After a few minutes, Violet pulled away from Tony and wiped her face quickly. Grabbing his hand, she spelled a thank you into his palm and Tony nodded quickly. "No problem kid, now let's go find you a shower a change of clothes. Does that sound good?" Violet nodded and the corner of her mouth twitched, giving Tony the impression that she was trying to smile. The two walked down the hallway together, Violet's eyes never staying in one spot for long. She stopped suddenly and stared at one of the agents, confusion written on her face. Before Tony could say anything, she had grabbed his arm and tugged him down the hallway faster.
"Violet, did you see someone you know?" The woman shook her head roughly, pulling Tony along faster. Assuming she didn't want to be pestered about it right now, he led her to a bedroom and pushed the door open. "Okay well this one is your room. There's a bathroom attached and a couple sets of clothes in the closet. I bought the stuff myself but I wasn't sure what you liked to so I got you stuff that I like." She ducked her head thankfully and attempted another smile, this one moving both sides of her mouth. Tony went to turn around but was stopped by her hand on his arm. "Thank you." Her voice was soft and hoarse from disuse but it was obvious that she had a beautiful voice. Once she turned and went into the room, Tony crossed his arms and stood guard at her door.
Pietro had returned to the medical room with some extra food for Violet in case she woke up but he forgot all about it when he noticed that she was gone. The machines in the room were torn to pieces and Pietro began panicking. He turned and ran down the hallway, becoming a blur as he brushed past people. Seeing Stark standing in front of a door protectively, the man stopped and began to ask if he knew where she was. "She's in this room. The lights in the medical room went out and she freaked. Probably something to do with the experiments they did to her. I found her and helped her calm down. She's showering now and she'll come out when she's ready." Pietro took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out slowly to calm his heart rate. He nodded then leaned against the opposite wall.
He bristled slightly under Stark's questioning gaze so his next words came out harsher than he had intended. "I'm supposed to be watching over her. So I'm going to wait here until she comes out." Tony raised his hands in silent surrender before leaning against the doorframe. The two waited in silence until the door opened a little while later. Violet's hair was still slightly damp but she had brushed it through and it hung slightly past her shoulders. Her silver eyes looked at Tony then locked onto Pietro and she tilted her head. "Speedy over here freaked when you weren't in the medical room. He found me waiting here and decided to wait for you to go get you some food. Is it okay if I leave you with him?" Violet nodded and a tiny smile crossed her face. Turning toward Tony, the woman hugged him gently before stepping away again.
Violet looked at Pietro then began making her way down the hall. The man stared after her for a moment before nodding to Tony and jogging after her. They walked in silence for a moment before Pietro began catching her up on the events she had missed since the battle. Everyone was fine, just minor cuts and bruises, but Clint's fingers were still broken and he wasn't exceptionally happy about that. Violet blushed a deep red in embarrassment and looked at the ground as they entered the cafeteria. They stood in line while Violet got some food, Pietro examining her subtly for a moment. She had changed into a grey shirt and black pants, both hugging her figure delightfully but leaving her enough room to move freely. She had found a pair of light and flexible shoes which were paired with bright pink socks. Pietro couldn't help but smile at the unexpected splash of color.
After getting her food, Violet turned to the man next to her. She caught him staring but only smiled, causing Pietro to flush a bit. Showing small emotions was getting easier but only around people she was comfortable with. Scanning the room, Violet's eyes found the silent form of the one and only Clint Barton. She strode over determinedly before plopping her tray down across from him while Pietro walked leisurely in their direction. The arched looked up from the newspaper in his hand before arching his brow at Violet. His hand was wrapped in multiple splints and looked to be very uncomfortable but when she held out her palm, Barton gave her his good hand. I can fix that. Clint shook his head slowly, obviously unsure about letting Violet's power touch him again.
While he was thinking it over, the woman's hands shot out and grabbed his wrist. She held it down with a strength not unlike Natasha's, before placing her hand palm down on his broken one. Golden dust flowed over his fingers and painlessly reset them while healing them completely. Once it was done, Violet smiled and looked exceptionally pleased with herself then let his wrist go. The archer wiggled his fingers experimentally then pulled the splints off his fingers and made a fist. "Thanks kid! It feels a lot better now and it looks like I'll be able to shoot my bow again today." Violet nodded before digging into her food, obviously very hungry.
About an hour later, after finishing her food and wandering around the complex with Pietro, Violet surrendered him to his sister. Wanda hugged Violet tightly before pulling her brother away, chattering in her native language rapidly. Violet watched the two walk away then shrugged and continued her exploration. Hearing grunts and exclamations of pain, she followed the sound curiously only to stumble upon the training rooms. A few agents were around the punching bags, a couple in the boxing ring, but most of them were surrounding the wrestling mats. Violet made her way over and smiled when she saw Natasha on the mats, taking on three agents at once. When they were all lying on the ground, the woman looked around for another opponent. A male agent, tall and bulky, willing walked into the ring and their match quickly began. Violet watched for a few seconds then turned and began stretching her muscles slowly.
While definitely having the upper hand in strength, the agent obviously lacked speed which Romanoff quickly took advantage of. The man was on the ground a scant two minutes later, clutching his stomach from a well placed blow to his solar plexus. His breath had rushed out and he was left flailing on the mat while his body attempted to recover. Once he caught his breath, his friends helped him off the mat and out to the lockers. "Anyone else?" None of the agents seemed too eager to jump into a sparring match with the infamous Black Widow. Suddenly the crowd to her left parted and Natasha stared in surprise as Violet stepped onto the mat. She took a stance and watched the woman in front of her. Instead of taking a stance of her own, Natasha shook her head and took a step back. "I can't fight you Violet. You're only a civilian. It wouldn't be fair and I could really hurt you. Who's next?" The assassin turned her head away from Violet to look for a suitable opponent when she was suddenly knocked to the ground by a strong kick to her face.
Looking up from place on the ground, Natasha stared as Violet again. It was obvious that the kick had come from her but the woman was surprised at the power behind it. "You should never turn away from your opponent." Violet's voice was very quiet but silky smooth and held a hint of seductiveness. Quickly Natasha jumped to her feet and took a fighting stance but was startled by Violet coming at her quickly. The woman's attack was so swift that at first Romanoff could only block and soften the hits. Violet pulled back suddenly and put some distance between the two, holding her hand out as a sign for Natasha to stay away. Golden dust covered her palms and trailed up her arms to her shoulders slowly. "Everyone out. Now!" Natasha's voice was loud and commanding, allowing no room for arguments. Within a few minutes, the room was completely cleared except for the two woman.
"Focus Violet. You know your power better than anyone. Find where it's coming from, imagine that as a box. Now put it back into that box and shut the lid on." Closing her eyes, Violet did as the woman told her. In her mind, her power was a bright golden fluidity that seemed to seep into everything. "There's so much. It's everywhere." Natasha stepped closer to Violet but kept a good distance away in case she couldn't control herself. "I know, but make the box. Pull every scrap of power into it. Bully it in there, it's your power. You control it, it doesn't control you." Nodding slowly, Violet tried again. Pushing, pulling, and shoving the different golden strands into the box in her mind. Once it was all in, Violet snapped the lid shut and made a mental lock to seal it.
Natasha watched as the golden mist covering Violet slowly pulled back into her body and disappeared completely. When the woman opened her eyes, the beautiful silver orbs held a look of accomplishment. Before another word could be spoken, Violet took her fighting stance again and Natasha laughed as she began the fighting again. The two sparred for over an hour, neither able to best the other until Violet turned wrong and her ankle rolled slightly. Natasha managed a quick blow to Violet's shoulder that somehow sent them both off balance and they fell to the floor. Violet laughed joyously from her place on the ground, causing Natasha to join her seconds later. Both women were covered in sweat and were panting from the effort but joy radiated from their entire bodies.
"Where did you learn to fight like that? Nobody has ever been able to keep up with me, not even Clint." Violet looked over to Natasha and smiled at her before shrugging. "Can you talk to me again?" Violet closed her eyes lazily before nodding. "I learned to fight at the academy my father sent me to for school. One of my teachers used to work for the German government as an assassin. He said I showed promise so he taught me everything he could. I think the enhancements they gave me also upped my stamina so that's what helped me keep up." Natasha scooted closer to Violet and touched her hand comfortingly. Violet squeezed the other woman's hand before sitting up and looking at her. "The trick with the box; how did you know that would work?" The assassin sighed and shrugged slightly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "When I first started working for S.H.I.E.L.D. I had to do to the same thing with my talents. I was used to sleeping with any man I could, getting any useful information out of them, then killing them. The urge to continue doing so was powerful so I made my box. I eventually opened it up and dealt with the contents so it didn't affect me in the long run. You'll have to do the same thing but perhaps slowly." Violet nodded and thanked the woman again before standing up and helping Romanoff to her feet. Together, the two women went to the locker rooms to clean up quickly.
A.N. Sorry it took me so long to update! I got a little stuck! Please review and let me know what you think!