as per his request, she entered her room and started getting ready as slowly as she could. She knew that she had no choice and she had to do this but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to put it off as long as she could. She decided that she really needed a shower and entered her little bathroom. She went to the little shower and turned on the water. When it got to the right temperature, she stripped out of her night gown and hopped in. She did her best to ignore all of the scars all over her body. She was getting better with her body image but she still hated looking at them. Ignoring her scars for the moment, she began shampooing and conditioning her hair. After she finished that, she made sure that she was good and clean. Satisfied that she was all clean, she hopped out of the shower and turned the water off. She wrapped a towel around herself and cleaned her teeth. Now that she was good to go, she exited her little bathroom and went to go get dressed. She looked through her drawers and decided on something simple. She picked out a black tank top with white wings on the back of it and a pair of jeans. She also pulled out some undergarments as well. She dried herself off and got dressed. She also threw on a pair of mismatched socks and her converse all stars. Before she left her room, she threw her hair up in a messy bun. She decided that her appearance was about as good as it was going to get and left her bedroom. She re-entered the kitchen and saw that Clint was ready to go. She inwardly made a face; she supposed that it was time to face her doom.

She approached Clint and he gently took her small hand in his larger one.

"Are you ready to do this, sweetness?" He asked gently.

She gave him a hesitant nod, however much it scared her she knew that it was something that she had to do.

"Yes, as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." She murmured softy inside of his head.

He gave her a tender smile and nodded.

"That's my good girl, let's get this over with." He said, giving her small hand a stroke with his thumb.

Hand in hand, she and Clint left the apartment and they walked in a companionable silence to the gym. They entered the gym and it took no time at all for her sensitive hearing to pick up the sounds of Steve training. She also began pick up Steve's scent and it made her inner beast start to purr. Immediately, she had the extreme urge go to him and she just couldn't stop herself from doing it. She let go of Clint's hand and went to go and look for Steve. It didn't take her long to find him. As soon as he saw her, he gave her a warm smile and walked around the punching bag that he was currently beating up so he could greet her properly. He held out his hand and waited patiently her to come to him. She did so willingly and she gently placed her small hand in his large one.

"Hi." She murmured softly in his head.

He gave her a gentle and affectionate look. It felt so different than the ones that Clint usually gave her, she couldn't help but enjoy it immensely.

"Hey, doll." He murmured back to her.

Instead of letting of his hand right way, she couldn't help but let herself feel his emotions and they felt so very good. So much so that she allowed herself to share some of her emotions with him. This was something that she only ever allowed herself to do with Clint. She was so lost in how good it felt. She knew that it must have something to do with whatever was happening with her feral mutation. It seemed to be magnifying everything and the sheer intensity of it scared her. Suddenly, Clint cleared his throat loudly and it caused her and Steve to jump apart from each other Steve looked so awkward and she couldn't help the deep blush that spread all over her cheeks and neck. God, these feelings were so confusing but she didn't want them to stop and that scared her even more.

Clint

Clint watched Charlie and Steve greet each other and frowned. The same thing that happened when they said goodbye to each other yesterday was happening all over again and it was driving him nuts. It was like they were in their own little bubble or something. For some reason, it made him feel so uncomfortable watching it possibly because Charlie was his daughter for all intents and purposes and Steve was a 90 year old super solider. He could only hope it didn't go any farther than what they were doing now. He decided that he had watched enough and it was time to put a stop to it.

He cleared his throat loudly. Charlie and Steve sprang apart quickly. Charlie looked completely embarrassed and Steve looked extremely awkward. It was very clear that they hadn't even realized what they were doing. Charlie came back to him and he could see how ashamed she was it was clear that she was still trying to understand what was happening to her.

He sighed, as much as it bugged the ever loving shit out of him it wasn't her fault and she couldn't control it. If he showed how uncomfortable he was with all of this, it would really upset her and it might undo all the hard work he did getting her to trust him. That was the last thing he wanted to do. He could see that she was still a little upset and he knew that she wouldn't be able to summon her powers upset. He gave her a reassuring look and caressed the side of her face a bit so she could feel that he wasn't mad at her in any way. After he felt her emotions even out a bit, he turned his attention to Steve and saw just how extremely awkward he looked. He realized that Steve was as clueless as Charlie and decided that he should cut him some slack even though he really would rather not. He decided that he was done thinking about that problem for the moment and it was time to get the show on the road. A part of him was curious about Charlie's powers; he really wanted to see them in action.

"Steve, are you alright with helping Charlie and I test out her powers?" He asked curiously.

He could tell just how happy Steve was with the fact that the focus jumped from the weird imprint shit that was happening between him and Charlie to Charlie's other powers. The awkwardness seemed to melt away and he could tell that Steve was in mission mode now. Thank every god above for that. He gave Clint a nod.

"Sure, sounds good to me." He replied.

Happy with Steve's answer, he turned his attention back to Charlie who was beginning to look extremely nervous. He gave her a tender look and he gently placed a hand on each of her shoulders.

"Sweetness, I know this is very scary for you but Steve and I will be helping you every step of the way I promise." He reassured her gently.

She gave him a small nod and placed one of her small hands onto his arm.

"I know and thank you for that." She murmured softly inside of his head.

He gave her a gentle, reassuring smile and stepped back from her a bit. He gestured for Steve to do the same. There was no telling what would happen when she activated her powers and he really didn't want to be standing in the line of fire and he didn't think Steve wanted to be either. He and Steve watched her intently, for a moment she looked unsure and then she held her hands out and placed them palm up. Her violet eyes drifted shut and she began to concentrate hard. Suddenly, some kind of white energy began to materialize from the center of her palms. It seemed to almost crawl up her arms it was unlike anything had ever witnessed before and he could tell that Steve was just as mesmerized by it as he was.

Charlie

Charlie was shocked; she actually managed to activate her powers without blowing anything up. It was a small miracle. She didn't know much about how her powers worked exactly except the fact that they ran on her emotions and that made them every unpredictable. That's why the short man put the collar onto her in the first place because her powers used to activate at the slightest change in her emotions. They would also try to protect her when her handlers hurt her. The short man was so sick of replacing his goons and getting hurt himself when he tried to experiment on her that he put the collar onto her to put a stop to it. The only way she could think to activate them was to concentrate heavily on her emotions. She made sure to only concentrate on the positive ones and then she pictured turning her emotions into white energy. She made sure to concentrate on only the most positive emotions and memories that she could think of in hopes that it would keep 'darkfire' from coming out. So far it was working.

Staring at the white energy that was moving around her small palms, she decided to see if she could manipulate it or not. It took her a few tries but turned out that she could. She let the white energy wind itself up her arms slowly. As she did this, she saw that both Clint and Steve were watching her with awe written all of their faces. She was pretty shocked that she was managing to control it okay too considering how long she was stuck in the collar for. She decided she wanted to push it further to see what would happen if she did. She let the while energy continue to wind itself up her arms until it passed her over shoulders and started crawling down her back. She made it look like white wings had sprouted from her back. It was absolutely amazing; she wondered just what else she could manipulate it into doing. She was about to test that theory out when suddenly something shifted inside of her.

She could feel that 'darkfire' was suddenly trying to desperately claw it's way to the surface. She could feel her emotions shifting and she tried so hard to stop it. She didn't even know why it was happening in the first place. 'Darkfire' usually only came out when something negative was forced onto her that made her emotions turn negative. Her emotions were positive so how could it be trying to come out now? Unless it was so apart of her that it just didn't matter what she was feeling. She couldn't stop herself from feeling such terrible fear at that thought. Maybe she would be stuck trying to keep 'darkfire' from coming out every time she tried to activate her powers. That thought terrified her even more. Looking down at her palms, she watched the white energy surrounding them start to turn purple and she began to panic too. She could feel that 'darkfire' was feeding off of her fear and panic.

A dark and seductive voice began to whisper things to her inside of her head.

"Let me out." It whispered seductively.

Her violet eyes widened in horror. No, she couldn't do that. She refused to hurt Clint and Steve.

The voice was so insistent, it was begging and pleading. It felt like it was going to drive her insane.

"Please, let me out. I promise to be good." It begged insistently.

She wanted to listen to it so badly, but she refused to let herself give in that easily.

"Over my dead body." She snarled back to the voice inside of her head angrily.

The voice began to laugh darkly inside of her head and her violet eyes widened in fear. She looked at Steve and Clint helplessly.

"Okay, have it your way then." The voice laughed darkly.

Before she could try to stop it, she fell to her knees and everything went dark.