Ok, so I found a song for Wanda x Natasha! It's called Comatose and it's by Skillet. Also, this chapter may be a little strange but fun-ish and sorta sad.
IVORY HAS THE POWER OF ONE AVENGER BUT HAS MULTIPLE ATTACKS! SHE IS NOT OP! (OVERPOWERED)
Clint's/Hawkeye's POV (MUST READ!: IVORY HAS THE POWER OF 1 (ONE!) AVENGER BUT MULTIPLE ATTACKS
Clint sat in his room. He'd got the message on Ivory. He could hear Pietro breathing hard in the large, open room in that level of the house. It was an area they used for the frequent game night or just the 4 of them on that level of the house meeting up and talking. Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Tony, and Clint were on that level. Worried, he quietly opened his door in the slightest. Now that the door was open, he could hear Pietro wheezing, coughing in the slightest as if he was trying to be quiet. Disbelief was written in his eyes and worry stretched across his face. Clint walked up to him and knelt down beside the younger man. Pietro jumped and snapped his head towards Clint. Without a word, he walked off at a normal speed. Clint went after him, silent and careful, before tackling Pietro, as it was the only way to get him to stay. Pietro struggled helplessly. "Hey, kid, are you alright?" He murmured quietly. Pietro glared at him but didn't answer and kicked Clint in the stomach unnaturally hard before walking off to his room. Clint ran to Wanda's room, finding the sister of his problem with Nat. Wanda was grinning, probably because they were talking about getting a cat before they both turned to look at him. "Wanda, get inside Pietro's head. Something's wrong." He commanded. Worried, Wanda obeyed. It was a few seconds before her eyes returned from the red color they'd taken on when using her powers. Her grey eyes were wide and worried. "He is sad and sick. Depressed." She murmured to Clint, who darted off to Pietro's room. The younger man had his head in his hands. "Kid, please talk to me." Clint softly told Pietro, walking over to him to sit beside him. "I don't feel well." Pietro wheezed. The words threw him into a coughing fit. Every breath was a struggle. Clint put a hand to Pietro's back. His breathing was irregular. Clearly, he had trouble breathing. His voice wasn't normal. Clint forced Pietro to look at him. His blue eyes were dull and sad. Clint moved his hand to Pietro's back. "Kid, look, it's gonna be alright." He told him. Wanda and Nat burst through the door. (Author: "Look here, folks, here's the spot where I started typing my Ancient Egyptian project on this instead of Google Docs!" Btw, I picked to write instead of draw or anything like that, and I chose to be a slave. My name that I chose is Sahirit Alqrmuzzy, in English, Scarlet Witch. Aren't I great? xD) "Is he alright?" Wanda asked, her voice unsteady. "Get a doctor. Call someone in!" Clint told Wanda as Pietro coughed up blood. Wanda flinched. She hadn't liked the doctors, but they were clearly needed here. Nat hesitated and turned to stare at Wanda. She looked angry and heartbroken but nodded, probably only because she knew they would save her brother. Clint watched as Nat called in doctors.
Pietro's only needed treatment was a few medications and an inhaler. It was only for a few months, at the most. The doctors and the one nurse cleared out within minutes. Pietro returned to being almost completely normal. Wanda and Nat could see that Clint wanted to be alone with Pietro, so they promised they'd come back later and left. Clint laughed nervously. "You scared me, kid." Clint said in a casual and slightly worried tone. Pietro laughed. "You didn't see that coming?" He joked. Clint softly punched him in the shoulder, amused. "I've missed you. We haven't talked like we used to in a while." Pietro murmured, blushing. Clint grinned. "We don't need words, Pietro." He said, entwining their fingers. Pietro's face only became redder. "You have a wife. And kids." Pietro murmured, looking away. "Kid, look-" Clint stopped when Pietro ran off.
Tony's/Iron Man's POV
Tony saw Pietro run from his room. Well, he saw the blue wisps of smoke that were basically him. Or they followed him, maybe? He didn't know. Typing fast, Tony entered in observations on their newest Avenger, apparently called "The Ivory Wolf". The list he made looked like this:
Power of one Avenger, multiple attacks
Turns into a black wolf with royal blue eyes and a blue spiked collar, do not make mad or engage when mad
Can control turning into a wolf better than Bruce can control turning into Hulk
DNA of every Avenger
Red Room torture and Red Room training, strong connection to Black Widow and Scarlet Witch
Heather grows around her in an ivory color when mad, does not break things like Wanda
Can be calmed by Scarlet Witch, possibly Black Widow
Attacked Captain America and Iron Man
Able to be kicked into a corner and tied up
Known powers are telepathy, telekenesis, super-speed, flexibility, speaks 5 different languages, can fire multiple types of guns, enhanced strength, maybe more?
Tony sighed and walked from just outside his own room to the room all Avengers on floor 2 shared, a large open one. The layout was hard to describe, it was like a giant and almost empty room with many curves. The first curve from the walk from Tony's room through the hall was actually a sharp right, not really slanted, and if you turned that corner, you'd see a door. That door was to Clint's room. There was a small curve/sharp turn on the left side of the door, technically about a foot from the door because there was a foot of wall beside the door. It went inwards and was sort of a small turn, but regardless, it was there. After about a foot of the wall was the door to Wanda's room, and on the left side of that door was a foot of wall space. After that foot of wall space was a slanted/curved turn. Walk around that part of the wall and turn to face the wall. Pietro's door! Yay. Tony walked off to Nat's room, which, besides his own, was the most isolated room, seeing as you had to cross the large room and the bathroom to get to it. It was looking as if it had been unused for the last 2 days, just as he'd seen it yesterday. Not a single thing was moved. It was undisturbed. Drawings were scattered all over a desk, a phone and a tablet lay beside a computer, a gun was sticking out from under her pillow, another gun was visible underneath her bed, childhood belongings were scattered throughout the room, and so on. All the Avengers were required to have at least 1 animal plush, and so Nat had picked a Minecraft wolf and named it Wanda, claiming she knew nothing about the actual Wanda when she'd named it. Seeing the thing made Tony laugh, but not as hard as he laughed when he saw Steve's Barbie doll collection, stashed in his closet, claiming he couldn't get rid of them because they were from his childhood. Somewhere around 70 years ago. Were those things even made back then? Tony pushed the thought out of his mind and left the room. Wanda and Pietro were going to have to get stuffed animals soon. The thought made Tony bite his lip to hold back laughter. He was trying to move silently, seeing as it was getting dark, and Wanda and Nat were tired and went to bed early, confirming Natasha slept in Wanda's bed. Then again, he wasn't exactly always alone at night, either. Ever since Wanda had made gotten into Steve's mind in the war with Ultron, he hadn't slept at all, so Steve sometimes slept on Tony's couch. (~Haha, you thought I was going to say Steve slept in his bed. TOO BAD!~) Tony sighed and walked off to his room, which was down the hall. He stopped at the stairs to the first floor, halfway across the room from Clint's room. After staring for a second for no reason, he ran his hand along the railing for about 4 feet before the sharp turn down the hall and continued running his hand along the rails until he got to his door.
Tony was sitting there, staring at the door, waiting to see if Steve would come tonight. The sound of breathing that wasn't his own in the room was at first sickening. He'd had to share a room with Steve once, when he hated the man. Now, he caught himself staring at him. Tony was snapped away from his thoughts when the door opened in the slightest to allow Steve to slide through, just barely fitting through the door with the amount he'd opened it, trying to be silent, but as always, Tony couldn't sleep every night he thought Steve might come. He had a habit of opening the door as little as possible to let the least amount of light in to try not to wake Tony. Steve sighed when he saw Tony sitting up on his bed and began to laugh. "You're always up, waiting." He said, laying down on the couch. He reached over the couch, barely grabbing his shield, and slipped it under his head like a pillow, except a cold, hard one. Tony hurled a blanket at Steve, who caught it and draped it over himself. "Night." Tony said, relaxing into the bed when he lay down. "Night." Steve murmured.
Thor's POV: *Winces* Is in the next chapter. I don't want it to be a short and sweet Thor POV.
*Nearly faints* Suh much Tony...No Wanda or Nat in this chapter...Ok, funny and fun chapter after this one. This took me a while! Hope you enjoyed. Btw, IVORY IS NOT OP. Ok? xD. Also, like I Stand Corrected, this is made mainly because I need it to exist, if only for myself. I don't do it to get followers. Welp, night, y'all! ~Shatter