A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the delays so much. Writers block sucks. If you have any suggestions, let me know. Anyways, a few things you all need to know:
-I have updated the summary so that it better explains the storyline
-Lumina is presently being played as Valerie Poxleitner, or Lights
-The new and improved picture for this story is Lumina
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"Um, okay...?" Wanda says hesitantly.
Happily skipping over to the familiar window seat, I move the throw pillows over so there's room for two.
"Sit." I order playfully.
She obeys and slides onto the plush cushion, with me following shortly after.
"You can start whenever you'd like." I smile.
"Alright then..." and with that, she places her fingers by my temples and then the tickling sensation inside of my head is back.
"Hmmm...this appears to be a very deeply forgotten memory..." she reports.
Not wanting to say anything, I keep quiet.
"Aha!" she shrieks, startling me.
As soon as she says the single word, my eyes snap shut and previous memories come flooding back to me:
My Mother braiding my hair when I was five, running around the house, playing hide-and-go-seek with the Dad. Learning to ride a bike, and then, something I thought would never be in my mind; me practicing my magic. My Father stands by my side, teaching me which ways to hold my hands for proper spells or words to say for the correct spells. My silver magic flows throughout the room, repainting everything to either silver, black, or white.
"Nice job sweetie! Let's try again tomorrow, okay?" he says sweetly.
"Yeah, yeah!" little me cheers.
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Opening my eyes, I see Wanda sitting across from me; waiting.
"What did you see?" she asks.
"My parents.."
"Than you'll be able to-"
"I couldn't see their faces clearly, they were blurry." I cut her off.
"Oh.." she says, a tinge of disappointment in her tone, "I'm sorry.."
"It's okay, I'll eventually meet them." I say, although that's just my fake optimistic mood speaking.
"You know, you don't have to hide your true-self from us. No one will judge you." she smiles kindly.
"How do you know that?" I frown, still masking my real feelings.
"Because I was also afraid, like you. I used to only speak to my brother in fear that the rest of the Avengers would judge me or despise me for who I truly was. But, when I opened up to them, they did the exact opposite. They welcomed me, and they will do the same for you." she says, her smile brighter.
"R-really..?" I ask, my barriers crumbling.
"Of course."
A tear slips down my cheek, "I didn't think anyone would accept me..."
"Well, we are not anyone." she laughs slightly.
"Heh, you've got that right." I reply, wiping the water from my cheeks.
"There you go, just open up like you are now, to them."
"But I'm so broken, they would never want me.." I think.
"No matter how broken you are, we will always accept you Lumina." she assures, wrapping her arms around me.
"Thank you." I respond, hugging her.
"You're welcome." she says, the smile evident in her voice.
"Heh."
"Now," she continues, "Let's go show them the real you."
"But-"
"No, no buts. Come on.." she orders, dragging me out of my seat.
...
Ten minutes later, all of the Avengers [Other than Falcon] were gathered in my Constellation Cove, everyone waiting patiently to hear what was happening; well, almost everyone.
"Why are we here? I need to work on my suit still!" Tony whines.
"Shut it, Stark." Wanda snaps.
Standing in the shadows, unseen, I snicker to myself.
"Now, as you all know, Lumina is a new resident here," Wanda starts, "She and I have recently been in contact about a very sensitive subject."
"And what would that be? Shoe shopping?" Tony mocks.
"You know what, screw it. If Wanda wants me to be myself and not a goody-two shoes with good manners and an optimistic personality all the time, then I fucking will!" I think.
"Actua-" Wanda begins.
"Do I look like I go shoe shopping, Stark?" I snap.
He swivels in his chair, a startled expression on his face.
"Holy shit!" he exclaims.
"In fact, it is quite the opposite of shoe shopping, Stark," I continue, stepping out of the shadows, "Actually, it's about me not being myself around you all because I'm too afraid you'll fucking judge me. Is that good enough for you, Stark?"
Of course, he makes the right decision and shuts up.
"Why would we judge you?" Cap asks, frowning at the thought.
"Oh, I don't know, because that's all that people have done all my life. Fuck, even Doctor Doom judged me and I was his little torture buddy!" I yell, finally revealing my true self.
"If I may ask, what are you truly like?" Bruce asks softly.
"Well, I have depression, emotion issues, and scarring memories from eight years of torture. I'm usually a fairly sarcastic, closed-off kind of girl with a whole lot of trust issues. I only have one known family member, and I haven't even gotten to see her yet. And as of now, I don't really have any fucks to give about your opinions of me!" I cross my arms.
"Wow." Tony raises his brows.
A/N: Hey guys, I thought I'd do a little comedy bit at the end, hope you like it! Thanks for reading! 3
Me: "Wow", Tony? What kind of response is that?!
Tony: Hey, you try being in a room with a pissed off angry teenager!
Me: * facepalm * seriously Stark, you're talking to that teenager!
Tony: Oooohhhh...whoops.
Me: Well, say goodbye to the readers for now.
Tony: Goodbye to the readers for now!
Me: No, say goodbye to them. Like, the readers. Say goodbye.
Tony: Goodbye to them. * smirk *
Me: Seriously, what in the actual fuck are you playing at here!?
Capsicle: Language!