Everyone, I am a girl. Also, if anyone cares, I have a Youtube channel called Shatter Me. It may be hard to find me, but search up speedpaint and you're probably good. I promise there will be fun and very funny things in this chapter. I will try to make you laugh, but next chapter is a bit of danger. No deaths, I promise. PLEASE READ: It's taken me a while to update because I went to Santa Barbara on Christmas and while there got VERY, VERY scared. I live in California and Donald Trump is running for president. I am part Italian and was born in the US. I'm wondering, worrying, that if he becomes president, something will happen to Italians. My grandmother said that she was surprised Trump hadn't gone after Italians. What's going to happen to me? Also, my grandmother said California is becoming a state where you can't walk down the street without someone getting shot. Please understand the worry I feel, please, don't let him do that. Tell me he won't force me away from my home.
Thor's POV:
Thor woke up in his room, his hammer next to him as always, staring at the ceiling. He got up and headed downstairs to find everyone at the table while Clint made breakfast for them. Nat had her arm around Wanda's neck and Wanda rested her head on Nat's left shoulder. Steve was staring at Tony, who was staring at a paper and muttering to himself. Thor tilted his head to the side before heading over to his chair in between Bruce and Steve. Tony was at the head of the right side of the table and Clint would be at the left, if he were there. Pietro sat beside Bruce, barely fitting, but close to Clint. Thor noticed how Pietro refused to look up and stare at Clint, as he had done about a day ago. Maybe two? Thor wasn't sure, time went by fast for him. Regardless, he sat down next to Bruce, who was taking notes on Ivory, not that she was there. Thor's hammer was beside his plate, as always, and it stayed that way until he finished his food. "So, anyone else know about Steve's Barbie collection?" Thor joked. Everyone raised their hand, laughing. Steve groaned, amused, rolling his eyes. Thor watched as Wanda twirled her fork around absentmindedly. He took note of the way her head rested comfortably on Natasha's shoulder even though she still managed to eat like this. He also took note of the sudden heat in the room and the noise that sounded a lot like fire burning nearby. Thor shrugged to himself. Wanda abruptly sat up and groaned, staring at the curtains. Thor and just about everyone who had to turn, turned. The curtains were on fire. Pietro disappeared and within 5 seconds there was a flash of blue and the flames were gone. "Thanks." Wanda murmured. Pietro only nodded. Everyone grinned fondly and joked that the now blackened curtains matched better with the orange-ish walls anyways.
Wanda's/Scarlet Witch's POV:
Wanda blushed and focused better on what she was doing. She had finished her breakfast and got up to leave the table. "I'll join you in a bit." Nat told her. Wanda nodded before walking upstairs. She ran to her room and sat on the floor, her head resting against her bed and her knees inches from her chest. Closing her eyes, she focused on a memory of Nat's that she wanted to find.
Nat's memories sent an odd cold chill through her. They were dark and cold, excluding the ones that included Wanda in it. This one was of Nat as a child. "I find that it's easier to move quietly and slowly so as to not attract their attention, that way I get to stay up longer. And so, I move quietly over the cold tile floor, staring at the caretakers on the couch, watching a movie. I grab a book and run back to the library in our house, my feet barely touching the ground. I can't stay up forever, but I may as well stay up for as long as possible. I find the silence and loneliness satisfying, addicting, as if it's a certain favorite movie or food." Her mouth never moved, she just thought the described actions in her thoughts and...Relaxed.
Wanda eased herself out of Natasha's mind and sighed. The information she grabbed daily satisfied her, as if it was the pieces of herself she'd lost, slowly repairing herself out of Natasha's shattered past. They were one. They were whole. They completed each other. She stretched and got up to sit on her bed as the door opened. Nat calmly walked into Wanda's welcoming room. "So how do you do it? Your powers? How do you use your powers?" Nat asked, sitting down beside her and turning to face her. "Well, it's...Easy. Natural. It's sort of like entering a labeled maze. Where you start is obvious and you can't find the end in enough time. It's the journey to the end that's hard. It's like there's a lable for every year, event, emotion, place, everything. Like a maze, you wander, and when reality needs you, it whispers and you come back. Your mind is...Intriguing. I've only been there once, but it's not like anything I've every seen." Wanda lied, at the end, she entered Natasha's mind daily. Nat, clearly intrigued, tilted her head. "So you don't really know what you're looking for? Isn't it scary?" Natasha asked. Wanda laughed. "I never know what I'm looking for, but it's not scary. The journey is so amazing you're distracted from any emotion but wonder." She told her, staring at a drawing of a cat she'd drawn. "That cat looks like Jasper and it says Jasper on it." Nat pointed out. Wanda froze. "It's just a coincidence." She murmured. Nat, looking uncertain, nodded. "And is it a coincidence that you fell off the bed right as I went to push you? "Nat asked after shoving Wanda off the bed. Wanda laughed and grabbed Natasha's wrist, pulling her off the bed. "Now look who's talking!" She said, laughing as Nat fixed her hair while grinning. "Well, I'm the one talking now." Nat and Wanda both looked up. Steve was standing in the doorway, grinning. Natasha sighed and slipped an object into her pocket. "Dammit Steve, I thought you were tryin' to kill us." She murmured, relaxing beside Wanda. He laughed. "We're going swimming in our clothes to see who can swim with their clothes on." Steve said, heading downstairs.
Wanda stood above the pool. She was nervous. She hadn't swam in years, and with normal clothes on? No. Just no. Without another thought, she jumped in and felt her lungs fill with water. She kicked at the ground and coughed up water, glad, though, to breathe normal air. Natasha was there, laughing, pulling her close. Just as Wanda relaxed into her, Nat pulled her under. After playfully struggling with Nat, she kicked upwards to pull Pietro under and proceed to kick to the other side. The swimming came naturally to her and she noticed Nat stare at her without meaning to. Tony made a strange goat-like noise and flailed his arms, hitting Steve in the head, causing him to throw a giant rubber ducky at Tony. Everyone laughed and threw stuff at Tony. Steve grabbed the closest random nearby object, a bar of soap, and shoved it into Tony's mouth. Tony gagged and spit it out at Steve, who screamed like a girl and batted it away, causing Pietro, who was nearby, to swim to the other side. He was apparently also fast at swimming, exactly like he was at running. Nat missed Tony's head and hit Wanda in the back of her head by accident. Suddenly a sound like a gunshot rang through the air, and everyone turned.
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