SOOOOO… I finally updated lol. Inspiration hit me like a truck tonight, so here it goes. I haven't been updating this story for a while and I'm surprised that many people have followed and favourited it. Also I went through all my drafts and apparently me being me did not make a rough draft for the story or the main points BUT wrote random paragraphs for Infinity War and Endgame? Like what is wrong with me lol. But I sure hope you enjoy this chapter and stick with me and these random ass updates. Love ya x.

2012, Day after the Attack

The following morning, Lyanna woke up on the floor with a deep ache in her bones and with a pounding head. She lifted her head and pain erupted behind her eyes. The memories returned to her, bit by bit, and her heart froze.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lyanna muttered lifting herself from the ground or at least trying to before she was stopped midway by agonising pain exploded in her chest and ribs. The flashes of last night wouldn't stop. She couldn't get rid of the images of what happened, of Loki, of them, of how it felt, of the pain and power and pleasure it brought. Bile rose to her mouth, burning her throat as she realized. She liked it. She fucking enjoyed it. She enjoyed being fucked by someone who killed people, who killed Phill. Who had destroyed half of New York.

Lyanna barely scraped to the toilet before everything rose in her and she threw up. She retched for a few moments before the gags turned into whimpering. Her body shook violently at the force of sobs that she couldn't stop from escaping. Her fists grabbed and took a tight grip of her hair and she squeezed her eyes shut. She could barely feel the ache in her ribs and head anymore, all she could concentrate on was the pain and the constriction in her chest, she could barely breathe. What has she done?

"Miss Barton, would you like for me to contact your father or Mr. Stark? You seem to be in distress." The soothing voice of J.A.R.V.I. S called out and she jumped back in fright. Swallowing back her tears, she slowly rose up clutching her side.

"No. No... I'm fine. It's all fine," She hoarsed out and leaned further in the sink.

"Are you certain?"

Lyanna nodded in conformation even though she figured the A.I couldn't see her. Maybe it could, but Lyanna couldn't have cared less. Her reflection in the mirror stared right at her, but she couldn't stand it. It disgusted her.

She let out a scream as her first contacted the mirror, and she didn't stop till it all fell out from the frame and either sunk into her fist or scattered on the floor. Breathing heavily, she pulled her hand back and let the blood drip to the floor.

"Miss Barton medical assistance is recommended," Jarvis spoke again, startling her.

"I said I'm fine Jarvis," Her voice cut sharply and with enough authority to silence it.

She was fine. Everything was fine.


Lyanna clenched her legs like never before as she struggled to remain sitting on Steve's bike and aim her pistol at the soldiers that got too close to them. It really did not help that he kept driving like a madman, pushing the bike over rocks and taking sharp turns right and left. Adrenaline was pumping through her as the trees blurred past them, a shaky half-smile forming on her lips for the first time. All the Avengers were here fighting together to destroy one of Hydra's bases that they suspected Loki's sceptre was held at and she was a part of it, she belonged too. It was thrilling and made her forget.

"Shit!" Tony exclaimed in the intercom as he hit a protective shield with his body. Lyana's head instinctively turned to where she saw him last.

"Language. JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?" Captain reprimanded and Lyanna couldn't help but laugh. Bickering between Tony and Steve was always a treat to witness. Her eyes scanned through the clearing that was swarmed in soldiers. No matter how many of them they eliminated, they were surrounded.

"I know," Steve sighed as he revved the engine. "Jump!" He shouted at Lyanna before throwing the bike over them into oncoming soldiers. The bike had enough force to completely destroy a vehicle, but she didn't have much time to admire Steve's strength. Her sudden movement ripped out the tiny intercom from her ear and she had no time to find it because shots kept flying past them. Pulling her bow from her back she sprinted to left, going towards the base from the side. The soldiers were determined to stop the Avengers, maybe she could slip past them unnoticed.

Listening for footsteps she made her way across the forest, escaping the majority of the solders but stopped in her tracks as she heard something approaching between the trees not far from her. Raising her bow, she set one of her arrows ready and inhaled sharply before releasing and shooting a soldier right in his forehead before he had time to get close to her. She didn't bat an eye as he fell straight to the ground and ceased to move. She approached the body and reached for the arrow, pulling it out with no remorse as it made a sickening sound. Her nose scrunched in disgust as she wiped the blood and parts of the brain into her pants but froze when the lightest sound reached her senses. She almost mistook it for the wind, but a hue of blue lingered between the trees long enough for her to see. Strange.

"I see you," Lyanna called out into the woods as she spun around. A whooshing sound passed her again, closer this time. She set the arrow she just pulled out of the corpse and prepared to fire.

"Do you now?" A male voice with a thick accent called out almost teasingly. Narrowing her eyes, she aimed where she thought he was and made a shot. She missed.

"Yes?" Lyanna lied, trying her best to spot him but he was too fast for the naked eye to see.

"I don't think so," With that he disappeared, and she was alone once again. Sighing she broke into a run once more. She could see the stone walls of the city when the sounds of the battle reached her ears. She looked at the walls once more before changing her direction and running towards the fight. The team might need a backup.


The scene was pure chaos as shots of guns, rockets, arrows and lightning kept colliding with each other. Hiding between trees, she aimed at the back of the soldiers that were heading straight towards Steve and Thor. She did not expect for the hammer and the shield to collide and create a huge shock force and to send the tank flying in pieces.

The large debris of exploding tanks flew everywhere. Lyanna froze as she saw the flying metal coming down, right towards her. Her eyes widened, but all she had time for was to drop her bow and instinctively cover her head. This was it, she was going to die. She could feel the metal millimetres away from her head, in fact, it probably touched her.

Suddenly everything blurred in her vision and wind screamed into her ears. Strong hands grabbed her arms and yanked her and suddenly her feet couldn't feel the ground beneath her. She shut her eyes and held her breath until she was dropped to the ground. Falling to her knees, Lyanna gasped and looked around. She was in a different place, far away to not hear the battle

"Ya alright?" The same thick accent she heard before asked as a tall figure towered over her. Looking up, she saw a pale guy with silver hair and a few days worth of stubble. He wore a fitting dark tracksuit and a pair of runners. She met his bright grey eyes and nodded shakily.

"Yeah, thanks."

"Try not to stand in front of falling objects like a frozen statue next time." He suggested but before she could say anything he ran off, leaving only a slight blue hue behind him. She stayed on her knees for a few minutes before rising up and finding her way back to the team.


It took some time to find her way to the Quinjet. The guy sure dropped her far enough that when she finally got back, the fight was over. Making her way inside she did not expect to find the team shaken up. She especially did not expect to find her father with a bloody wound in his side. Her eyes widened seeing bandages wrapped around his torso and IV in his arm.

"Dad!"

"Lyanna, where the hell did you go?" He hoarsed out and lifted his head to inspect her.

"Doesn't matter…what happened to you? Are you okay?" She asked worriedly as she sat down beside him and clenched her hand. Flashbacks of the time he was under Loki's control and missing hit her, but she blinked trying to ignore them. This was not the time.

"Just peachy," Clint tried to assure her but let out a small groan as he accidentally moved his side.

"Don't worry, Stark is going to patch me up when we get to the tower." He added seeing the worry in her eyes. Nodding lightly she glanced around and noticed Bruce on his own at the back of the Quinjet with pair of headphones trying to avoid the world.

"You okay though?" Clint's question brought her wandering gaze back at him and she smiled lightly.

"Yeah I'm fine dad just tired," She muttered and reached her hand to squeeze his.

Because she was fine. Everything was fine.


It wasn't long before they got back into the tower in New York. Doctor Cho with Maria Hill waited on the landing pad to transport Clint into med bay. Lyanna watched as her father was wheeled out of the jet with Natasha following right at his side. Lyanna however stayed behind in the Quinjet feeling numb. Guilt hit her, she should have followed them, she should be sitting in the waiting room waiting for the news but here she was staying behind, feeling close to nothing. She hasn't felt much in a while. Lyanna glanced down at her right hand, stretching it to see if it shook. It did not. Clenching her fingers into a fist she could see the white scars on her knuckles from hitting a mirror months ago, after the Loki incident. Nothing was the same since then.

"Lab's all set up, boss," Maria announced addressing Tony, who turned around in the pilot's chair to face them all.

"Actually, he's the boss. I just pay for everything and design everything and make everyone look cooler." Tony answered pointing at Captain who rose from his seat.

"What's the word on Strucker?" He asked going in a full captain mode.

"NATO's got him,"

"The two Enhanced?"

"Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Twins. Orphaned at 10 when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Sokovia's had a rough history. It's nowhere special, but it's on the way

to everywhere special." Lyanna leaned over and glanced at the pad to see the video of the two enhanced. It was an older video, the guy's hair on the video was brown not like it was now though she said nothing, she wasn't sure if any of them saw him today. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Interesting. They started to walk.

"Their abilities?"

"He's got increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Her thing is neuroelectric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation."

"He's fast, and she has a powerful brain," Lyanna cut in the conversation as they waited for an elevator.

"Well, they're gonna show up again," Steve muttered, shutting the pad off as the elevator opened up and he stepped inside with Lyanna.

"Agreed. File says they volunteered for Strucker's experiments. It's nuts," Maria Hill commented disapprovingly, already making her judgment on them.

"They did what they thought they had to survive," Lyanna shrugged, eyeing Maria as she pressed the button to the 16th floor where her room was located.

"It's not an excuse,"

"Right what kind of monster would let a German scientist experiment on them to protect their country?" Steve smirked as he too eyed Maria.

"We're not at war,"

"We are always at war," Lyanna responded just as the elevator closed, leaving her and Steve to stand in silence.

"It's none of my business but you seem quick to defend the enhanced" Steve asked after a moment, turning to her with a curious look. Lyanna shrugged lightly.

"What can I say Captain, they're different doesn't mean they're monsters." The elevator dinged and opened.

"No, it doesn't. Get some rest Lyanna,"

"Captain." Lyanna bid her goodbye and made her way to the room. She had a party to prepare for.


Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Sorry for the grammatical errors my brain is fried, I will edit it later on. As always, favourites and reviews are always super appreciated.